A Prussian in a Strange Land

"Men Form up and Prepare to charge!" said the Totenkopf officer, Franz and the rest of the hussars drew their swords in preparation for a charge. It was Midday and Franz was about to do battle with the Napoleons forces. He looked off in the distance,the French had charged the Prussian Ranks, and the Prussians were beginning to waver. "Men We have to help our  Kamerads, try and hold the French off long enough for the Landwehr to fall back." the Officer said looking back to his men, "Now forward marsch!" he ordered said beginning to walk forward as the hussars followed. Franz looked onward to the ongoing fight as the French devastated the Prussian Landwehr.

"Forward double time!" ordered the officer speeding up. The rest of the hussars sped up with him raising their sword ready to charge as they neared the french lines. They let out a loud battle cry as they hit hard into the French line. The French were devistated by the Hussars charge and were easily routed. The Hussars followed them cutting down the running cowards, Franz himself cut down ten in just a few seconds. The hussars pursued not knowing that the French Artillery was about to fire in on their position.

"Il y a feu de tête de la mort à volonté!" ordered the French artillery officer, and the cannons opened up imediatly after Franz swung his sabre cutting down another French soldier, He froze when he heard the sound of cannons off in the distance. Around him the rest of the Death's head had stopped too and were beginning to turn around when the cannons projectiles hit all around him. he truned his horse around and tried to get out of the bombardment but it was to no avail when a shrapnel shot had exploded above him and made his horse fall to the ground bringing him down with him. He dropped his sword as he held the shrapnel wounds on his shoulders and tried to pull himself out from under his dying horse. the cannon fire continued to explode around him.

He stopped everything he was doing and looked up to the sky when he heard a very weird cannon shot."What in the Hell was that!?" he said still looking to the sky, then he spotted an unusual cannon chot heading towards his position. It was a normal cannon ball but seemed to be hallow and have a white smoke following it, Franz knew what this was it was Quicklime. Franz tried even more despiratly to pull himself out. The shots exploded around him releasing the deadly gas.

Franz knew there was no sure way to avoid it so he reached down to his saddle tore of a peace of cloth and held it to his face over his mouth. The smoke flowed passed him, it affected his horse to terrible effect, His horse struggled and kicked and wined as it choked on the deadly smoke. He looked down at the horse , which he had had sinced he first joined up with the Death's Head hussars and he felt sadness for it. He continued to breath in through the sloth but enough of the smoke was begining to get to him, he started feeling disorented and eventually blacked out.