The Pangean Wars

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Hi y'all, this is my first story post, so I hope I please those who read! I started a game as Napoleon, Random everything, huge map, 18 civs. My computer is old, so sory! No screenshots!

Chapter One: The Day

On the bright and sunny day of July 21st, 1706, Emporer Constantine XIX rode in his carraige down the main avenue of Paris, while adoring citizens cheer . HE was a conquer. He pused back the mighty Aztecs from encroaching on Rheims and Paris. Peace was at last. He smiled as he led himself wander into thoughts of statues and other such markers of his achievements. As the horses trotted along with the open caraige in tow, disaster struck. An assassin pulled two pistols from his vest pocket took a shot at Constantine and then turned the second on himself. His second shot blew the left side of his skull of and sent the crowd runnng and screaming. Like they needed encouragement, the first shot was enough. Advisor Louis de Non leaned over the body of the wounded monarch. The bullet had struck him in the right ribcage and didn't come out. "Louis..." Groaned Constantine, "take care of Napoleon, he is king.." as his voice trailed off, he died in his advisors arms. Constantine was taken back at home in Cheateau d'Quois, his private residence.

When the dead monarch arrived at his home, a solider ran up to de Non. "Sir, the assassin was positivly English in nature. We have alerted Emporer Napoleon and he will be here shortly." "Emporer Napoleon..." de Non pondered, "16 years old and Emporer of France. Hmm..." de Non was worried. He knew the brash prince could be a great leader, but he needed more energy than he had. At the age of 77, he wasn't as tough as when he had coached Napoleon's Father, when he took the throne in 1690. Still, he had a duty, and that duty was to... The stream of thought was interrupted by a Horse bursting into the courtyard halted next to de Non. A short, muscled figure in mud-splattered blue cloth hopped of th horse and greeted de Non. "His he dead, Louis?" "Yes, I'm he is, Napoleon" sighed de Non Both advisor and emporer looked sadly at the cobblestones for a few minutes. Am I, the um..." Napoleon mumbled. "Yes," said de Non, "You are now Napoleon XI, King and Emporer of France, Lord of Conquered Rome and Spain, Sultan of the former Arabs." "Oh? I didn't know that I was Sutan too..." Napoleon's sarcastic wit always got a smile from de Non.

"Do we know who did this?" asked Napoleon, sobering up from the last joke. "Yes, sire, it was told to me that the English sent him." Instantly de Non knew it was a mistake. Napoleon was know for hold a grudge for a short time, only because whoever the grudge was aginst didn't last long. "Alright, I want and audience with Elizabeth IV tomorrow. If she refuses, war. If she does not give us 500 talents of gold, war. If she looks at me funny, war. Secretly, no matter what she does, at the end I will curse her out and declare,war." The look of horror on de Non's face was unparalleled by anyone. "War weariness had all but disappeared, but our troops are not yet back up to full stregnth! What is in that young man's head!" thought de Non. Then it hit him like a train, his father declared war on the Aztecs because they poisoned his father. It all became clear. Napoleon was going to be a hanful, just like papa.

 

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Chapter 2, Council of War

The next day, Napoleon sat on his throne with the beautifal English Queen in front of him. She was in her early twenties, but rule had made her face a little sunken. She said no to all offers and in the end war was declared. A huffy Elizabeth was shown out and back to her carraige by the elderly de Non. "Now what?" DeNon said to the man approaching behind him. "We go to a council of war, obviously!" Said a cheeky Napoleon. The next day, September 1, 1706, the council was gathered. A large rectangular oak table lit by hundreds of candles in a windowless room in Trefoneive Palace was a sight to behold. At one end sat Napoleon, at the other sat de Non. On the left side sat Generals Louis Sevonie, Charles d'Arc, and Stephan du Braille. Generals of the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd armies respectively. On the Right sat General Horatio Ponte, of the 4th Army. Also sat Admirals John-Baptiste St. Croix, 1st Navy, and Jacques Geroce, 2nd Navy. "Okay gentleman, I want to win this war quickly. What can you do to help." Admiral St. Croix spoke up first, "We live on one landmass, and therefore have no problem defending our ports on the sothern tip of the continent. The 1st at one side, the 2nd at the other. Besides, they have a weak navy." Napoleon stayed quiet for a moment."Good, we shall win the Naval war, right gents?"

A round of grunts in agreement. "Now the problem, land. How shall we best destroy our opponents?" "The young, blonde haired Gen. du Braille spoke, " There is an open grassland that we need to cross. I propose that my army run across this grassland, then hold the hills until all the others arrive, since mine is the closest to the English Border. Next, Gen. Sevonie spoke,"I say that we wait for our armies to be close to the border then advance in four stacks, capture and hold Nottingham and York, the two closest cities, and then go straight for London." General Ponte was standing up to speak when naoleon said, "I like it. I'll go with a mixture of du Braille's and Sevonie's plans. du Braillie, I want you to hold thopse hills at all costs. The cannon can reach York from there, so bombard it. Sevonie, d'Arc, Ponte I want you to organize as fast as possible and get to those two cities, alright? Everyone in agreement that we are doing this?" All said "Yes,Sir!"

The genrals walked out so that it was just de Non left. "We need you, sir." projected de Non. "I know," sadly mumbled Napoleon," Sevonie is the only competent one. Du Braille is too cocky, the rest are too old-styled in their tactics. I know what you mean, Louis. To morrow, I make the announcement and I'll take the city gaurd and imperial gaurd with me as core units." "What? Core Units? Your'e forming the..." "Yes," countered Napoleon," I am forming the 5th army. Those two regiments of cavalry, along with three of infantry, two artillery and four volunteers will make up my glorious army." de Non chuckled. "If only Constantine could see his son now..."

 

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Chapter 3: Double Time

Napoleon walked back from the adressing window at Trefeneive palace drenched in sweat. He had done it. France was at war, volunteers came out, and all the commanders moved quickly to the beat of the victory drum. He walked to the breifing room near the front entrance. de Non was there, along with the second advisor Jean-Claude Desperadeaux. "Our spies have gotton back thier information for us." said Jean-Claude. "Ah exellent! What is it! Don't keep me waiting!" "de Non opened his ledger. "Sir here are the facts we know of. The english army has about 69,000 men compaired to our 54,000. One regiment equals 1,000 men, of course. Apparently, the English cities to the far north have been captured by the Americans. The English have only three cities, London, Nottingham, and York. They may be small, but hold vast resources and power. They are most noted for their gold mines. Rich, Productive, Small. That means eah city is a huge loss for them. Take two, and peace is yours...

They have a general named Daniel Ryan, and excellent man of apptitude far beyond modern comprehension. Be wary of him. That is all the information the spies could give at this time." Theroom was silent for a long while. Finally Napoleon spoke, "I want production changed so that every city is making troops, I want all money funneled into the millitary. Elizabeth is mobilizing, I just know it. She'll be across the plains to our hills before we can do squat. By Deceber 1st I want du Braille's army and my army ready to go, kapeche?" de Non and Desperadeaux knew very well the high stakes game the played. In old age, de Non had realized one importent thing, "Just do it." On December 1st, du Braille and Napoleon were on their way. Their cavalry and rifleman shudderd thebroung while the prgress was slowed due to the hauling of cannons. In total, 27,000 men where on the march, just entering the plains. A small river ran through the middle called the Arness River. Both armies crossed it with little problem and were on their way once more, they had just mounted the tops of the hills outside york on March 6th, 1707, when they heard a distant trumpet blast the note of fate, the order to march, double time...

 

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Chapter Four, First of Many
The second trupet blast confirmed it. The English under another commander, Gen. Roxby Notswood. The English advanced with 30,000 rifleman and cavalry. Command instincts took over as Napoleon shouted orders. "Artillery, Prepare! Cavalry, take the flanks, mine left, du Braille right! Rifleman, take positions! The English cavalry advanced up the woodless hill quickly, and got within 75 yds when the 70 cannon opened up and blew the front two lines away. The rifleman shot back and drove the cavalry off. Next, the rifle man advanced from the center. They got within 50yds when both cavalry regiments slammed into their flanks. Absolutly repulsed, Gen. Notswood led the retreat off the field. In the first day of fighting, 1,000 French and 4,000 English were killed. Napoleon personally helped carry othe dead and dying off the field, even the enemies. He was a proud, boasting, sarcastic young man, but he took death very seriously.

After the dead and dying were removed and buried, the French settled in for a long siege. The guns started at 6:30 every morning and quit at 10:00 every night. Day by die went by, but the masive walls of this ancient city would not yield a crack. Napoleon sent a letter back to de Non in Paris, telling of their victory over a superior force and inquiering how his 15 yearold brother was doing, being regent? In the English court, a bloody and brused Notswood stumbled into the throne room. "Well?" The icy cold voice of Elizabeth rang out across the empty hall. "We advanced and lost. Our casualties 4,000, theirs, 1,000. I poligize for not being able to..." He was cut short by an axeblade. Elizabeth needed to win. She knows that Napoleon will show no mercy for killing his father. She needs to push Napoleon across the hills and take the fight to him. If she wins, she gets Rheims and all the wonderful diamonds, spice, and ivory that live near the city. If she loses, her civilization will be crushed. She needed Ryan, and she needed him now. Unfortunatly, he was coming, but with artillery, so the progress was slowed down a bit. She sat in silent contemplation for a minute before leaving and heading back to London, where Ryan was.

Napoleon was dozing off when a superior officer knocked on his tent. "Hmmph... What?" Mumbled Napoleon. "Sir, you need to see this..." the officer said. "Fine, fine..." grumbled Napoleon. He got up and walked outside."What is it?" asked Napoleon impatiently "His officer pointed and said "over there..." Napoloen looked where the man was pointing All Napoleon could get out was, "What the..."

 

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Chapter Five, It's our evening ritual

Napoleon was trying to wrap his head around what he was seeing when it clicked. "Ha!" Napoleon exclaimed. This startled the officer so, that he jumped. "Be not afraid, Amadeus (The officer's last name). Apparently, the English have not implimented a state religion, and they are still worshiping the old Gods. That explains why they're burning a cow ontop of the walls while smashing chickens onto giant stones. Aha! The old God of protection, Jaagar, demanded this as payment for protection! Oh my, Amadeus you look, eh... disgusted, no?" As he said disgusted, Amadeus ran for the lavatory. "What luck, a squemish officer." thought Napoleon. As he was watching this ritual unfold, he pondered, "I remember the stories, of when Napoloen I founded Paris they did the same things. Look at how far we've come. I guess I can say I'm proud to have such a civilized religion such as Judaism. Founded by my ancient Uncle Peteir d'Claut in 2300B.C". As he was thinking proud thoughts about how good his religion is, he noticed that the ritual people had left the gate open when some went outside to cleanse the walls of blood with urine. He alerted du Braille to this development. He, happy to see an oppertunity at such an early point, jumped at the chance to rush the city.

So, on the night of March 8th, 1707, Napoleon, du Braille, and 300 Riflemen crept down the hill to the gates of the city. du Braille slit the throat of the gaurd, and the troop advanced in. They went directly to the commanding officer's quarters' in the barracks. Napoleon woke him up and had several rifleman point guns at him. "Good evening, sir. I would like to borrow your city." Napoleon said in broken english to the supriesed man. He looked at Napoleon, then at du Braille then at the riflemen. He begain to speak in immaculate French, "Sir, if you fire the shots, all 20,000 troops will come and destroy all of you except Napoleon. They will take you to London to be executed. So, no. May I sleep now?" Napoleon watched as the man turned over to go to sleep again. Napoleon grinned, "No." At the same time he unsheathed his sword and jammed it into his chest. Napoleon turnned to his companions, "Time to go." The troops quickly escaped the city, but not before stealing weapons, food, and 300 talents of gold, one each to the riflemen who came along. Why, you might ask, did not just kill all the troops in their sleep, or set fire to the town? I'll tell you. To do that would be ungentlemanly. Besides, he knows exactly where the barracks are now, so he can bomb them later. The apparent suicide of the commanding officer would be a severe morale blow to all the troops.

Napoleon thought, "This will be mine by the end of April. I don't really like York, I'll call it, hmm.... something for my father...I've got it! Constantinopelle, Perfect!" Napoleon finally went to sleep tinking visions of a grand empire, correctly or incorrectly, we will have to find out at a later post...

 

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Chapter 6, Betrayed

The next ten days were uneventful. The bombardment of the barracks and other locations continued. The troops had been quite unhappy to see thier officer dead. The English flags flew at half mast. A weird custom, in Napoleons eyes. Finally news was sent to him. All four reports reached him with thirty minutes. The first was from General d'Arc. All 27,000 men of the forces had been mobilized and were heading to the hills near York. The second was from Admiral Geroce. It stated that all attacks on the seas had been defeated and that all of the ocean in their borders was theirs and they where working quickly to shure up Elizabeth's small coastline into submission. The third was much more greivous. Ryan had finished mobilizing and was headed to York with 59,000 men. The forth was devastating. de Non was not pleased with the acting King, Pierre, now 16 as of March 12. He had decided to seize power. "The people hate him and there is much rioting" de Non wrote, "Please return, if just for one week, and restore order. Your Kingdom depends on it." After reading all four reports again, Naploeon called du Braille into his tent. He told him," I have to return to Paris, I will stay for one week and then be back. I want you to do exactly as I say. Ryan will be here in four days with 59,000 men. I need you to consentrate all fire on the gate. Once it is open, have your men rush it. Take the city at all cost, but try to keep the costs minimal. The other Generalss will be here in three days with an extra 27,000 men to reinforce before Ryan arrives. Alright?"

"Alright, It'll be an honor to take York for you, sir!" Napoleon smiled and stood up. "I will be leaving in 15 minutes in with Maj. Amadeus, so.. until next time." Napoleon swiftly walked out of the tent andover to his horse, Maj. Amadeus was alerted and joined him minutes later. Together, they rode at break-neck speed across the plains and over the river Arness. They reached Paris in record time. At 10:00 AM on April 1st, they reached they palace and jumped off. de Non was there to escort him to the window from which emporers had spoken to their people since it was built 983 years ago. He raised his hands to the crowd and said, "I have returned!"

 

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Chapter 7, Suck it up

The crowd's cheer was so loud, it was heard 5 miles away in the hamlet of St. Saunte. Napoleon left them with the words, "Now, I believe Pierre and I have some bussines to attend to!" Which brought chants of "NA-POL-E-ON!" He left the window happily knowing that all of France was behind him, he could do whatever he wish to deal with "Pierre VI" as he had claimed. He walked into the holdng chamber just down the hall. He opened the door and there sat Pierre, bound in chains, with Desperadeaux, de Non, and his Cousin Jean-Paul. They greeted him warmly and left the room, with old de Non winking at him as he left. "So, Pierre, Why did you do it?" Pierre sat in silence for a moment before responding, "You will lose the war, the people, and your place. I wanted to avoid that, so I took it from you before the people could." "Oh how generous.Take the power for yourself before the people could give it to you, eh?" "You have no clue what the state..." started Pierre but Napoleon interceded, "What! I don't know! The State! The State! I AM THE STATE! It is you, Pierre, that does not know the state of things! They hate you, I hate you. Tomorrow, you will be executed by hanging, and I will be pulling the LEVER!" Napoleon threw the door open and slammed it shut. The advisors and Jean-Paul had never seen Napoleon that angry. When he spied the look of terror on Jean-Paul's face, he knew that he would replace Pierre as acting regent. Anyone who was afraid of him would do just fine. "I'm sorry, did I yell?" Napoleon jokingly cooed.

Smiles broke on their faces as they left for early lunch on the grounds. In between bites of Fillet Mignon, NApoleon communicated that Jean-Paul would be acting regent and he would leave for the front once again in two days. That night, Napoleon tossed and turned as to how the battle came out. He decided to but it out of his mind by thinking of the many joys of execution... The next day 'Pierre VI' had the noose tied around his neck. The crowd of 100,000 plus watched as he said hsi last words, "My brother is unfit for command make Jean-Paul King. Anything is better than dear, dear Napoleon... Before he could finish and to the crowds happines, Napoleon pulled the lever and watched his hated brother drop like a stone. As the ody was escorted away, Napoleon was whisked away to a waiting horse along with a man to replace squemish Maj. Amadeus. His name was Maj. Marc de Gaul. They rode off into the flat grassland to the hills of York. By April 17th, they had arriived in the hills. Napoleon urged his tired horse up to the crest. Both Napoleon and Maj. de Gaul said at the same time, "Holy...

 

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Chapter 8, Return to York

All around the city of York lay Ryan's army of 59,000. One third of their army was cannon, about 200, and they were bombarding the city non-stop. Glad to see that du Braille had followed orders, Napoleon smilled in-spite of the desperate situation. When night fell, He and Maj. de Gaul snuck into the city. All four Generals were gathered around a map of the city when the two walked into the headquarters. Savonie, d'Arc, du Braille, and Ponte were all suprised and happy to see him again. "So, what of it?" Napoleon asked. du Braille spoke, "I took the city thirty minutes before the other three showed up and just 10 hours before Ryan Showed up. Our situation is desperate, though. We have combined 51,000 men as to Ryan's 59,000. HE also has more cannon. We can hold for another six days before our reserves of food and water run out, also we..." Napoleon interrupted,"How many cannon does he have?" "Umm... 189 pieces, sir." replied d'Arc. "Great!" shouted Napoleon. A look of puzzlement went through the room. "Don't you see," Napoleon said," with our inflated infantry we can get rid of their cannon easily. With Our Artillery, we need to get the cavalry, and with our cavalry, get the infantry protecting the guns! It all works. I'll call it operation muzzle. Generals, brief the men and trainthem on what to do... We make our assault on the enemy in three days!"

The generals scurried around fufilling Napoleons order. "Maj. de Gaul, I would like you to be my new assisstent, alright?" "I would be happy to serve, Emperor Napoleon." "Thankyou, Maj., now, I think I need some sleep... Napoleon retired tothe Queen's visitatin palace that night. He spent the next two days there in that massive building. on the third day, the day of the assault April 20th, 1707. At 6:00 AM, the guns peeled off and the troops marched out. Napoleon watched with field glasses from the wall. The guns destroyed a lot of cavalry horses that were sleeping. The troops made short work of the cannon and even chased some horses away. But the Cavalry was overwhelmed by the sheer number of infantry. Most of the regiments were decimated, but a flak attack by our troops caused the rest to retreat. The battle had been won. NApoleon jumped for joy at the sight. When Gen. Sevonie gave his report later that day, Napoleon was not happy. The victory came at a high cost. They lost 12,000 men while Ryan lost 17,000 men and 107 cannon. The numbers in the French combined army was down to 29,000 men but up to 277 cannon. Ryan's army was down to 42,000 men and 82 cannon. Ever resourceful, Napoleon kept d'Arc and Ponte in York with 20,000 men to hold the city. The rest under Napoleon, Sevonie, du Braille, and the new General de Gaul headed back to Paris to pick up reinforcements.

The battle did not go unnoticed by Elizabeth. She summoned Ryan, but had the wisdom not to kill him. He was thier Kingdom's only hope for survival. He was stripped of 250 of his 2700 acres as a warning. By the time the 9,000 reached Paris, it was May 5th, 1707. In Paris they were met with cheers as heroes. While there, Napoleon checked on Jean-Paul. The acting regent had accomplished only good things, the treasury was growing while still producing troops. Science was at its peak production. "I should keep him as admistrative advisor when I get back..." Thought Napoleon. After their week long R&R in Paris the 9,000 troops alng with an additional 6,000 troops made their way to the planes. When they reached the Arness River, a cloud of dust was seen in the distance. As it got closer, Napoleon realized what it was. It's cavalry! Dig trenches, men!" Puzzled, the soliders looked at him. None had ever heaard of 'Trench Warfare' Before. Napoleon rolled his eyes, "Deep trenches, like irrigation!" The soliders finally understood and started to dig down into the soft earth. "Dig faster, or else the we will irrigate our crops with your blood!" shouted Napoleon as encouragement. "I hope this works..." thought Napoleon.

 

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Chapter 9, Bloody Irrigation

By the time the cavalry was in firing range, the trenches were about three feet deep.Napoleon ordeered them to crouch and await his signal. Once they hit the river, they're gone," THought Napoleon. He waited. 100yds, 75yds, 50yds, "FIRE!!!" Instantly gunes opened up and a wall of cavalry went down But there was just more and more. Wave after wave was defeated. Until the 13th wave, then the horses crossed and charged. The soliders retreated, upset at their first defeat. The cavalry of the English won a costly victory. French casualties: 2,000/15,000 English: 8,000/17,000. Napoleon retreated for a day until he came to rest near a small lake called Lake Nieuspaunchant. He rested his army until June 1st and then moved on. He told his officers that he was happy how well that this 'trench warfare' worked, and they agreed. As they advanced across the Arness River, London was in celebration. The first English victory was celebrated as a national holiday. The survivors were treated as saints. Ryan got his land back and morale returned to the flagging British populace. Over in Paris, the defeat was a shocking turn of events. How could mighty Napoleon be defeated? Acting King Jean-Paul kpet Napoleons image up, reminding people constantly of his two victories at York. After Napoleon returned to York on June 13th, 1707, he took 7,000 troops from his garrison there and merged them with the thirteen thousan left in his main army. He started to march towards the gold fields near Nottingham.

He knew that with his force, he couldn't capture a city, so he decided to destroy that form of income, to starve the British out. He arrived in late june and started to collapse the mines as fast as possible. By Jul;y, he had gotten rid of all of them. Just then, he spotted somthing from the horizon, Ryan's New Model Army was coming. Ryan thought, "With my 30,000 man army, I'll easily crush this fly, Napoleon." Napoleon had about 19,000 troops He couldn't run to York, Ryan was in between them. He would simply pursue them until he caught them So, he decided to make his stand on a mountain next to the coast. As luck would have it, a French GAlleon was passing by and came to help. When Ryan arrived, the Galleon bombed his forces as did Napoleon's guns. The combned attack brought the attention of the 1st Navy. St. Croix thought as his and four other ships were arriving to help,"This should be intersting..."

 

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Chapter 10, de Gaul

Napoleon sat on top of Mt. Olympus watching his cannons and the five galleons blow apart Ryan's Army. He showed Ryan that with combined firepower, size doesn't matter. (On a side note, Ryan is something like 6'4" and Napoleon is something like 5'4") After thirteen days of relentless assaut, Napoleon ordereda charge on the hapless New Model Army. In the ensuing chaos, 16,000 Brits were killed as to 3,000 French. A HUGE victory, this was for Napoleon. Not only had he defeated a larger foe (like before) he had used both types of forces. "This would be recruitment gold at home!" thought Napoleon. The beleagured English retreated to Nottingham, while the French boarded the ships on the coast. A celebration was held on the ships as they headed for the port city of Orleans, not too far away. The acting King along with a crowd of 150,000 plus were there to greet thee victors. The loss at Arness River was completely forgotten. Jean-Paul took Napoleon to the city hall, where he gave a rousing speech in front of an even larger crowd. The thought kept nagging his mind as he ried to sleep that night. "What if I can fool Ryan? I've got 16,000... No, I just got reinforced, 21,000 troops. I can send 3,000 to take him to Nottingham while I head for London? Good I'll do that." The next day he briefed his generals, de Braille, de Gaul, and Sevonie. They all liked the Idea and it was put into action. de Gaul was to take the 3,000 into the outskirts of Nottingham. Meanwhile, Napoleon, du Braille, and Sevonie are to take the main cor of 18,000 to London and lay siege.

They set sail to enact this plan on July 21,st 1707. The same day Napoleon's father was killed one year ago. The ploy worked well, Ryan gave chase to de Gaul while the rest begain the siege of London. Unbeknownst to Napoleon, de Gaul was actually a spy. On August 1st, de Gaul and Ryan met up. With a combined total of 21,000 troops they marched towards London. Napoleon was sitting in his tent drinking coffee when a white-as-a-ghost aide came in. "What is it?" Asked Napoleon. "de Gaul and Ryan teamed up and are coming to attack. They will be here in 30 minutes..." The aide rused out and promptly colapsed. Napoleon was furious, though he had no time to be. He took all of his trops and redied them. When Ryan and de Gaul came from the Weat, the troops garrisoned in London came from the east gate. All Napoleon could say is "Oh shi..."

 

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Chapter 11, Damn

Napoleon knew it was lost before it was even started, so he prepaired his men to march. "Damn", he thought, "Just damn." His army scurried back to York before much damage could be done. Bad news followed his march into York. Generals Ryan and de Gaul would be marching with a combined total of 40,000 men on York. Just after he heard this, another courier came in. A detachment of soliders were just arriving. Boosting all defences. Now it would be exactly even, 40,000 versus 40,000. "This is it," thought Napoleon," England's will shall be broken if I win this battle, the French industrial might has slagged, and will not be able to provide soliders soon enough to rebuild an army." He then made the descition to fight on the hills behind York, and to suprise the enemy, and to reinstate trench warfare. He had his men dig seven trenches along the layers of Copernicus Hill. Named so, for the observatory on top. He would stay in this building and, well, observe what was going on.

The army had finished the last one just before daybreak on the 20th of August, 1707. The enemy arrived later that day and were the most bit suprised at the fact there was a network of trenches, forcing them into a box. After they rode or walked in, an earthworks wall was built to prevent their escape. A shocked Ryan made hissoliders do the same, and trench warfare was born. Both sides launched assault after assualt. Napoleon's left line came close to breaking, twice. By the 30th of September, it was a stalemate. Napoleon descided to kake or break the stalemate by tunneling under the 300 yds between trenches. Some mining engineers were brought forth, and started to mine from the earth wall in the rear to the English rear. By the end of the first day, they were halfway there. On the eve of the second day, they reached the enemy lines. They put one ton of explosives at the end of the tunnel, mainly cannon powder.

They laid the trail leading to the opening, where, at night fall on Ocober 1st, Napoleon did the honor of lighting that match and setting the trail aflame. The French were awake and prepared. Not so with the English. The last rays of the setting sun were blotted out but the massive explosion. It sent chuncks of earth a mile into the sky, which came down miles away. The entire back line was eliminated in the fireball. The confused and now deaf English stood up frightenedly. The French removed their protective ear-coverings and stayed silent. The English were so scared that a pin drop could be heard. Napolem called out in broken English,"Surrender or die, Ryan!" More silence...

 

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Please post something, guys! Critisim is appresiated along with suggestions! I need feedback, please!

 

[Nuka-sama]

Wow, a great read I am just upset since Ryan will die

 

[tthf]

paragraphs would have made the reading easier...

 

[Izipo]

I concur, give it breathing room.
Entertaining read while waiting for... something else.
Don't take offense, but the quality of some of the writings here is quite high.
To be more explicit, have you checked the one at the top, you know the one with five stars, 400 posts and 30.000 viewings ?
But, yes, I enjoyed your piece also.

Update please

 

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To All: Thank you for posting! Thank you especially for th critisism!

To: Nuclear Kid- Thank you, and I have some extra kleenex...

To: tthf- Alright, from now on, no monographs!

To: Izipio- Thank you, I do my best to compete with the other writings... But that's OK, I just like writing anyway...

 

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Chapter 12, Lizzy

After another moment of silence, Ryan spoke up in heavily accented French,"I will never surrender to you, Napoleon, you filth!" Without orders, the entire French army either lept over the wall or jumped out of the trenches. They didn't need orders, they were soliders bent on avenging their leader. Napoleon rarely fought alongside his troops, but this was a different occasion. He ran headlong into the enemy Trenches, he found Ryan fighting off a few French soliders.

Time seemed to slow down, for the next moments seemed to take forever. Napoleon drew his pistol from his vest pocket. He took careful aim, then pulled the trigger. The bullet hit Ryan in his left shoulderblade, blowing some of it off. He dropped to the ground in agony. Before the French Rifleman could bayonet him, Napoleon stopped them. He had two riflemen take Ryan to the suergon and have him patch Ryan up. Most of the remaining English soliders surrendered on the field. The cheer was immense. The French had done it! The most pivotal battle, total victory... Napoleon still had one more battle to fight before the morning came.

When Napoleon made it back to the field hospital, he met Ryan face to face for the first time. He knew Ryan was tall, but to Napoleon, he was a giant. He was about 30, had bright red hair, and seemed to give an aura of cool confidence. "My, Ryan, you have recovered well..." "Thank You, Napoleon..." They addressed each other's name with an immense amount of disdain. "Look, either you tell me the size of the garrisons in Nottingham and London and where 'Dear Queen Lizzy' is, or I cut off all your appendages one by one, then burning the wound to stop the bleeding. You won't die, you'll be in extreme agony, then I'll kill you. So, what do you say?" Ryan sat in grudging contemplation. " Nottingham has 4,000, London 11,000. Her Royal Majesty, The Honorable Queen Elizabeth IV is now in Royale Palace in London. Are you satisfied?" Napoleon smiled, he had gotten what he wanted. Now, what to do with him...

 

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Chapter 13, Jean-Claude's Fall

When the next morning came, the Brittish 12,000 survivors of the attack were lined up before Napoleon. "I am a lenient man," Napoleon addressed the anxious crowd, "and I shall therefore not kill you all." A smlll cheerwent through the English ranks. "But," continued Napoleon, "As of today, you are disbanded, never to fight for any army other than the French army ever again. Go, tell what I have done here so that Elizabeth may be frightened. Go home to your families and tell of the generous Napoleon, Go!" With that, 12,000 men seperated in different directions, some thankful, others grumbling.

Generals Sevonie and du Braille were waiting for Napoleon in his tent. "So, what now Emperor?" asked Sevonie. "We go to Nottingham, Ryan sang like a canary, and they're the weakest. We march tomorrow." "But Sir," spoke up du Braille, "What should we do with Ryan?" "We'll take him to Paris when this is all over..." with a wink and a nod, Napoleon left the tent. He was congratulating the troops individually when a courier stopped him.

"Sir! It's from Paris, urgent!" Napoleon took the letter and broke the seal. It was trouble all right. Acting regent Jean-Paul fell from his horse while riding in the woods. He had suffered many broken bones, and a major loss of blood."In his condition, he'll be gone by October 5th," Were de Non's exact words "Get to Paris, now." Napoleon had never been addressed with the 'now' at the end, so it must be urgent. He returned to his tent, where du Braille and Sevonie were still talking. "Gentleman, I've been called back to Paris. I'll be leaving in ten minutes with you, Sevonie. Du Braille, I want you to march the army over to Nottingham and take it. Wait for me, I shall return. Sevonie, if you'll follow me..." Napoleon led a mildly shocked Sevonie to the horses. "I'm taking Ryan, so it'll be us three, alright?" "Yes, Napoleon."

Before long, Napoleon, Ryan, and Sevonie were riding as fast as possible towards Paris. Ryan was bound in chains lying over the back of Napoleon's horse. They got to Paris on the 11th of October, 1707. Jean-Paul had lingered on and had died the prievious day. Napoleon went to the adressing window where a crowd lined the the Champs Eleyeseis for a full mile. He spoke as loud as he could, but explained the unfortunate death of Jean-Paul in the most delicate terms. He then motioned for Gen. Sevonie to come out on stage. "France, meet your new acting-king, Lord General Louis Sevonie!"

 

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Chapter 14, P. G. T.

The crowd clapped politely. The look of astonishment on Sevonie's face could be rivaled to none. After he finished his speech about the huge victory, Sevonie pulled him aside. "Me? You want Me?" "Yes, you're the best candidate. I have a total of six survivng male counterparts older than 14. Three hate me, two are planning revolutions, and you're the last one left! I had no choicce. So, I estimate that you'll be acting-regent for, say... a few months. OK?" Sevonie nodded. Napoleon spent the rest of the day showing Sevonie the ropes.

The next day, he called another speech at the addressing window. "I have good news citizens, I have a token of victory from that battle. Meet the enemy general, Ryan! As Ryan stepped out, Napoleon stepped in of the small balcony. A barrage of rotten food and vegetables hit the once dignified Ryan in the face and chest. Napoleon walked down the hallway with his attendent behind him. "Tomorrow, I want Ryan to be put in shackles and led through the streets. After that, put him on a boat and send him to our distant colony of Les Tourte. There, put him to work on the Banana plantation. Tell him that I am being very generous, so don't even think about going back to the English, or organizing a rebellion of some kind. Got it?" The aide hurridley shook his head and went back to his office. Napoleon stayed one more day before finding a new general and returning.

He took espescially careful aim in deciding who to choose, considering that de Gaul was a traitor. Fortunatly for de Gaul, he was killed in the fighting, so Napoleon could not get to him first. Anyway, he choose a young Pierre Gustaf Toutaint as de Gaul's replacement. With 3,000 reinforcements, they started on the march to Nottingham on November 1, 1707...