Streets of Kanton
Kanton City-Province, Furby Island
Morning, 22-1-1845
It has been eighteen days since Corporal Howard Kraaijenzang first arrived to the city of Kanton, and eleven days since he fought a skirmish against natives attempting to enter the city. Besides the raid, the other seventeen days were uneventful. Patrolling the city, now marching beside other randomly chosen soldiers since the raid, carefully watching the jungle to make sure natives do not begin attacking, and listening for gunshots from other soldiers, which meant that there was an attack. It was easy to get bored on guard duty, marching along the same short border of the city. But as Kraaijenzang marched, he thought about the raid eleven days ago. The night after the raid, Borthwell praised his men and their actions actions, after hearing what happened. He said the response to the raid and all actions taken by the soldiers were perfect. But did the soldiers really do everything perfectly? Especially the bayonet charge in the end of the raid, which was Kraaijenzang’s idea. Ywo soldiers were wounded because of the charge.
Kraaijenzang wondered, should he have done the charge, while risking his life without thinking about due to the heat of the moment? Could the two wounds inflicted on the two soldiers have been avoided entirely had the charge not happened. Was it even his fault for beginning the charge, or the other soldiers’ faults for joining? But it was far too late to undo anything. The three soldiers were already wounded, and taken to the hospital. They probably recovered by now, and are probably marching somewhere else in this city. While thinking about this, Kraaijenzang continued marching. He held his musket before him, as instructed. The musket is loaded, with a bayonet fixed to the end. Any natives that attack from the jungle can be shot at immediately. Quick response times are necessary, for the natives can make plenty of shots while the Furbish still load their muskets. Kraaijenzang thought about what the soldier marching beside him was thinking. But as he had that thought, his boot made another thump against the cobblestone road, and simultaneously a gunshot was heard.
Beside Kraaijenzang, Lance Corporal Douglas Keiler was marching, thinking about the raid he fought in just six days earlier. Only six days. It has been almost a week, but the events were still fresh in Keiler’s mind. At first, on that morning, several natives popped out of the jungle, all at once, weapons in hand, ready to fight. Some of them started flinging arrows, while others jumped down into the trenches. Keiler and the other soldiers he marched with fired back at the archers. While the archers were being dealt with, several natives were attempting to enter Kanton by climbing over the trench that surrounded the city. Several climbed past by the time most of the archers were gone. Thinking quickly, Keiler lead an attack with his saber, cutting down several natives. Other soldiers joined him, all putting away their muskets and pulling out sabers. The natives retreated back over the trench and into the jungle. The raid was very short, only lasting a few minutes, but to the soldiers on the field, it felt like hours. Keiler thought about this attack often for the past six days.
Borthwell was soon informed of everything that happened, and again praised his soldiers’ actions, saying nothing they did could have been better, similar to what he said to the raid five days earlier. But this also drew some doubts among the soldiers who fought in it, all except Keiler. He knew the soldiers getting wounded was unavoidable. Also, the natives did want melee combat. Keiler was not sure if they really did, but if they were right next to the soldiers, they were going to get a taste of the weapons the soldiers used at this range. And sabers did not take a long time to reload, unlike muskets. Keiler was trained well on what to do, and in the heat of the moment, he swiftly dealt with the raid. But now, six days later, Keiler hoped to never repeat what had happened. He was at a life threatening situation. It was more likely that he would have messed up somewhere, than dealing with the raid perfectly. He hoped this would be his last engagement. But he was wrong. He knew this when out of the blue, he heard a gunshot.
Both men did not waste any time, and began rushing towards the direction the gunshot came from. It was behind them, so they turned around and then ran forward. Keiler and Kraaijenzang saw a small group of soldiers who just fired their muskets at a crowd of natives in the jungle, who just appeared and are ready to attack the city. The crowd, numbering nearly two dozen strong, all walked into the trenches. They began climbing out, into the city. And also ready to throw spears at the Furbish soldiers before them. Farther along the trench and the road, there was another crowd of natives, which looked to be about the same number, also climbing out the trench into the city. But both groups were about a hundred meters apart, and had soldiers firing at them. Kraaijenzang and Keiler both knew their muskets could shoot from the distance they currently stood at, but muskets were very inaccurate. It was best to get a little closer to the natives before firing a shot at them. Both men continued moving forward.
Kraaijenzang and Keiler were now only a few dozen meters from the natives. Kraaijenzang stopped, and fired his musket into the trench. Keiler stopped a few meters ahead, and fired. Both shots hit the natives in trenches. Kraaijenzang shot one native in the side of the head, who died instantly. Keiler’s shot hit another native just before one from another soldier. It was unclear who hit where, and who made that kill, but there were now two bullet holes in his chest, and he was also dead. More soldiers arrived to the scene, each firing a shot at the natives, then retreating to reload. But despite all the musket balls fired at them, the natives persisted. They still attempted to climb out of the trench, and seemed to want to jab spears straight into the Furbish soldiers, despite how hopeless their situation now is. They were getting shot at by many soldiers, with numbers similar to what the natives had. And this time, they did not have archers behind them to provide support, just natives climbing out of the trench.
While they continued climbing, Kraaijenzang finished reloading his musket, then fired his second shot into the trench, but missed this shot. Keiler fired soon after, hitting another native, this time in the shoulder. Keiler and Kraaijenzang began reloading their muskets again. While they were reloading, two natives escaped the trenches. They tried running towards the soldiers, but it did not take long for a soldier to stab both of them with his bayonet. That soldier turned his musket back towards the trenches after bayoneting both natives. Another seemed close to climbing out, and he was shot. The rest of the natives lost hope by this point, and attempted to retreat back into the jungle. They fell back from the side of the trench near the city, and began climbing the other side, back into the jungle. The soldiers still fired at the fleeing natives. Kraaijenzang got another shot at the fleeing natives. His musket ball hit one in the back, and he fell back into the trench. Keiler fired his musket, killing another retreating native. After the natives were all gone, Kraaijenzang and Keiler stayed, then continued along their paths. The raid was dealt with again. Both men, who each participated in one of the last two raids, knew how poorly executed this one was, and hoped the natives would remain as incompetent as they were this time.
About a hundred meters away from the scene, a similar situation unfolded. The second group of natives appeared from the jungle at the same time as the first, but a short distance away. This did not split the soldiers thinly as planned, for enough arrived at the sight to deal with both groups. The soldiers also did not think about which side to deal with, just ran to one and fired. Major Borthwell would later call this the first mistake, splitting both groups instead of concentrating the force. The second, was the lack of archers. There were less casualties than the last raid, despite the larger numbers, simply because the natives chose to send all to the trenches, and none who fired arrows from behind to provide coverage. The second group of natives were dealt with the same way as the first group, shot at until they realized the hopelessness of the situation, and retreated. The raid ultimately was planned worse than the previous two, resulting in more native and less Furbish casualties. But they learned from mistakes, and Borthwell expected the next raid to be executed better.