Battle of Lesagno 20 April 1796: The Ground
Bonaparte snapped shut his eyeglass and shifted nervously in the saddle; his horse, sensing the general's impatience, pawed the ground.
'What's Augereau waiting for? Not like him to dally,' he fiddled with his riding crop.
'Wwwaiting for powder and shot, the roads are abbbominable ...' said the Chief of Staff, glancing past his chief at the distant Tarrano river.
'Well he'd better hurry, the men are all pent up...pointless attacking without a diversion though.'
There was a dull rattling sound carried by the wind and every officer who had one raised their eyeglass. Puffs, then clouds of smoke on the the other side of the river.
'Thank Gggod for that!' said Berthier.
'God? God's got nothing to do with it! Sound the advance!'
'What's Augereau waiting for? Not like him to dally,' he fiddled with his riding crop.
'Wwwaiting for powder and shot, the roads are abbbominable ...' said the Chief of Staff, glancing past his chief at the distant Tarrano river.
'Well he'd better hurry, the men are all pent up...pointless attacking without a diversion though.'
There was a dull rattling sound carried by the wind and every officer who had one raised their eyeglass. Puffs, then clouds of smoke on the the other side of the river.
'Thank Gggod for that!' said Berthier.
'God? God's got nothing to do with it! Sound the advance!'
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