After looking el Comandante in the eyes, Marc figured Barón was not known as a creative strategist. Such a mind would not have announced their presence the night prior. I’d light decoy fires using a handful of men…
The first to exit the treeline were the soldiers, with muskets in hand, and bayonets affixed. They marched out neatly in line, remained in step until the soft ground from the morning rain bogged them down.
Marc admired the determination of both the soldiers and those who kept them in line. Even when one stumbled, the others would pull them up so they never missed a step. Their drummer boy was something else… That terrain has no effect on him.
Disclaimer: This excerpt from Man of War is currently in development. There may be typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth.
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