Daftpanzer
canonically ambiguous
War with spain broke out around 1100 BC. Records do not show exactly how it started, although it is thought either the Spanish refused to move warships out of celtic home waters, or the Spanish simply declared war.
More disturbing news reached the celts, as the Germans, destroyers of the Aztecs, were in turn being overrun by the Americans and Iroquai. It was hoped the germans would be able to make peace before being destroyed.
Meanwhile, the Spanish were seen as a weak nation, with only 5 major cities and lacking the technology of the celtic continent. They still relied on medieval pikemen, knights and their conquistadors to defend their cities. Spain was actually quite close to the eastern shore of the nation, and so it was decided to launch and an expedition across the sea to teach the Spanish a lesson. A volcano erupted on the Spanish / Iroquai border, perhaps it was some kind of omen? Celtic frigates began to harass spanish shipping, bombarding them from a distance, while transport galleons sailed to vitcos were a small invasion force was being assembled.
On a spring morning, sometime in early 1099 bc, several galleons, escorted by frigates, reached the Spanish shore unopposed near the city of Santiago. Supremely confident, no thought was given to landing on defensive ground such as the mountains round the coast, and so several musket, cavalry and cannon divisions were landed onto open grassland terrain. As they began organising to attack Santiago, the Spanish surprised them with a huge assault.
The celts had believed the Spanish would divide most of their forces amongst their city garrisons, with only a few scattered units sent out to raid and harass enemy forces. But instead, it seemed virtually the whole Spanish armed forces were bearing down on the landed troops.
There was no chance to get back to the ships. Wave after wave of longbowmen, knights and conquistadors attacked the celtic forces who had no chance to dig in. Cannon batteries had chance for only one volley before the Spanish were upon them. Celtic Musketeers fired out from walls made of dead and dying men. Celtic cavalrymen shielded themselves from the shower of longbows, crouching behind their dead horses. Still the spanish came on, cyring terrible war cries and flinging themselves at the celts.
Partial logbook of a celtic officer, later recovered from spain:
Late Afternoon. A surgeon removed the arrow from my shoulder. Returning to the defences
Evening. Terrible loss of life. Great numbers of Spanish dead litter the countryside. Our own forces are decimated. None of our men has escaped a wound. Still we hold.
Sunset. Fought off a charge by Spanish knights with our musket fire. The Spanish came with their armour and their swords, but we shot most of them down. The wounded horses are making a terrible noise out there. Lost many men. Few are left standing. Reinforcements must come soon
Its night, sometime falling back. Many dead, everywhere. The reinforcements never came, Spanish are everywhere, all around us. We are falling back, abandoning the camp. May the spirits of battle protect us
Still night Gunshots in the distance. We dont know where we are, but there are still bodies everywhere. How has this scene form hell come about? Why is this battle being fought? Nothing makes sense anymore
Dawn gunfire continued all night. We are pinned down in an abandoned Spanish village. We met up with scattered survivors. We see no other soldiers out there except Spanish. Maybe were the only ones left? The Spanish are everwhere, there are no battle lines. We cant get to the ships.
Its morning. Light shows smoke and death everywhere. We made it to some kind of Spanish villa, also abandoned. Found some Spanish wine, its a crude drink but it soothes our spirits. We see our cannons being carried away by the Spanish in the distance. The wounded are suffering terribly, we have no medicines
The Spanish are shouting and cheering, a terrible noise. It must be over . We cant hear any gunfire. 10 of us are left standing
News of the disaster soon reached home. At least 10 divisons of the celtic army were completely wiped out, the survivors were shown no mercy by the zealous spanish who regarded them as barbarian devil worshipers. At least twice as many spanish troops were dead or injured, but that was little consolation.
The celtic people were now united in one mission. The Spanish must die!!!
More disturbing news reached the celts, as the Germans, destroyers of the Aztecs, were in turn being overrun by the Americans and Iroquai. It was hoped the germans would be able to make peace before being destroyed.
Meanwhile, the Spanish were seen as a weak nation, with only 5 major cities and lacking the technology of the celtic continent. They still relied on medieval pikemen, knights and their conquistadors to defend their cities. Spain was actually quite close to the eastern shore of the nation, and so it was decided to launch and an expedition across the sea to teach the Spanish a lesson. A volcano erupted on the Spanish / Iroquai border, perhaps it was some kind of omen? Celtic frigates began to harass spanish shipping, bombarding them from a distance, while transport galleons sailed to vitcos were a small invasion force was being assembled.
On a spring morning, sometime in early 1099 bc, several galleons, escorted by frigates, reached the Spanish shore unopposed near the city of Santiago. Supremely confident, no thought was given to landing on defensive ground such as the mountains round the coast, and so several musket, cavalry and cannon divisions were landed onto open grassland terrain. As they began organising to attack Santiago, the Spanish surprised them with a huge assault.
The celts had believed the Spanish would divide most of their forces amongst their city garrisons, with only a few scattered units sent out to raid and harass enemy forces. But instead, it seemed virtually the whole Spanish armed forces were bearing down on the landed troops.
There was no chance to get back to the ships. Wave after wave of longbowmen, knights and conquistadors attacked the celtic forces who had no chance to dig in. Cannon batteries had chance for only one volley before the Spanish were upon them. Celtic Musketeers fired out from walls made of dead and dying men. Celtic cavalrymen shielded themselves from the shower of longbows, crouching behind their dead horses. Still the spanish came on, cyring terrible war cries and flinging themselves at the celts.
Partial logbook of a celtic officer, later recovered from spain:
Late Afternoon. A surgeon removed the arrow from my shoulder. Returning to the defences
Evening. Terrible loss of life. Great numbers of Spanish dead litter the countryside. Our own forces are decimated. None of our men has escaped a wound. Still we hold.
Sunset. Fought off a charge by Spanish knights with our musket fire. The Spanish came with their armour and their swords, but we shot most of them down. The wounded horses are making a terrible noise out there. Lost many men. Few are left standing. Reinforcements must come soon
Its night, sometime falling back. Many dead, everywhere. The reinforcements never came, Spanish are everywhere, all around us. We are falling back, abandoning the camp. May the spirits of battle protect us
Still night Gunshots in the distance. We dont know where we are, but there are still bodies everywhere. How has this scene form hell come about? Why is this battle being fought? Nothing makes sense anymore
Dawn gunfire continued all night. We are pinned down in an abandoned Spanish village. We met up with scattered survivors. We see no other soldiers out there except Spanish. Maybe were the only ones left? The Spanish are everwhere, there are no battle lines. We cant get to the ships.
Its morning. Light shows smoke and death everywhere. We made it to some kind of Spanish villa, also abandoned. Found some Spanish wine, its a crude drink but it soothes our spirits. We see our cannons being carried away by the Spanish in the distance. The wounded are suffering terribly, we have no medicines
The Spanish are shouting and cheering, a terrible noise. It must be over . We cant hear any gunfire. 10 of us are left standing
News of the disaster soon reached home. At least 10 divisons of the celtic army were completely wiped out, the survivors were shown no mercy by the zealous spanish who regarded them as barbarian devil worshipers. At least twice as many spanish troops were dead or injured, but that was little consolation.
The celtic people were now united in one mission. The Spanish must die!!!
I got the idea from other stories where people have used flight sim graphics and stuff to help illustrate the story.
