It was late in the year 1870, in the Alsace-Lorraine countryside. There was a fair amount of silence in the field, broken only by the distant booms of artillery and the occasional gunshot. There was not much in the field's foliage, but that is what some may believe. There was a Prussian jäger sitting behind a few trees. He gazed sharply and firmly while gripping his Dreyse gun. He peered across the fields, making little sense of anything he saw, although he did detect some animals along with a few figures.

"Gahm... Sind das Franzosen...?"

With a suspicious and cautious tone, the Jäger moved among the bushes, made sure his early bolt action was loaded, and then glanced back at the vast expanse.