The Battle of Austerlitz
A Story of the Austrian Jaegars
14th of March, 1804, Baden. Early Morning.
Today was a gloomy morning, the rain had secretly declared itself the day before, and pelting down afterwards. To bemuddle the German peasants. They still went out to work, when else could they go out? Imagine being starved that you hang on the border of life and death, and the only way to step back from the border of death was to work. And by that, work hard. One such peasent dug his pitchfork into the soggy ground, as such being repeated around him. Tall wheat enveloped the field away, and dark mist hang around the area.
For what felt like the millionth time he hit the ground, one single bang echoed from some 1000 yards away. This was followed by some thumps which rumbled the ground, then nothing. Others looked up, hearing such a thing, but looking back down. But this peasent looked skywards, imagining the strike of lightening sure to follow thunder. A black spot appeared, and a whistling sound. It came closer and closer, bigger and bigger. And then it hit. It struck the earth hard, the ground spewed dirt and weed high into the air like a water fountain, people were thrown metres away, and lay in shock. All threw down there pitchforks and ran towards the plantation. Baden was neutral, why had such a cannonball landed here. This though, was only a signal.
Soon at least another 10 bangs sounded far off, and the thumping. This time the air was rent apart with the screaming of round shot flying towards this field. At least seven churning the field, destroying wheat and cattle and disrupting the layout. One flew into the kitchen amongst a group of people. All windows, doors and walls just blasted outwards, and everything in the kitchen just exploded in one huge hell ripper. Another bounced harmlessly off the floor while one ripped up the back yard. One though, hit a man in the stomach, and eyes wide, he flew backwards, through walls and the likes until resting in a cloud of dust outside.
Nothing happened. Quiet. There was the silent patter of raindrops on the roof, and some cracks of thunder. But nothing more. And this could be no such dream, evidence was in the kitchen which was in a coat of blood red. He survivors raised there heads from hiding amongst the ruin of the house. The peasent from before walked cautiousl outside, arms raised and feeling. And his heart seemed to stop. There was the beat of hooves upon ground and neighing of horses as this dound drew nearer. And from the deadly mist of the farmland erupted a French Hussar bearing down upon this poor farmer, and the sword cleaved not only the man in two, but his family and farm.
And so with that, the French mission in Baden had started.
Napoleons First Mistake.
Alexander I of Russia sat at a finely decorated table near a roaring fire, as a bone chilling Russian breez swept through some open doors. There was a tip tap of shoes on tiles and two figures appeared at the end of a long, high ceilinging hall. Alexander watched these two people approach until their shape was disfuigureable. It was a servant and his war minister Nikolay Rumyantsev. The servant elegantly shut the long doors and his footsteps retreated.
“My Tsar, I have news of which you may want to hear.” Reported Nikolay.
“Go on, but I have a deep suspicion it is to do with the situation in Europe.” Replied the Tsar, watching Nikolay. The minister nodded.
“It is indeed sire. Britain has seen fit to declare war on France, again.” He added the again part, as peace had barely garce Europe for ten years. The Tsar sighed,
“By god man, another war? Has can britain, no, France sustain this? And what was Britain thinking? It already has been severely wasted, even with The Nile and Trafalgar.” He gazed out the window.
“It was self inflicted sir, the French brought it upon themselves, if you permit me say.”
“And how do you suppose that?” Alexander asked, eyebrows raised.
“Early morning on the 14th of August, Emperor Napoleon invaded Baden.” A silence hung in the air, only to be punctured by two words.
Baden!? Some Duchy in germany or whatever? Why not Vieena!? Madrid? Berlin?” stated the Tsar.
“He captured the Duke of Enghien,sire.” The Tsar growled angirly but was cut befire he could speak. “And The French Emperor executed the man for treason.” The Tsar stood angirly, eyes flashing.
‘This shall not stand!” he roared, “I want the whole bloody army ready Nikolay! I shall invade hat frogs lands myself by damned, and f Francis or Pitt don’t join me, so be it!!” he roared, storming from the room. Nikolay sighed, the tsar heard othing of Britains and Swedens alliance and Austria declaring war. Now Russia had drawn its straw.
But it was still Napoleons mistake.
Sorry for those expecting the Battle in this first part, but it was to massive for me to complete for now. I need to add things and time to write it up. I want this one to be better then my Waterloo AAR. Hope you liked the First Part, there shall be a second part and then (If it permits) and third part telling of the days after Austerlitz.