Chapter 2
Of course he would survive, an army that outnumbered the enemies supported him. The thin rebel ranks could never be able to hold the pursuing Danes back. No way! That’s similar to a Celtic winning over a Norwegian in a drinking contest or something: Impossible!
As they came closer to the enemy line, the spearmen increased their speed even more and lifted their spears to charge and probably wipe out the enemies.
Both sides were supported by archers, though the Danes had more archers too, not only spearmen. On the contrary the rebels had more cavalry, but Johan’s bodyguard were stronger.
During the infantry charge, Johan already had moved on to the right Danish flank. He chose the right flank because really: The right side is “the right side”, while the left side is the one that is left when pointing out the right one.
Erik charged, even though he had a gall on his left foot. He simply had to break through the enemy line, which were one man thick, and turn around, attacking the enemy spearmen from behind. An ingenious plan!
The Danish army crashed into the German one.
As Erik had ran ahead into the German ranks, a spear pierced him. The foe removed the spear from his chest, and blood started to find it’s way out of his body. Erik fell down onto the snow. Under him and around him the snow turned into a red slush.
The other soldiers kept on fighting without noticing him, and a few Danes stepped on him with their iron shoes, but it didn’t matter.
Erik was already dead.
The rebel infantry was broken, along with several of Erik’s ribs, but still they held their ground and fought the Danes.
“Hey, you’re surrounded, idiot, why aren’t you running?” one of the Danes said to a German that had been divided from his few other living friends.
“Because I’m no coward!” the German replied.
“You don’t have to be a coward to flee from the Danes!” the Dane continued.
“No, not even cowards would do that.”
The German laughed.
“We’ll see who’s laughing when I’m done with you!” the Dane screamed, and pierced the German with his spear.
The Danes no longer had any problems with the spearmen, which was good news for Johan, who were raiding the enemy cavalry and archers with his bodyguard.
“Charge!” he screamed as his bodyguard attacked the enemies from the flank.
Markus didn’t know what to do, either flee or fight to death.
The rebels were practically broken. The infantry was wiped out, only a fourth of the archers were left, and they were pretty much out of arrows. The only thing the rebels really had left were cavalry; poor, hopeless cavalry.
Johan engaged in combat with the enemy cavalry, trying to kill them off before they realized that they were losing and fled the field. The Danish spearmen were on their way, but the other rebel horsemen charged them.
Now, one German troop of cavalry was killed, and the other one was fleeing, so Johan decided that the spearmen should wipe out the reinforcement army and his own bodyguard should take the archers that were left. It seemed like a wise decision, but it left the Danish archers undefended.
“The Danish heavy cavalry is attacking us!” a German archer, named Adolf, said.
“Well, duh,” another one, named Heinrich, replied.
“What’s that supposed to mean? I’m supposed to survive the military, and create a new ideology later in my life!” Adolf complained.
“No, you don’t, that’s another Adolf.”
“I guess it was another Heinrich that supported him, too, then.”
“No, there’s going to be.”
“What are you talking about?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Nothing.”
“Nothing?”
“Yes.”
“Nothing...”
In the meanwhile, the previously fleeing troop of German cavalry charged the undefended Danish archers.
“Well,
that,” said Johan.
“Language!” said Thor, Johan’s horse.
“Why? Why should I care?” Johan replied, angry.
“Because the forums this AAR is posted on will censor it anyways, so you could just watch your mouth,” Thor continued.
“Watch your ass.”
“Actually, horses finds that sexy.”
“Yeah, right, you’ve got problems gettin’ laid, mate.”
“We don’t do it that way.”
“You should try it, it’s... relaxing.”
“Why am I discussing my sexual life with you?” Thor looked away in disgust.
“Well, who else are there to have an intelligent conversation with?”
“Touché...”
Since everyone in the single enemy army fled except Markus and his bodyguard, Johan decided to charge Markus to wipe him out and win the battle, in the meanwhile his spearmen should deal with the incoming reinforcements. Heck, they had to manage to do something on their own!
And, well, as you probably already guessed, the Danish spearmen charged the reinforcements, spearmen equal to the Danes when it comes to skill, though not as good fighters as the Danish soldiers. The rebels were outnumbered anyways.
In the meanwhile Johan charged Markus, made him flee, and hunted him a little. Just to make sure he really fled the field. Though Markus had a faster horse than Johan and his men, and got away.
“Hey, don’t blame me! You’re the one going ‘oh, we’re going to be heavy cavalry, that’ll teach them!’, it isn’t my fault,” Thor complained.
“Well, you should get a little stronger...” said Johan.
“I bet you can’t even run in your armour,” Thor replied, with the closest thing he, as a horse, could come to a grin.
“Touché...”
Anyways, back to the spearmen:
There was no doubt that the Germans would win. Except on both sides, of course.
Actually only one guy doubted the Danish victory. That was Erik Heimdalson. In addition the Danish red uniforms are much cooler than the grey and brown ones used by their enemies.
They finally managed to kill captain Milkshake, and the rest of the German army routed. Victory was secured.
Here are the results for the battle, it’s up to you to guess which one belongs to which army, Johan, Captain Milkshake the Lonely Warrior, or Markus:
Battle is over, let’s get back to the campaign map, shall we?
And here is the castle Johan captured:
And a total overview over the entire Danish kingdom at it’s current state:
Oh, right...
2b CONTINUED...
[M2TW AAR] Getting a Tan in the White Snow
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