Interlude- The Idiot Succeeds
"FIRE!" screamed Colonel Boroevitch, riding on his magnificent *and also stupid* steed among the artillery batteries. The combined roar of the 24 cannon deafened him, but Boroevitch laughed with glee. Explosions showed up against the Freiburg wall, knocking chunks of masonry off the wall and, in places, into the zigzagging troops the Austrians were using to approach the walls themselves. The siege of nine months was about to end; the wall was breached in three places, and the town inside was burning, but the stubborn garrison refused to surrender. Boroevitch, in return, was pounding the city with all he had and slightly more. The remnants of the Badner field army had dashed themselves to a disorganized flinders against his screening force a month ago, and the French Army had thus far not been inclined to save their luckless ally.
At once, Boroevitch heard over the ringing in his ears the sound of distant cannon to the west; in the direction of France. Instantly, the idiot colonel's blood froze; his scouts hadn't had any report of a French force in the area. At least, they hadn't returned with any. The cannon became louder, and incongrously cheerful popping musket noises sounded closer. Boroevitch frantically ordered his entire reserve into the impressive screening line shielding his troops from outside intervention. He rode up himself, to try to hold the line against the Francais relief...
When Boroevitch arrived, he saw at once that hope was lost. His besieging force, after a harsh winter, numbered no more than 8,000 infantry and cavalry, with 24 cannon in support. The enemy had roughly twice that, and were fresh troops. Boroevitch couldn't recognize any banners, which meant that it was a fresh unit...
"Infantry! Make ready for hand to hand combat! Do not let them shoot us down like blushing virgins, make them come after us. We can beat these French sons of whores any day in a fair fight, just make sure we get one! Cavalry, dismount and get down there in the muck with the infantry; No bold sweeps will save us now." Boroevitch boomed orders to his apprehensive troopers, who rushed with alacrity to carry out his orders.
Presently, the French arrived, and the world dissolved into a neverending blur of enraged, dirty, bloody faces, the hot driving sun, and the bayonet. Always, the bayonet.
Future textbooks would describe the defense by Boroevitch of Freiburg to be one of the textbook Napoleonic era defenses of a siege, but in truth, what saved him was the 15,000 man detachment of fresh troops from Vienna, left only four months ago after recieving notification of Karl's defeat. The sudden appearance of fresh Austrians on their unguarded flank shocked the slowly-advancing French into retreat. When the fresh, clean-shaven colonel beheld Boroevitch's haggard men and the appearance of Boroevitch himself, all he had to say was;
"Sir, I relieve you."
"Sir, one may not be relieved from the bowels of Hell. I shall never be relieved again."
"Colonel Boroevitch, I place my troops at your disposal with a fresh order from Franz II to take Freiburg and force Baden out of the war... Colonel?"
Spent from the hard day's defense, Boroevitch had collapsed. But no matter. The fight had left the Badners after watching the pitched battle scant miles from their burning capitol, they signed a complete surrender and the Margrave, Karl Heinrich, traveled to Vienna to kneel at Franz's feet himself. Boroevitch, for his heroism, was appointed the emperor's governor in newly vassalzied Baden, with the directive to make it a base for staging raids into the valuable Alsace-Lorraine.
The good news was tempered by an aide-de-camp for Boroevitch bursting into the celebration with the news; Napoleon had been sighted in north Germany, having compelled the British to quit the continent after losing a pitched battle on the Baltic coast, and failing to hold Oldenburg. One step forward, two steps back, and the Austrians appeared little closer to realizing the goal.