General Wolfgang Ewald Hoth
Straßburg, Elsaß-Lothringen
"The battle looks hopeful. We just need to WatchKit of the southern line, the artillery seems to be cnsintrayed heavily there. They might try to break through and capture Mülhausen. They'd then be is position to move east while we scramble to formulate a counter. I'd suggested we deploy the Reinforcements now to sure ourselves up, if our right flank is weak our maneuver will never work." I told the Kaiser as we stood in the war room here in Straßburg, the king looked worried, his original battle plan had fallen to the forces of the French army, an army he feels should have been shipped off the map.
"I think out maneuvering them is our best hope for a quick victory. Where do our reinforcements lay?" The Kaiser asked calmly.
"We've got four 2,000 man bridges here in Straßburg, and two more as auxiliary Karlsruhe." I told him try to keep it short and compact.
"Alright. How many are light infantry?"
"Two, one is Straßburg the other in Karlsruhe"
"I want the light infantry to swoop around the north of our forces in Metz and attempt to assault the French lines from behind."
"Alright, will see what we're able to do."
Sergeant Erwin Hoffman
French Artillery Position.
The sounds of artillery filled the ear with a verbose ringing, my men and I had been using small arms and what little we had in portable artillery, horses pulled in some field guns for use while some men used these small portable Mortars, although their effectiveness was less than useful, hell we might as well thrown the damned things out. We creeped through the left flank of the hill and through the back trying to make our way up and to stop the French ability to bombard our positions. Some men armed with their Wiederholungsgewehr advanced rapidly and took turns in groups of three, one man would lead and fire what he needed to fire and then reload while those behind him took the lead only for the original leader to come back to the front after reloading. Others armed with Zündnadelgewehrs would stay further back and take shots at those who dared let there head up past a barricade.
Many of the dedicated grenadiers when they would get close would throw there grenades into the mass of artilleryman. This combination let us advance further, however the costs seemed massive, the French had redirected some of there smaller artillery pieces and used them to shocking effect on the men, many lay dead or mangled beyond recognition near craters formed by the shells, I lucky to avoid this and once we got within close range these would usually no longer be an issue. As the mass of our men approached the top of the artillery position those with long rifles attacked their bayonets or simply grabbed a knife or improvised hand weapon, some fearing he fighting to be to close for a Bayonet simply flipped the rifles upside down and planes to use the stock and bludgeoning instrument, some even used their their bayonets as hand held weapons. Those with the Henry's prepared to unleash a hellish volley upon those defending at the hill.
"Zeig ihnen unsere höllische Wut!" I said as I lead the charge into the French artillery ranks.
General Matthäus von Weizsäcker
Metz, Elsaß-Lothringen
"A rain of artillery fire from the German side had finally arrived, it pounded into the French lines on the left flank and from what I could see possible their center. It was with this I paused my movement and chose to instead keep on firing on their position with intense regularity, any Frenchman in our sights would be met with a volley of fire from the German lines.
We kept this up for a godless amount of time, the time all just mixed together to form this mass of undefined violence and savagery. However after awhile the lead hale finally stopped. It was then I called out the next move on the French positions.
"Montiere deine Bajonette! Lade ihre Linie!" I yelled to my men, and a message sent out to the periphery of command via my runner. The men as quickly as I had said had their bayonets on and were ready to charge.
In a swift wave of death we made our way to the line, assaulting their front and swarming their flanks with a combination of quick firepower and cold steel. My men impacted the French like and an orgy of gun powder smoke and the screams of the impaled commenced. The field turned red with the blood of men as they butchered each other with little indignation. The Jägers on the flank fired continuously into the French ranks as they pressed onto them. That said we were low on man power here and this would need to succeed or we'd be sent into stalemate in a hopeful scenario
General Hugo von Güstrow
Mülhausen, Elsaß-Lothringen
"Montiere deine bajonetten männer, bereite dich auf eine aufladung vor!" I yelled my men, the artillery had lessened but it still kept us from moving to the level which we wanted to. My men kept on firing consistent volleys at the French line, but the French and there damned Chesspot could counter, we'd had three men in the entrenched line get killed by accurate rifle fire to the head and several more injured.
We mounted bayonets to protect from a possible cavalry change on our position,weather that was to come couldn't be ascertained as of yet but with the amount of cavalry units we'd faced it seemed a certainty at this point. Our Jägers were hard at work maneuvering and greasing the flanks of the French position but even they could only do so much, I would be surprised if they all ended up dead if this massacre field.
I had a feeling a retreat would be needed but at what point should I call it? I wasn't willing to go just yet but if a charge did happen we'd most likely have to fall back. Although Mülhausen was only a few miles to the southeast, maybe if the Light infantry set up defenses within the city they'd be able to keep the French from actually taking it, hell they could fool them into entering a death trap from within the city. Their small arms and abilities would do perfect for the cramped spaces of a city.
"Anhurst! Ich brauche dich, um eine fallende Notiz an die leichte Infanterie zu richten, ihnen zu sagen, dass sie eine befestigte Position in Mülhausen einrichten müssen." I told my personal runner Jakob Anhurst. The young man just nodded his head and started to sprint through the shallow trench we had taken to for our defense. Now we simply waited out and held the line until they could set up such a defense at Mülhausen.
Gott führt mich
