A heavy boot crushed down on the spring bloom... The vast poppy fields of Flanders spread out before the marching army... Soon the poppies would be devestated by twelve thousand boots, hooves and wheels...
The French Army marched... Would Burgandy survive the Spring...
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Chatillon was occupied without a fight... Many men and materials were moved through during the night... Fifteen thousand French were marching towards Dijon... Towards a wayward child that needed to be punished...













