Napoleonic Wargame Club (NWC)

"Remember the Rebellion of 89! Long live the Revoultion FJE forever"!

General Dumas horse was shot and speared by some French Red Lancers who broke away from the main French Armee!

1600 General de Cheval Dumas , is now without his trusted mount and his old war horse from days gone by is no use to him here. He walks to the sound of the guns to far to join the fight. Hoping that he can buy and train a new mount before the battle is over.

Still General de Cheval Dumas is trying to buy a horse so that he can get back in the game but time is running out as ; June 16th, 1815
16:00 hrs: All along the wide spread battle front, the clash of arms resounds, as cavalry, infantry, and artillery on both sides fire, charge, and advance with the bayonet.

Below Bussy Windmill, the bodies are piling up, and in the village of Ligny, flames begin to lick at the sky.
Tongrinne village is the scene of growing carnage, as also the action is heating up around Villere's in the east.

June 16th, 1815
16:15 hrs: The battle map remains a slowly boiling cauldron, stirred by the gods of war.
From one end of the battle lines to the other artillery fire, infantry and cavalry maneuver across the fields, through the villages lit by flames, and upon the slopes of the hills.

Many are the deeds of valor upon both sides of this conflict.
And both sides summon their strength for the continuation of the contest of arms.

Most noble of foes, how like you this dance of strategy and tactics?

Salute!

June 16th, 1815
11:15 hrs: In the shadows on the field of battle a Grenadier battalion of the Veille Garde is drawn up in ordered rank of columns.

Among them was their drummer boy, the ill-begotten spring of a sergeant who lost his life in earlier campaign against the foes of L'Empereur.

The grumblers of the company had welcomed the lad as their own, and now he beats the pas de charge whenever Le Tondu sends them into the fray.

As the earth shakes as though giants wrestle beneath their feet, and the air blows hot with the roar and fire of the "beautiful daughters", one of the grizzled veterans sees the drummer boy starting with ashen face.

"Be brave boy," the warrior tells him, "this is but the sound and fury of the titans when they bowl..."

The lad peers at him, gripping tight his drum and sticks.

"And if this is what they sound like when they bowl... imagine what they will be like when they honor your ascent to the ranks of the Immortals!"

Regards,