OOC: Great job on the maps, Yugo.
Hellenic-Yugoslavian BorderGeneral Trawn wiped off the lenses of his binoculars and peered over the border.
Damn, he mouthed,
they must have seen us. He handed the lenses to a servant. "Major!" He called, and another man on a horse rode up. "Yes sir?" Trawn pointed at the Yugoslavian troops, who were milling around. "They've spotted us. We've lost the element of surprise. I want you to take your division to the top of that hill," He gestured toward a hill just on the other side of the border, "And I want you to attack them as soon as you see Imperial muskets fire." The aging major nodded and rode off, issuing orders to his men, who doubletimed after him.
He ordered one of his colonels to take command of the thirty units of line infantry in the treeline, then he rode back to the artillery himself. He found them unlimbering and stacking the steel shot. "Oy!" he called to the lead cannoneer, denoted by a bright red cap. "I need these guns oriented at Forty-Seven degrees west-northwest and ranged for 700 meters!" The lead cannoneer nodded and started yelling at the crews in heavily-accented greek. Trawn fetched his lenses from his servant and gathered up his mirror. He focused on the hill where Major Nendarev would be. When he spotted the wise commander, the man was looking back at him through the lenses. He used to mirror to send a messege through morse-code:
Plan change. Go on cannons. Nendarev flashed back,
of course. Trawn reflected to himself how intelligent a man Nendarev was, then signaled for the twelve-pounders to fire as soon as they were loaded.
Random Hill in Yugoslav TerritoryMajor Nendarev watched as the cannons were re-adjusted for range. Then as the men who were as ants at this range began to load them.
Not long now. he thought. He hissed orders to his men. "When those cannons fire, I want the left to advance, and I want the units of Wind Yagers on that hill, firing down on the Slavs!" The officers vocalized "Yessir!" almost in unison, and ran off to take command of their units.
Boom. Boom. Boom. The cannons had started firing. Nendarev watched the first dozen or so shots hit near the Yugoslavian positions, then he ordered the attack. "Advance, soldiers of the Empire! Make the Emperor proud!" He rallied his cavalry for a rear attack. The forest erupted with voices as the Imperial troops commenced the attack. It was these men's first taste of battle, and for many, it would be their last.

EDIT: OOC: Voltronica, it is sort of godmodding to take three countries in one post. I'll let it slide this time, but no more taking nations without giving someone some time to react.
Also, every third post or so, try to include a picture. Just to spice it up. Not EVERY SINGLE POST needs a picture. So try not the get the thread locked for picture spam. Just every third post of YOURS. Example: The third time I post AFTER this one, i'll add another picture. Got it? Good. Let's musket some asses!