The Battle for Harmony Mills
From your vantage point on the hill, you watch the infantry plunge forward into a storm of musketry. A group of men can be seen running around to the right, trying to flank the enemy position.
For desperate moments, the battle teeters on edge. The enemy cannons create sickening carnage among your comrades in the field.
Sheer grit cannot overcome the unfavorable circumstances—your beleaguered comrades panic and scatter. They run as fast as they can towards the rear.
The flanking party retreats, too. It was a good idea, but too many things had already gone wrong. A great cheer erupts from across the field.
A messenger gallops towards you, drawing rein and skidding to a halt so close that your knees touch. He snaps a salute.
“Fall back, Captain, and quickly! This is a calamity of the highest order!”