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  • Steady as she goes! The Badgers will stay where they are, never mind these Yankees closing in on us. Major Holden will give it few more minutes of slacked rifle fire as these bastards advance toward us slowly. We must not allow the Yankee sharpshooters any breathing room. As soon Holden feels it's time to let all rifles loose a deadly volley of accurate rifle fire, all at once! When this is done, Holden will order his men to ready their pistols and sabers as soon the sharpshooters reach within 50-100 yards of the Badgers.

    The Badgers must do all they can do keep Yankee sharpshooters focused on us, not on our comrades to our left.

    May the Badgers live up to its name -- badgering the enemy into ground!

    Death to Yankees!
    Major James Holden, Georgia Badgers Militia of Rainbow Regiment, American Civil War

    "Aim small, miss small."

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    • September 17th, 0820hrs

      Gardner's Battery fires again, finally appearing to finish off one of the remaining batteries opposing them. The supporting battery fires, and a barrel bursts, injuring a number of men, in addition to leaving Major Gardner with 6 serviceable rifles under his command at the moment from a start of 9 guns. Union fire from the new arrivals misses wide, but the skilled officer can tell that he's being bracketed and the accuracy will pick up if they're given time. His next salvo falls amongst a battery, rending more men asunder, and the Union answering volley gets ever closer to impacting his battery. Finally he's able to tell that he's firing on likely two uniform batteries of ordnance rifles from the sound and precision of their shells. Meanwhile, along the road, Union Cavalry appear to keep encroaching closer and closer to the South, which Major Gardner calmly notes. (Gardner's Battery is now Legendary, and can choose Rate of Fire or Accuracy to be permanently buffed so long as they remain Legendary....note it in updated orders).

      The Badgers continue to fire, with more and more effect as Sharpshooters make an attempt to rise up and advance in support of their comrades. But after taking more casualties, they take to ground once more. Their own fire is roundly ineffective by appearance. While the Sharpshooters won't advance, equally will they not retreat, despite the casualties.

      Bird has his own problems as his Green Jackets take on two regiments of the Eastern Iron Brigade. Firing rapidly over the lip of the sunken road, the lead lashes back and forth as the highly experienced Green Jackets are able to maintain a rate of fire not far behind that of both enemy regiments. Men continue to slump back down into the road to be pulled back out of the way by NCOs, but their fire is having a greater effect on the Iron Brigade out in the open. A question must be nagging at Bird's mind....why haven't they charged yet.....

      Further along the Road, Richter continues to fire as quickly as his men can swab and ram in new canisters. Their own adversary, however, does charge, and many of them are able to rush inside the spread of the shot, or lay flat and avoid being struck. Thus the battle suddenly becomes one much closer, and Richter's men grab their new carbines and open up, managing to startle the approaching Yankees with the volume of fire, and stall their charge a few yards from the road. They empty their pistols into the formation, take a volley in return, and start a desultory exchange of musketry at what old sailors would call 'pistol shot' range, men falling on both sides. More pistols shots are fired, but the Unionists stand firm, despite their line looking very ragged indeed compared to the regiment that marched onto this field.

      Meanwhile, Major Finch has his own problems. His men are letting the Yankees have it, certainly, but having to angle from their original position to avoid being flanked meant that part of his line is exposed, and his fire is nowhere near as effective at driving off these crack troops as he hoped it would be. He loses a number of casualties in short order before the men start hunkering down of their own accord, and while his rate of fire goes down, it seems to be just as effective. Bullets snap past his head as he checks his line and peers at the Yankee regiment, willing them to break.

      In the North, sheer pandemonium still reins Supreme. Colonel Bates knows why his Irregulars aren't made for this, as his small unit of skirmishing specialists goes hammer and tongs at a Union Regiment. Only the fact that the downright Cheerful Tigers are on his Left keeps his unit from being overrun, Major Leroy prominently stabbing and cursing at the damned Yankees in the front of the battle. The Orleans Blues are definitely seeing the elephant, and while holding, they've taken a third of their command in losses. Colonel Bates manages to avoid being skewered, but Captain Freeman isn't quite as lucky, gaining his second wound in nigh as many minutes when a rifle butt smashes into his shoulder, numbing it and causing him to drop his pistol.

      Major Pruitt is ready, and for a second time today has an opportunity to use all of Rainbow's Cavalry as one. Through a brilliant show of horseman ship and reckless luck, the riders plunge down into the sunken road and then back up the other side at a gallop. Riding right into the first bluecoats, the Tar Heels break up and scatter the disorganized flanking unit. Captain Ridemaster leads the Saddle Blazers with a whoop and a shout of "For Sennef!" into the flank of the first regiment they see. Pruitt has broken in, the only question now is where he will land his own hammer next....he can see a mounted party nearby, but the Saddle Blazers are caught up in a melee against a superior number of infantry.
      Tacitos, Satrap of Kyrene

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      • Meanwhile, Major Finch has his own problems. (...) he checks his line and peers at the Yankee regiment, willing them to break.
        Nothing much to add, Finch will be on his left, feeding men from his third line into shooting positions to replace the fallen, helping dead and wounded move to the rear.
        High Admiral Snowy, Commander In Chief of the Naval Forces of The Phoenix Confederation.

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        • Major Pruitt leads the Tarheels for the mounted party nearby. We will scatter them and fall back to help the Saddle Blazers.

          Major Pruitt Tarheel Cavalry
          Pruitt, you are truly an expert! Kelt06

          Have you been struck by the jawbone of an ASS lately?

          by Khepesh "This is the logic of Pruitt"

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            The Tigers get into position just in time as the Yankees begin their charge. Maj Leroy is actually quite impressed that they are taking such initiative and is glad, as well as his men to finally get the opportunity to sink bayonet and cutlass into flesh. We're good with rifles but even better with blades! Long has it been since the Tigers been able to sink teeth into sinew and the scent of blood drives the Tigers into a bloodthirst craze, his men hacking and stabbing brutally into blue coats! I am up there with my men as well, putting the years of practice with a bayonet as an infantryman and a saber as a cavalryman to good use, but alas, my lack of youthful dexterity shows and I get wounded again. However, I know that the fighting is too intense to retire and don't show the pain the wound is causing so that my men don't falter, although I know they would fight without me with just as much fervor. In fact, I sense that my death would only cause them to go on a revenge spree, risking their lives just to make sure the other regiment's commander was paid the same fate. All the while I keep an eye on the line, sending runners to my captains to shift their companies left, right or center as needed. We can fight encircled but we must hang on for as long as possible for the success of Rainbow and for the South!

            Major Leroy, Tiger Battalion
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            • Dodging yet another bayonet and stabbing the man who nearly got him, one of his NCOs pulls him behind him and takes his position.

              "We can't hold long!" He says while blocking another attempt at taking Colonel Bates live.

              Colonel Bates knows this far too well. His Irregulars are not made for combat like this.

              "Gather any NCO or Officer you find and start pulling the men on our right towards the Tigers. We need to group up."

              Bates looks around and sees his Captain nursing a wounded arm. With few quick steps Bates reaches him.

              "Reform the men on our rear and start firing on the assaulting Yanks."

              From Devastation - Knights Twilight Warhammer 40,000 Quest
              Rear Admiral Sander Van der Zee, Commander of Dutch Far East Theatre
              "There is never enough firepower!"

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              • Captain Freeman contemplates the options. To fall back, hold the line or push harder in hopes of breaking the enemy. Falling back seems an impossibility, unable to move his left hand there is no way to show the remaining command which way to move. The right hand is too busy hacking, slashing and parrying to offer aid in this predicament. To hold, then, would surely only invite further wounds and casualties. To push even harder is the only option, even if it comes with great risk.

                Whatever willpower, powder and charge remains in the unit is to be used for a last push, hopefully allowing us help the cavalry break the enemy in quick action. If we are unable to break the enemy order a quick retreat and reform at the hill.
                Wisdom is personal

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                • Major Bird (He heard rumors of a promotion, but it has not quite set in his mind yet) is standing on an ammo box to better observe the enemy, through the smoke in front on his Green Jackets position in the sunken road. He is wondering why the enemy stopped...The Green Jackets is exchanging fire from a protected position against two Yankee units and doing quite well...But something is missing! Why is the enemy not charging? He can only conclude that the enemy brigade in front of them is acting as an anvil, and somewhere the Yankee general is about to unleash his hammer against Rainbow...Hopefully the designated Rainbow Reserve unit will be able to handle any Yankee surprises....Looking behind, he starts worrying...Maj Bird does not see any Rainbow unit in position to act as a Reserve...Perhaps they are already reacting to the Yankee hammer move.

                  The Green Jackets continue to hold their positions and deliver fire against the enemy.

                  OOC: Well, here I am dealing with RL, thinking the game stopped and ended up somewhere in the cyberspace attic. I come back and find the GJ heavily engaged and Bird holding a brevet promotion to Lieutenant-Colonel!!!! And General Sennef is no longer with us! (Hopefully only a flesh wound through the head!)

                  This is a quick note to mention that RL is going to keep me quite busy for a bit (at least a week and possibly two) I will monitor the game, when I have a minute of two, but won't be able to be very active.

                  I note that K. is back in other threads. I would suggest that he should be approached and have the North Carolina Grenadier Guards show up on the field as Rainbow's Reserve at this point....

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                  • Major Leroy sends a runner to Capt. Von Trapp at Company A on his right to send some men to make contact with Colonel Bates and guide his men to ours.
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                    • September 17th, 0840hrs

                      Major Gardner's battery continues to duel with their opposite number, even as he wonders aloud when the string of batteries that keep arriving will finally stop. It seems that he's already destroyed two batteries and severely mauled a third, and yet there's still one relatively fresh battery still there to oppose him in addition to the remnants of the third. Meanwhile, his own men are exhausted from the constant fire, and the heat of his guns has them pouring water on them lest they risk them bursting or detonating a shell inside the tube. And firing another volley that fear is realized, as another Parrot bursts, spraying hot metal through the gun crew, and a chunk of iron striking Gardner in the leg, breaking it. Staggering on one knee, he peers through the pain to see that at least the volley struck home and inflicted yet more carnage on the Yanks bloody hill. Return fire is light and nothing seriously endangers his battery, it would seem that only a couple of Yankee guns continue to fire.

                      Meanwhile, the battle still rages up and down the sunken road. Holden's Badgers fight on the Right is a pure stalemate, with both sets of skirmishers down to taking potshots at one another as heads pop up and down quickly. A couple of cavalry companies take advantage of the stalemate to complete their ride, getting to the sunken road and near the base of the hill.

                      Major Bird, from atop his box, surveys his pseudo-unequal battle, his Green Jackets facing off against two crack regiments, but doing so from a far better position. Still, casualties begin to mount as lead lashes the ranks back and forth. While he cannot see it, the cacophony of musketry from his left does signal than indeed this attack is merely meant to hold him in place long enough for Rainbow to be destroyed.....

                      Finch and Richter both fight like men possessed, both doing their duty to protect the guns as the battle is too close and too hot for men to man them anymore. To Richter's front, his 40 remaining gunners are all against the side of the road, firing pistol and carbine as fast as they can load them in a desperate bid to keep the 24th New York out. To their credit, while they cannot drive them off, the 24th is all down on their knees or prone, and no one is advancing. Things look a bit bleaker for Finch, as gaps start appearing in his ranks from the fire, though they're equally ravaging the 22nd, and the 22nd drops packs and makes for the grove with a shout and a rush. They take a point blank volley from Finch's whole line as the two come together in melee in the scattered trees, fighting over the crude timber and pack wall. The impetus is out of the Yanks, however, and after a couple of moments they finally break for the rear, though the respite is short lived as their departure opens a lane for the brass Napoleons, which send a volley of shells screaming over Finch's head.

                      On the Confederate Right, the brutality of this war is laid bare as men hack, bash, and thrust at one another. Bates and his Irregulars manage to link up with the Tigers. The battle almost appears to be even, except for the very direct personal leadership of Major Leroy (Jenkins), who appears almost demonic, covered in blood, his coat in tatters, leading the attack straight into the heart of the Yankee regiment. The result is useful if not spectacular, and by ones and twos and then finally by companies, the regiment breaks off and clambers out of the sunken road, heading to the rear.

                      Major Pruitt spies what can only be a Brigade commander and cannot help himself, sounding the charge once more and sending his winded troopers at them. His pistol shots manage to drop a few of the officers, but a number of them put spurs to horse and gallop away to the relative safety of the regiment reforming by the battery. Without hesitation he sends them wheeling into the Yankee regiment, most of his troopers emptying the last of their revolvers as they make to quickly load their carbines or use their firearms as clubs, horses rearing in the melee against bayonet-armed men. The Saddle Blazers continue to slash with their sabers, though once halted cavalry become extremely vulnerable and a number of the brightly clad troopers are unhorsed or killed. The pressure should have broken them, but the Yankees are locked, nearly back to back, between the riders and refuse to flee.

                      Captain Freeman's Blues are also holding, with the help of a company of Tigers, and what had been a stiff charge is now starting to turn into a brawl of exhausted men, Yankees unwilling or unable to get out of the road and the Blues equally and stubbornly holding their half of the road. Some of the men have break enough to fire their muskets, while others have devolved into fisticuffs with their counterparts.

                      Major Gardner, getting helped to sit on an ammo chest, sees the Blue-clad horsemen only a few hundred yards away now, and with not the first rifleman between them. A rider comes up, wearing a cardinal red coat, with tight fitting blue trousers, or are those hose he bespies? The big man on the bay salutes Gardner and says "Dashwood's cavalry at your service. We were told the brigade here might find some use for us?" Looking over his shoulder, Gardner sees a column of equally big men on big horses, sabers rattling in their scabbards. (OOC: Dashy is now on the field)

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                      Tacitos, Satrap of Kyrene

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                      • The Tarheels are going to have to retreat and reload their pistols. We are riding a Tiger and have to get off without getting eaten!

                        Major Pruitt, Tarheel Legion Cavalry










                        Pruitt, you are truly an expert! Kelt06

                        Have you been struck by the jawbone of an ASS lately?

                        by Khepesh "This is the logic of Pruitt"

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                        • The impetus is out of the Yanks, however, and after a couple of moments they finally break for the rear, though the respite is short lived as their departure opens a lane for the brass Napoleons, which send a volley of shells screaming over Finch's head.
                          "Bloody hell - " Finch keeps his head down peering through a gap in the barricade to estimate the approach of the next attack, hoping his men do the same.
                          High Admiral Snowy, Commander In Chief of the Naval Forces of The Phoenix Confederation.

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                          • Freeman, caught in the battle, has no other option but keep on fighting.
                            Wisdom is personal

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                            • As Major Holden pops his head above the ground, he saw two cavalry regiments able to take advantage of the shootout by advancing unhindered to the sunken road. "Oh boy," Holden swore under his breath. Now the danger of seeing the Rainbow's right flank overturned just got bigger, Holden is now forced to make some tough decisions.

                              Holden realizes that he can't afford to abandon the shootout with Yankee sharpshooters, but at the same time, he can't ignore the threat from cavalry regiments. Holden was almost tempted to call for retreat, but again, he could not bring himself to do that as it would mean abandoning his comrades to his left, endangering the Rainbow's right flank. So to that end, Holden issues the following orders:

                              1.) Take some men to order a weak picket line at right angle on the Badgers' right flank to watch out what cavalry regiments are doing at the moment. They will act more like a warning force that lets the Badgers avoid being surprised by the flanking or rear attacks by enemy cavalry. This small warning force will open fire on cavalry officers if they're spotted.

                              2.) Order all men to increase the rate of rifle fire, abandon the pretense of lulling enemy sharpshooters into a false sense of confidence.

                              3.) Send a runner to Green Jackets warning that enemy cavalry is now prowling on our right flank and is in danger of overturning our flank.

                              Holden hopes that somebody will spot these enemy cavalry and take care of the problem. For now, all he can do is to stand firm and continue fixing the attention of Yankee sharpshooters lest they open fire on Green Jackets and collapse the line on its right flank, thereby dashing the Rainbow's hope of holding out under intense pressure by Yankees closing in on them.
                              Last edited by Cheetah772; 29 Jun 18, 17:23.
                              Major James Holden, Georgia Badgers Militia of Rainbow Regiment, American Civil War

                              "Aim small, miss small."

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                              • As the column of strangely dressed cavalry crests the hill and sees the dispositions before them a large chap with very impressive facial hair brandishes a sabre at the advancing Union Cavalry,

                                "Bigawd! I can see the dastard! TALLY HO lads!."

                                Dashwoods Cavalry will form up and charge the nearest formation of union cavalry.
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