The bombardments cracked in the city of Spilt as the huge shells of the German Kasursnit Artillery gun smashed into the small buildings of the industrial city. The ports were among the largest in all of Greece, and were used daily by the navy, and so was very unlucky of the Greeks to have no ironclads there.
Leutennat (sp?!!!!) Alexander Fermia was in charge of the small militia within Split, controlling just over 20 men, with new Spartan Rifles able to shoot much further then the German rifles. He stood in the dusty room, continually peskered by the cries of women and children outside in the streets as the bombardments killed families and destroyed homes. There was close to nothing the militia could do now, as the artillery was close to a mile away and the militia would most likely be killed by then.
Senior officer Kennea stood by Alexanders side as they sat and waited. His breath snarled with moldy cheese as they snacked on the last of the rations in the small closet. Then it was silent. Alexander thought he had died, but he was soon to find out he was not that lucky. The rumbling sound of horse hooves upon the soft ground of the streets replaced the cracking artillery. The Militia grabbed their rifles only to head out into the street into a deathtrap. They witnessed German cavalry units bursted into homes and slaughtering the men as they quelled the resistance. However, the militia would not go down that easily. Following strict plans, the soldeirs lined up alongside eachother, and using British techniques, fired, crouched, reloaded while the row behind them fired, then fired themselves again. The cavlary, being distant and too slow, was unable to break this fortification from the front, but soon the backside was touched, and the militia broke. All 20 were beheaded by cavalry swords.
OOC: updating map now