That last update was most certainly a teaser. This will be a story told through "stuff."
Including...
- Pics
- Wikipedia Entries
- Personal Points of View
- Collective Points of View
- Contemporary Cartography
- Period Cartography
- Etc.
So, this one will be in personal point of view with a Wikipedia article at the end.
The two regiments under his Generalship Philippe I of France trekked slowly through the seemingly endless forests, attempting to locate the base of operations of their enemy, the Etruscans. The small force of 2,000 was vastly outnumbered and they knew it. Still, they had better discipline and were much calmer in battle.
So, they trudged on, through the unfamiliar and barren land, vigilant for any movement at all in the trees. It had been a tough couple weeks. Rations were low. Tempers were high. Not a good combination.
Odo was just as fatigued if not even more so than the men he was supposed to show leadership toward. He was exhausted from trying to manage his men and keep firm and strong. Morale was low, and twice he had had to threaten men to force them to keep moving forward.
Ironically, his catchphrase would be adopted by the survivors of the impeding barbarian battle, and would be written into French folklore forever. In an attempt to gain international buyers, a Japanese company called Toiotrois (toy-o-twa) by the French (Toyota in Japanese) would coin it as their own motto.
Odo wasnt sure how he could boost the mood of his troops. They were down in spirits. Only the fear that stopping would make them sitting ducks kept them moving. Many were about ready to collapse, all energy reserves gone. Odo himself was in a horrible mood.
Without any warning whatsoever, the Etruscans were upon them. The stealthy fighters had crept up on them with the slightest sound, unheard to the loudly marching army. Without any notice, thousands of barbarian swordsmen poured out upon the French soldiers, showering them with javelins and arrows.
Odos adrenaline began pumping through him. He barked out orders, yelling for his troops to manoeuvre into defensive positions and prepare for a fight. Incredibly, they needed no order. Within seconds, the entire company he commanded was prepared to defend themselves. Odo himself stepped up to the battle line, prepared to help fight the enemy.
As the swordsmen came crashing on them, the lines wavered, but held. Helped by Odo, they stemmed the tide of fanatical barbarians, forcing them to fight hand-to-hand with the unit. As Odo thrashed forth with his axe, he hacked and slashed, forcefully. He was pretty sure that if his men kept their calm, they would emerge victorious.
Then, reality crashed upon them. After the first wave, came a second, third and fourth of crushing and seemingly endless Etruscan swordsmen. Arrows and spears fell like rain, and men around Odo began crashing to the ground, many dead or dying. Screaming and the horrible stench of blood filled the air as his lines and the lines of the rest of the army gradually began to fall inwards, forming a small circle of survivors. The few archers the French had were not enough to stem the tide, and Odo realized that all was lost.
Although several thousand enemy swordsmen lay dead, not enough Frenchmen were left to stem the ever-crushing tide of Etruscans.
Suddenly, Odo felt something hit him hard somewhere under his shoulder. He looked, a long stem was poking out of his body, and blood was streaming. He felt more crimson flowing from his mouth. Things began to become fuzzy and sounds were reduced. All he could hear was the thudding from his ears.
Odo fell on his back, hands holding him up crab-style. As the world began to really spiral, he saw a man dressed in furs standing over him, a long spear in his hands. Odo saw in plummet downward, slamming into his chest and spattering him with scarlet blood. The world faded as Commander Odo fell to the ground, dead.
Paris soon heard of the bloodshed. Great Leader Louis II was furious and vowed to avenge his brave fighters. He pledged that the Etruscans responsible would be pounded to the ground until they begged for mercy