This tale is of a Breton column that had the mission to destroy two rival native villages; the young Captain Davidson was to regret ever taking on such a task ...
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| The Bretons deploy, to take on the closer village first |
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| massed in their red coats the right flank was tasked to escort a special wagon |
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| though there were no visible native Dervish forces, the assembling red coats were being closely watched |
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| the column moved through woods and slowly over open ground |
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| the leading Ghurka formation was shot to bits and the Havildar was chopped down by a mob, which then rushed the next formation of colonial troops |
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| another mob burst from the near village and again the rush was on, this time the mule teams were the target |
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| Captain Davidson was unable to rally anyone from the head of the column, seeing even more native forces rushing towards is tiny force ... |
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| this time the attackers were on camels |
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| pouring over the hedges of the other small village |
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| and on horseback pushing hard for the left flank of the Colonial forces column |
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| the native mobs did take out 20+ in their rushing swarm |
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| even more mobs showed up |
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| the best troops kept moving too slowly to get into any kind of firing position |
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| Breton die rolls for movement were atrocious ... could the tiny model men know more than the leader? |
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| mobs, time and again were now holding back from closing into the kill |
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| now though the camels were hammering into the flanks |
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| and in the end the horsemen took the flank and rear of the Colonial forces |
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| fleeing from their wagon-load of demolitions the red coats got away with only a dozen or so survivors from this column ... it would appear that Afristan was about to explode into open revolt. |
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