Chapter 1.7
Sardinia Piedmonte Massacre
The wind shimmered over the fields which were coated in a soft layer of snow. It was freezing and the the chiling wind bit through the ranks of the marching column of Papal soldiers as they trudged through a muddy, frozen track. At the head of this column were the Generals and his aides. They plodded along on their horses with large cloaks and greatcoats wrapped around themselves. FM Henrico ordered the column to halt and fall out for a 15 minute break and the Popes Army broke out of formation and attempted to light fires but only a few were succesful. FM Henrico slid from his horse and walked over to General Esposito the commander of The Popes Army. “Genral we are not far from Alessandria now” he said cheerily.
General Esposito, extroadinarily tall and had been conected to most of the Papals victories, especially those in Austria and Tuscany.
“Yes, yes indeed we aren’t. Do you think it is wise to fight a battle in such conditions, sir” General Espositio said, his teeth chattering.
“The force awaiting us numbers a mere two divisions, we shall break them”
“Yes, of course we will, will you be observing the battle, sir” asked Gen Esposito
“Of course man, I havent travelled here for the good of my health”
“Very good, sir” Gen Esposito thrust his hands into the deaths of his greatcoat
A crude tent was put up for the comfort of the Commanders and Gen Espositio gratefully enetered the tent and plunged into the picnic chair next to the roaring fire, he gave a appreciated gasp. Port was served to everyone in the tent and after 15 minutes with everyone sufficiently warmed up the commanders ordered for the army to move out and a rather more enthusiastic Gen Espostito urged on his horse.
When they reached the outskirts of the City of Alessandria they were surprised to see the Opposing Sardinian force was their already but were in no way prepared for a fight. It looked more like a scene at a holiday camp, soldiers were sitting around fires singing and bivoacs were being hitched up.
“What an earth do they think they are doing” murmered FM Henrico.
“I don’t know, but we can not waste a minute of time” Gen Esposito turned round on his horse and adressed one of his aides, “get the relevant companies prepared, fix bayonets and be ready to charge in 10 minutes”
FM Henrico smiled at Espositio, “taking advantage of the situation, good job” he praised Espositio.
“Indeed,sir” Esposito said as he lit a cigar.
“Im surprsed they are in such a disorder, their armies at Parma and Massa were much better organised but they were still defeated. I am surprised at how easily they have been defeated so far” vouched FM Henrico
“They cant match our superior soldiers and numbers, sir” Esposito sated seriously.
“Maybe” FM Henrico said observing the scene aheadf of him.
When all of the soldiers were organised and bayonets fixed, Esposito ordered for two infantry divsions and his cavalry division to charge.
Esposito lifted himself on his horse, drew his sword and let it drop, on that signal, led by him an entire cavalry division swarmed down the hillside followed by two infantry divisions into the crowds of unexpecting Sardianian Piedmointe soldiers.
The scene of Sardinia Piedmonte soldiers resting, which the Papal cavalry charged into.
THEY WERE MASSACRED, nearly an entire two Infantry divisions were wiped out in 20 minutes, a few managed to get away but not enough to pose any threat. Espostio and FM Henrico were toasted to all over the Papals and the Pope was extremely pleased with them, “well done” he had said.
All in all the only 12 Papal Cavalry men were the only Papal casualties of that day whilst a staggering 2,3000 of the enemies corpses lay on the battlefield-Death Plain
By the closing of January all of Sardinia Piedmonte located on the Italian continent had been captured and the nations leaders and remaining soldiers all retreated to the Island of Sardinia were they begged for peace but it was declined. One more strike and Sardinia Piedmonte would cease to exist.
Theres your screenie coz1, cheers
Sardinia Piedmonte Massacre
The wind shimmered over the fields which were coated in a soft layer of snow. It was freezing and the the chiling wind bit through the ranks of the marching column of Papal soldiers as they trudged through a muddy, frozen track. At the head of this column were the Generals and his aides. They plodded along on their horses with large cloaks and greatcoats wrapped around themselves. FM Henrico ordered the column to halt and fall out for a 15 minute break and the Popes Army broke out of formation and attempted to light fires but only a few were succesful. FM Henrico slid from his horse and walked over to General Esposito the commander of The Popes Army. “Genral we are not far from Alessandria now” he said cheerily.
General Esposito, extroadinarily tall and had been conected to most of the Papals victories, especially those in Austria and Tuscany.
“Yes, yes indeed we aren’t. Do you think it is wise to fight a battle in such conditions, sir” General Espositio said, his teeth chattering.
“The force awaiting us numbers a mere two divisions, we shall break them”
“Yes, of course we will, will you be observing the battle, sir” asked Gen Esposito
“Of course man, I havent travelled here for the good of my health”
“Very good, sir” Gen Esposito thrust his hands into the deaths of his greatcoat
A crude tent was put up for the comfort of the Commanders and Gen Espositio gratefully enetered the tent and plunged into the picnic chair next to the roaring fire, he gave a appreciated gasp. Port was served to everyone in the tent and after 15 minutes with everyone sufficiently warmed up the commanders ordered for the army to move out and a rather more enthusiastic Gen Espostito urged on his horse.
When they reached the outskirts of the City of Alessandria they were surprised to see the Opposing Sardinian force was their already but were in no way prepared for a fight. It looked more like a scene at a holiday camp, soldiers were sitting around fires singing and bivoacs were being hitched up.
“What an earth do they think they are doing” murmered FM Henrico.
“I don’t know, but we can not waste a minute of time” Gen Esposito turned round on his horse and adressed one of his aides, “get the relevant companies prepared, fix bayonets and be ready to charge in 10 minutes”
FM Henrico smiled at Espositio, “taking advantage of the situation, good job” he praised Espositio.
“Indeed,sir” Esposito said as he lit a cigar.
“Im surprsed they are in such a disorder, their armies at Parma and Massa were much better organised but they were still defeated. I am surprised at how easily they have been defeated so far” vouched FM Henrico
“They cant match our superior soldiers and numbers, sir” Esposito sated seriously.
“Maybe” FM Henrico said observing the scene aheadf of him.
When all of the soldiers were organised and bayonets fixed, Esposito ordered for two infantry divsions and his cavalry division to charge.
Esposito lifted himself on his horse, drew his sword and let it drop, on that signal, led by him an entire cavalry division swarmed down the hillside followed by two infantry divisions into the crowds of unexpecting Sardianian Piedmointe soldiers.
The scene of Sardinia Piedmonte soldiers resting, which the Papal cavalry charged into.
THEY WERE MASSACRED, nearly an entire two Infantry divisions were wiped out in 20 minutes, a few managed to get away but not enough to pose any threat. Espostio and FM Henrico were toasted to all over the Papals and the Pope was extremely pleased with them, “well done” he had said.
All in all the only 12 Papal Cavalry men were the only Papal casualties of that day whilst a staggering 2,3000 of the enemies corpses lay on the battlefield-Death Plain
By the closing of January all of Sardinia Piedmonte located on the Italian continent had been captured and the nations leaders and remaining soldiers all retreated to the Island of Sardinia were they begged for peace but it was declined. One more strike and Sardinia Piedmonte would cease to exist.
Theres your screenie coz1, cheers
