Part 6 - Infantry
The Battle for Harmony Mills
Dead and wounded men are scattered across the battlefield. Some cling to fence rails or trees for support. Others, oblivious to all of the smoke and shooting, crawl painfully towards the rear.
You hear whooping and shouting and look to your left. Your cavalry comrades are charging the enemy guns! The artillerymen fire their last shots and lash the guns into their carriages, retreating at breakneck speed into the trees before redeploying behind their infantry.
The enemy infantrymen are in the trees, too. You see flame spurt from the muzzle of a musket, hear the ripping boom of the shot, and then feel the air around you swish and crack as the bullet flies past your head.
Your men return the fire and you are soon enveloped in a thick cloud of gun smoke. It’s almost impossible to see across the field now. Only red-orange flashes through the haze give you an idea of the enemy’s position. It is time to attack.
“Colonel, colonel,” Major Jake Lang is at your side. Blood soaks his sleeve, but he waves away any concern. “We can flank them. I can lead some men around to the right and attack them from the side and rear. Might surprise ‘em and force ‘em to retreat.”