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Post by cerdigon on Jul 28, 2017 17:55:25 GMT
Battle of the Wushan Plains
The Wushan Plains stretched out like an ocean of green. The march to the old Imperial capital had been long and slow, over difficult terrain. The Wushan Plains represented the only place where both armies could deploy for a massive set piece battle. Prince Mao Bi's army was hardly an insignificant force. The sacrifice of Can Trang and the frontier had meant that the Prince had been carefully gathered all of his forces to oppose the enemy. There would be no reinforcements for either army today. Mai Bao's pleas to his Dyordist neighbors had fallen on deaf ears and the famed Mogui Warg cavalry that had been dispatched to ravage the countryside was largely absent, unable to return in time for the cataclysmic action. The Mogui outnumbered Firouzian forces but only just. In the distance, the Mogui could hear the distant trumpets cry of elephants. Emerging on the horizon like small mountains with ranks of enemy infantry lapping at their heels. Each monster carried a small tower studded with archers and musketeers that could rain down an avalanche of death to cut enemy formations to pieces. The sheer size of the beasts was enough to plant the seed of fear in each man's heart. Yet, the Mogui were soldiers through and through, conquerors, and they had not come this far to fail here. Banners flapping in the wind, the Generals began to deploy. -- SEE PM for War Form. |
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Post by cerdigon on Aug 8, 2017 22:13:17 GMT
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The elephants lay like fallen mountains, men and wargs crushed beneath them to bloody pulp. The Firouzian had an advanced on the bannerman aggressively, hoping to use their fearsome elephants to punch a hole in the Mogui line. Prince Mai Bao had not anticipated the sheer amount of fire that would devastate his troops as he moved to strike first. Elite units of matchlocks sent volleys of fire into the advancing waves, carving bloody read swathes. Yet the Firouzian's kept coming, trampling their wounded, even as Mogui firepower sent elephants scampering in panic as rockets landed among them. Blinded by explosion, flame, and shrapnel the elephants barreled forward enraged or turn upon their own infantry. Only the spikes slammed into the base of their spines stopping their onslaught. Yet the Mogui would not have everything their own way. Fireballs incinerated riflemen by the hundreds, turning them to little more than ash to be swept away under the advance of the Firouzian heavy infantry. Despite their heavy firepower the Mogui were still outnumbered, in the center, the heavy infantry sent the matchlock regiments scattering, their power hand to hand armaments little match for the Firouzian nobleman. It was only the intervention with of the powerful Warg cavalry that was held in reserve that turned the tide. Prince Mai Bao was last seen with his personal guard, a massive warg bearing down with him. The fall of the Prince's banner sparked a mass panic among the ranks, individual commanders becoming unsure whether to continue the advance or fall back. The hammering of rockets into the rear ranks did little to quell the panic and before long the battle broke in the favor of the Mogui. The aftermath had left the Mogui army exhausted and bloodied, with several thousand men dead or wounded. The death of Prince Mai Bao had crushed the core of the Firouzian resistance and left Mogui in possession of the field. Yet significant resistance remained to their presence and two Prince's had escaped the Wushan Plains to continue the resistance from the neighboring Dyordorist kingdoms of Damgh. -- See Grand Campaign thread for effects and events. [Note, for the purposes of forum health, this battle has been accelerated dramatically. This will be the exception not the rule for future events. ] |
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