The men were off, finally leaving Leipzig and watching the bridge explode. Some were scared, some were indifferent, and some were desperate to lead the way. Where? Who knows. Perhaps they can even find other recruits to join their temporary alliance.

Amelle, meanwhile, was being harassed by some Prussian asshat, trying desperately to ignore them.

“.. I.. nyet.. stop giving me this.. ‘special attention’ you’re rambling about..” He muttered meekly, keeping the scarf he was given by a French man closer to his face.

It wasn’t long until another French man, clearly a sapper of the French grenadiers told the man to back off for once. .. sometimes Amelle wondered if the French were truly this kindhearted. But what was he thinking? Amelle quickly shook his head, and quickly went back to walking It was a long journey, and he doubts stalling will do any good.