Btw: What is the "Manche Empire"?
Manche is the dynasty that rules England and France. Abit like "Hapsburg Empire" was the name of Austria till the Napoleonic Wars.
IC:
Interlude - July 13 1913.
JULY 13TH 1913.
Near Sukumi, Welikoslavia
In the lowlands so rare for Caucasian regions, all was, until a certain moment, quiet. One could barely tell that within the city, a Welikoslavian division was stationed. One could tell quite clearly, after that certain moment came, that a Byzantine division was here as well, though.
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Wladimir was taken aback when suddenly, the boring patrol duty turned into something very important. Field artillery began pounding the city, it was much strogner then during the last war.
Instinctively, he knew it was the Byzantines. He ran towards the city, hoping to warn General Moseszky. But a shell exploded near him, and shrapnel cut into his back. He died, to the thunder of artillery, to the pounding of the hooves of many horses and the somewhat distant sound of startled yells coming from the city.
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As Patrokles and his cavalry moved to outflank the city, the infantry, in their violet uniforms, began to move out, knowing (or perhaps, more like hoping?) that the Slavic forces had no time to recover under the efficient artillery barrage. This was not a mere test of strenght for the Byzantine Empire, but also the testing of the new assortment of weaponry in an actual combat situation. For example, the new mountain aritllery, as well as the heavy railroad guns (these were rather risky, as there was only one railroad along the Black Sea coast), and the smokeless rifles.
The startled Slavs only then began firing on the cavalry. Patrokles noticed a steaming machine gun, and pointed right with his sable, they needed to spread out and try to avoid the... machine guns.
The machine gun began firing before all the Byzantines were safely out of distance, and it was very bloody. Patrokles certainly did not expect these to be as good as that, he expected something like those of the last war...
The last war... He remembered that day quite clearly, that day in Theodosiya. Most civilians were by then evacuated, and a small garrison, including him (he was "demoted" to infantry back then due to the garrison running out of horses), was holding out just barely, under the constant artillery fire, the rains of bullets. The machine guns were much bigger and much harder to deploy back then.
His blood felt cold. Was it inside him or outside him? Barely mattered. He aimed with his rifle and fired, hiting one of the gunners. Luck. Simple luck.
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Moseszky felt very, very bad. He shook his head - the daring of the Byzantines put him out of balance. Adjutants scurried around.
'Who would have thought...' - thought Moseszky - 'Who would have thought that they would dare attack us?'
Nobody, was the answer. Nobody, was the reason of Byzantine success.
"Find Skrzynezcki!" - he told a nearby adjutant. Maybe we still could save the situation... - "Tell him to take positions against their main forces! We MUST be ready to halt their advance!"
He found another adjutant.
"Tell all commanders but Skrzynezcki to..."
Artillery fire, loud artillery fire, quited the general. A shell apparently landed in a building next to the one used as the divisionary headquarters.
Moseszky sighed in relief.
"Tell all other commanders," - he finished - "to stop panicking. The cavalry attack is a diversion."
He was quite right.
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"Patrokles is dead." - said the adjutant to General Ioann Ithakas. The elderly general shook his head.
"How few remain..." - he whispered. But regained himself quickly. - "The cavalry?"
"It is retreating."
"Good. Intensify the artillery fire. Remind them of Theodosiya".
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The shell slipped into the lengthy barrel of the artillery gun. It fired, as if it coughed, the shell flew forth and slammed into the old city wall, of the days of Queen Tamara of Georgia. Another shell, with the white Cyrillic letters "Theodosia" followed it soon, exploding loudly and killing at least two Slavs. The Slavic infantry took up positions just outside of the city and further in it, and on the walls, and all with their automatic rifles. Yet these were rather outdated, they still showed smoke - not that that mattered in an open battle very often...
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The Byzantine infantry marched forth. The first ranks stopped, aimed from their knees and fired, whilst the others marched on, and then, after the first volleys, charged onwards. The first ranks, now turned into last ones, joined the charge - the former second ranks then stopped and fired. The Slavic machine gun was silenced by a well-thrown grenade by one of the charging soldiers. Byzantine artillery was now dueling with the Slavic one.
The Byzantines fired at the Slavs, and stormed the first line. There were many casualties, but they made it. Nobody expected such a fierce breakthrough.
The Byzantines were fueled by anger and revanchism, by hatred. No feeling unites a populace like hatred does. They HATED Welikoslavia, hated it for the humiliations of the previous war, and another "Theodosia" shell fell down amidst the second Slavic defense line, on the wall itself, the wall which was now collapsing, as were the Slavs.
Slavic cavalry tried to outflank the Byzantines, but to no avail - the Byzantine one avenged its commander in full in its wild charge.
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The Slavs failed to defeat, stop or slow the Byzantines. With hatred, disciplinne, technology and surprise effect, the Byzantine soldiers overcame all four lines, and broke into the city. The civilian population, mostly Georgians but some Slavs (Russians? Poles? It was not easy to make a difference nowadays...) was hiding in their houses.
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As the sun was beginning to fall on the distant horizon, and as artillery fire stopped, and as most of the Slavic army retreated out of Sukumi, he heard the shots in the house itself.
He took the pistol and calmly fired into his ear.
'We saved what we could... whom we could.'
The sunny Georgian summer gave way to rain and blood. The skies were no longer as bright.
War came to Europe, the lights were put out throughout the world, and no man of that generation ever saw them on again.