Hay guys. Noticed allot of you are in to crazy novels with relations to firearms so I am doing this post. I don't think anyone here knows this yet but I am an author. Yes, my grammar sucks but that's what an editor is for. I decided to share a couple chapters with you from some of my books. In order to stay out of the "advertising" arena, I am not giving out the titles of these books. This is for pure entertainment purposes.
This is the 4th chapter to a historical novel that I wrote. It takes place during a time (1400s) that most people imagine as a pre-powder time despite well documented history and artifacts. Note that the grenades mentioned are the old fuse bomb type, not modern hand grenades. I edited a little of the violence out. Let me know if any of it is too much for the board and I'll change it. I think we're on safe ground. This is one of the more mild chapters in the story.
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The night surrounding a Franciscan monk was illuminated by torchlight. He was clad heavily in armor. He wore his silvery hair long. His face was covered with a flowing beard. He was surrounded by highly trained soldiers as they sat around a campfire. Terror filled their eyes, knowing they may soon give their lives. Their consciences were torn between wondering whether their sacrifice would ultimately serve the Heavenly Father, or the cowardly nobles who had so long oppressed them.
In spite of this fear, the atmosphere was calm. The soldiers found peace and brotherhood fighting for their Heavenly cause. Their confidence in their commanders, as well as their faith in their spiritual leadership, served to give them a sense of inner peace. They were loved for once in their lives by forces of good, and their deaths would be rewarded with Heavenly peace and joy.
The Franciscan monk was certainly a strong blessing and influence to them, having proven that all of the wonderful things that they had heard about the living legend were true. His solid faith and confidence in God and purpose was highly contagious, especially at this deadly hour.
In a tone of intensity, as if shouldering the weight of the entire army and pleading for their wellbeing, Friar Giovanni, the Franciscan monk began to pray. "Our Father, who art in Heaven, hallowed be your name. Your kingdom come. Your will be done, on Earth as it is in Heaven. Give us this day our daily bread and forgive us of our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil; for the Kingdom, and the Power, and the Glory are Yours, now and forever and ever. Amen."
July 21, 1456
"The Turks are coming!" a loud voice yelled, followed by many others.
Clad in silvery armor, Janos Hunyadi approached a rampart in the upper levels of the fortified city to observe the situation. Across the Danube River, artillery fire began to pound the city, as if the Turks meant to raise Nandorfehervar to the ground. Seeing that the artillery appeared to be focused on blowing large access holes in the walls, it became obvious to Hunyadi that the Turks were intent on sending a full-scale assault force in to wipe out his army.
"Shall we return fire?" one officer inquired.
"Yes, but only sparingly." Janos Hunyadi replied. "They are going to charge the city. I want them to think we are weak and unprepared. Focus your artillery on the enemy's artillery and only fire enough to keep them nervous. Don’t miss an opportunity to destroy any enemy cannons, but don’t do anything to let them know that we are still strong."
"Friar Giovanni?" asked Janos.
"Yes?" Friar Giovanni replied, as he approached Janos Hunyadi.
"I need your commanders to rendezvous with me right away."
"It will be done." replied Giovanni as he departed into the ramparts to search out his officers.
Meanwhile, artillery from Nandorfehervar began to fire on the Ottoman Turk artillery stations just beyond the far banks of the Danube River. The commander who had spoken with Janos earlier paced among the artillery personnel warning them that the Ottoman Turks would launch a full-scale assault that day.
As news of the all-out assault reached the ears of the soldiers, any remaining sense of peace began to fade. They found themselves engulfed in the belief that they would die in vain. They knew they would be wiped out by the massive incoming army without making a dent in their forces. However, they remained hopeful and loyal to their duties.
Meanwhile, the last of Friar Giovanni's commanders finally arrived at Hunyadi’s position.
"I want you to have your men search the city and find anything flammable that will float in water and line it up evenly at every wall adjacent to water." ordered Hunyadi. "Also, warn everyone to expect at least one-third of the assault to consist of Janissaries. They are highly skilled with both guns and blades, so they are best taken out from a distance with arrows or sharpshooters. Avoid close quarter combat with them at all cost."
Meanwhile, on the Turkish side, a bald young man with a Muslim turban entered Mehmed II's tent. He removed his turban and saluted the Sultan.
"Radu," said the young sultan. "I want you to send in a fourth of your men in two assault waves. Make sure the second half are cavalry. Do not go with them."
"Yes, Sultan," said Radu.
At Nandorfehervar, loud voices yelled, "HERE THEY COME!" Spread out formations at the Turk's side of the Danube began charging towards the river and piling into small boats.
"Focus on the incoming vessels, but do not increase your rate of fire. It is critical at this time." ordered Hunyadi.
The Turkish vessels approached at such a rapid pace that the surface of the water was nearly covered by incoming Turkish vessels. In some places, they were so packed that pontoons formed makeshift bridges between the shores of the Danube River and the entry points that had been made at the walls of Nandorfehervar.
The Turkish assault made no effort to scale the walls, but focused on entering Nandorfehervar through the openings made by their artillery. They were intent upon wreaking havoc once inside.
Janos was persistent in making sure that the soldiers at the walls were tightly protected by the incoming assault and made sure his soldiers used arrows as much as possible and used guns and swords only as a last resort.
By this time, the fighting had become unorganized enough that Janos and Giovanni, along with their officers, were only able to maintain control of smaller fighting groups. Janos insisted that Friar Giovanni stay with him for safety. However, Giovanni was insistent about being in close contact with his men. So, Janos asked him to oversee the defense of the walls at the waterways. Janos would fall back to the upper levels of Nandorfehervar to oversee the fighting and to keep that tactical stronghold from falling into Turkish hands.
As he retreated to the upper fortress, the first wave of Turkish cavalry broke through, cutting straight through Hunyadi’s and Giovanni’s troops. They advanced directly toward the upper fortress before gunfire and grenades halted their advance.
On the far side of the river, observing the damage on Nandorfehervar and the absence of artillery, Mehmed II said, "Radu?"
"Yes, Sultan?"
"Cease further advancements of your troops." Then, turning to the nearby Aga the Sultan said, "Send in the Janissaries."
Back at Nandorfehervar, Friar Giovanni, who seemed to be taking advantage of his role as a Franciscan monk, or perhaps being seen as a chaplain with no further duties, found himself summoned to the walls to observe the incoming assault. The sight before his eyes stunned him. Screaming at the top of his lungs, he yelled, "It’s the Janissaries! They are sending in the entire legion!"
Upper fortress of Belgrade, 1:00AM. July 22, 1456
Hearing this, one officer charged to Janos' position, giving him the devastating news. Janos was perhaps the only person to take this as good news and immediately moved for the walls.
By this time, the Janissaries had broken in and were cutting through Giovanni’s and Hunyadi’s troops like grass. Seeing that the defenders were attempting to engage them at distance, they attempted to merge with Janos' troops, forcing them to cease-fire or risk friendly fire.
As Janos moved towards the walls, he spread word for his troops to allow the Janissaries to push them outward making more room for the pouring in Janissary reinforcements. The invaders would be so engrossed in the perceived rout, they would be unable to see the tactical move being made against them.
Janos was able to break through the fighting in order to observe the invaders, as well as the number of troops already inside the walls. He then ordered the troops at the walls to start dropping all of the flammable refuse into the water.
Across the river, the Sultan saw that something odd was happening at the walls. Looking through his spyglass, the scene playing out before his eyes shocked him. In stunned disbelief, he knew that Janos had outmaneuvered him.
He shouted to his signalers, "Cease the attack immediately! Withdraw all of the troops! They are about to be slaughtered!"
The word spread fast and reform began to take place among marching battalions preparing to deploy but it did not reach the forces crossing the Danube fast enough. With still charging reinforcements pouring into Nandorfehervar, Janos gave the order, "Set the water aflame!"
Seconds later, torches flew over the walls, instantly igniting the water's surface beneath Nandorfehervar. The Sultan's advancing troops were engulfed in a massive series of flames. Janos then gave another glorious order to the artillery personnel at the wall. "Give them everything you have!"
The main artillery officer, overwhelmed in joy, said, "Yes my lord!"
Seconds later, all of the artillery fire that Hunyadi's troops had been suppressing, was being dumped relentlessly on the retreating Turkish army. Inside the walls, the Janissary were being massacred by unerring fire from the upper levels. As the numbers of the Janissary in the center of the fighting were being reduced, grenadiers began to move their focus on engaging Janissary with archers and sharpshooters. This strategic resource had been reserved ,in numbers, for multiple shots at the Janissary for this very occasion.
At the final stage, many of the Janissary attempted to retreat ,only to find their escape route cut-off. This left them vulnerable to Hunyadi's troops. As the last of the Janissary remaining within the walls were wiped out, the pheasant soldiers fighting them began to fall apart in agony. The battlefield was suddenly quiet.
As the silence fell over the battlefield, Janos paused for a moment. Walking about, he tried to see through the dust and gunsmoke that clouded the dark night. He came upon one of his soldiers cradling the body of a young, dead Janissary. He was covered in blood. His stomach had been sliced open by shrapnel from a grenade. The older man was in tears. A feeling of ultimate agony and despair permeated the air around the soldier. Janos was not immune to this man's obvious grief and nearly fell into tears, himself. The soldier noticed that Janos was looking at him. Making eye contact with Janos, he said, weeping, "He looks like me. I believe he is my son."
Noticing Janos' facial expression, he turned his grieving heart back to his son. Being a father himself, Janos was sharing the older soldier's agony. As he observed the battle area, he found many of his troops weeping for the Janissary, realizing that they had just massacred their own children. The Ottoman Turks had taken their sons from them years earlier, and had trained them as their elite force.
Friar Giovanni, who was now weeping in agony as well, wasted no time in offering Last Rites for the fallen on both sides. Hunyadi asked his surgeons to help care for the wounded.
Moments later, an Ottoman horn was heard from across the Danube River. Janos charged to the wall to see a white flag being held up. It was illuminated by surrounding torch fire.
Then, as Janos watched from the wall, a single soldier got into a rowboat and approached the wall. He then entered through one of the many holes made by the Sultan's artillery barrage. A minute later, Janos was approached by one of his officers, saying that a soldier wished to speak with him. Janos was assured that he was unarmed. Janos ordered him brought before him.
Bowing before Janos, the soldier said, "Lord Janos, I represent the will of the Sultan Mehmed II. He wishes to negotiate a stand-down so that we may collect our dead and bury them with our own Muslim death rites. During the agreed upon time, we will cease any and all hostilities against you and your men. This will remain so for as long as you honor it."
Janos agreed and the man returned to the Turkish side of the Danube. Moments later, Turkish soldiers poured into Nandorfehervar, but they did not conduct any hostile actions. They collected their dead and carried them back across the Danube to the Turkish side.
It was very difficult for Hunyadi's men to see their own dead children being hauled off by the enemy to be buried under foreign religion death rites. Some began to stray towards the Turkish convoy while others became inraged and had to be held back by their comrades. All in all, the defenders managed to restrain themselves and each other, and Janos was not blind to their grief.
As this was happening, the Ottomans remained in very tight formation along closely guarded routes. Their actions were carefully observed so that no assassins might infiltrate Janos' lines during the process. Once they were gone, a commander warned Janos of the plague that was in Nandorfehervar. He urged Janos and Friar Giovanni to get some rest so that their strength and health might be maintained. Both agreed and retired to heavily guarded positions for the remainder of the night.
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This is the 4th chapter to a historical novel that I wrote. It takes place during a time (1400s) that most people imagine as a pre-powder time despite well documented history and artifacts. Note that the grenades mentioned are the old fuse bomb type, not modern hand grenades. I edited a little of the violence out. Let me know if any of it is too much for the board and I'll change it. I think we're on safe ground. This is one of the more mild chapters in the story.
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The night surrounding a Franciscan monk was illuminated by torchlight. He was clad heavily in armor. He wore his silvery hair long. His face was covered with a flowing beard. He was surrounded by highly trained soldiers as they sat around a campfire. Terror filled their eyes, knowing they may soon give their lives. Their consciences were torn between wondering whether their sacrifice would ultimately serve the Heavenly Father, or the cowardly nobles who had so long oppressed them.
In spite of this fear, the atmosphere was calm. The soldiers found peace and brotherhood fighting for their Heavenly cause. Their confidence in their commanders, as well as their faith in their spiritual leadership, served to give them a sense of inner peace. They were loved for once in their lives by forces of good, and their deaths would be rewarded with Heavenly peace and joy.
The Franciscan monk was certainly a strong blessing and influence to them, having proven that all of the wonderful things that they had heard about the living legend were true. His solid faith and confidence in God and purpose was highly contagious, especially at this deadly hour.
In a tone of intensity, as if shouldering the weight of the entire army and pleading for their wellbeing, Friar Giovanni, the Franciscan monk began to pray. "Our Father, who art in Heaven, hallowed be your name. Your kingdom come. Your will be done, on Earth as it is in Heaven. Give us this day our daily bread and forgive us of our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil; for the Kingdom, and the Power, and the Glory are Yours, now and forever and ever. Amen."
July 21, 1456
"The Turks are coming!" a loud voice yelled, followed by many others.
Clad in silvery armor, Janos Hunyadi approached a rampart in the upper levels of the fortified city to observe the situation. Across the Danube River, artillery fire began to pound the city, as if the Turks meant to raise Nandorfehervar to the ground. Seeing that the artillery appeared to be focused on blowing large access holes in the walls, it became obvious to Hunyadi that the Turks were intent on sending a full-scale assault force in to wipe out his army.
"Shall we return fire?" one officer inquired.
"Yes, but only sparingly." Janos Hunyadi replied. "They are going to charge the city. I want them to think we are weak and unprepared. Focus your artillery on the enemy's artillery and only fire enough to keep them nervous. Don’t miss an opportunity to destroy any enemy cannons, but don’t do anything to let them know that we are still strong."
"Friar Giovanni?" asked Janos.
"Yes?" Friar Giovanni replied, as he approached Janos Hunyadi.
"I need your commanders to rendezvous with me right away."
"It will be done." replied Giovanni as he departed into the ramparts to search out his officers.
Meanwhile, artillery from Nandorfehervar began to fire on the Ottoman Turk artillery stations just beyond the far banks of the Danube River. The commander who had spoken with Janos earlier paced among the artillery personnel warning them that the Ottoman Turks would launch a full-scale assault that day.
As news of the all-out assault reached the ears of the soldiers, any remaining sense of peace began to fade. They found themselves engulfed in the belief that they would die in vain. They knew they would be wiped out by the massive incoming army without making a dent in their forces. However, they remained hopeful and loyal to their duties.
Meanwhile, the last of Friar Giovanni's commanders finally arrived at Hunyadi’s position.
"I want you to have your men search the city and find anything flammable that will float in water and line it up evenly at every wall adjacent to water." ordered Hunyadi. "Also, warn everyone to expect at least one-third of the assault to consist of Janissaries. They are highly skilled with both guns and blades, so they are best taken out from a distance with arrows or sharpshooters. Avoid close quarter combat with them at all cost."
Meanwhile, on the Turkish side, a bald young man with a Muslim turban entered Mehmed II's tent. He removed his turban and saluted the Sultan.
"Radu," said the young sultan. "I want you to send in a fourth of your men in two assault waves. Make sure the second half are cavalry. Do not go with them."
"Yes, Sultan," said Radu.
At Nandorfehervar, loud voices yelled, "HERE THEY COME!" Spread out formations at the Turk's side of the Danube began charging towards the river and piling into small boats.
"Focus on the incoming vessels, but do not increase your rate of fire. It is critical at this time." ordered Hunyadi.
The Turkish vessels approached at such a rapid pace that the surface of the water was nearly covered by incoming Turkish vessels. In some places, they were so packed that pontoons formed makeshift bridges between the shores of the Danube River and the entry points that had been made at the walls of Nandorfehervar.
The Turkish assault made no effort to scale the walls, but focused on entering Nandorfehervar through the openings made by their artillery. They were intent upon wreaking havoc once inside.
Janos was persistent in making sure that the soldiers at the walls were tightly protected by the incoming assault and made sure his soldiers used arrows as much as possible and used guns and swords only as a last resort.
By this time, the fighting had become unorganized enough that Janos and Giovanni, along with their officers, were only able to maintain control of smaller fighting groups. Janos insisted that Friar Giovanni stay with him for safety. However, Giovanni was insistent about being in close contact with his men. So, Janos asked him to oversee the defense of the walls at the waterways. Janos would fall back to the upper levels of Nandorfehervar to oversee the fighting and to keep that tactical stronghold from falling into Turkish hands.
As he retreated to the upper fortress, the first wave of Turkish cavalry broke through, cutting straight through Hunyadi’s and Giovanni’s troops. They advanced directly toward the upper fortress before gunfire and grenades halted their advance.
On the far side of the river, observing the damage on Nandorfehervar and the absence of artillery, Mehmed II said, "Radu?"
"Yes, Sultan?"
"Cease further advancements of your troops." Then, turning to the nearby Aga the Sultan said, "Send in the Janissaries."
Back at Nandorfehervar, Friar Giovanni, who seemed to be taking advantage of his role as a Franciscan monk, or perhaps being seen as a chaplain with no further duties, found himself summoned to the walls to observe the incoming assault. The sight before his eyes stunned him. Screaming at the top of his lungs, he yelled, "It’s the Janissaries! They are sending in the entire legion!"
Upper fortress of Belgrade, 1:00AM. July 22, 1456
Hearing this, one officer charged to Janos' position, giving him the devastating news. Janos was perhaps the only person to take this as good news and immediately moved for the walls.
By this time, the Janissaries had broken in and were cutting through Giovanni’s and Hunyadi’s troops like grass. Seeing that the defenders were attempting to engage them at distance, they attempted to merge with Janos' troops, forcing them to cease-fire or risk friendly fire.
As Janos moved towards the walls, he spread word for his troops to allow the Janissaries to push them outward making more room for the pouring in Janissary reinforcements. The invaders would be so engrossed in the perceived rout, they would be unable to see the tactical move being made against them.
Janos was able to break through the fighting in order to observe the invaders, as well as the number of troops already inside the walls. He then ordered the troops at the walls to start dropping all of the flammable refuse into the water.
Across the river, the Sultan saw that something odd was happening at the walls. Looking through his spyglass, the scene playing out before his eyes shocked him. In stunned disbelief, he knew that Janos had outmaneuvered him.
He shouted to his signalers, "Cease the attack immediately! Withdraw all of the troops! They are about to be slaughtered!"
The word spread fast and reform began to take place among marching battalions preparing to deploy but it did not reach the forces crossing the Danube fast enough. With still charging reinforcements pouring into Nandorfehervar, Janos gave the order, "Set the water aflame!"
Seconds later, torches flew over the walls, instantly igniting the water's surface beneath Nandorfehervar. The Sultan's advancing troops were engulfed in a massive series of flames. Janos then gave another glorious order to the artillery personnel at the wall. "Give them everything you have!"
The main artillery officer, overwhelmed in joy, said, "Yes my lord!"
Seconds later, all of the artillery fire that Hunyadi's troops had been suppressing, was being dumped relentlessly on the retreating Turkish army. Inside the walls, the Janissary were being massacred by unerring fire from the upper levels. As the numbers of the Janissary in the center of the fighting were being reduced, grenadiers began to move their focus on engaging Janissary with archers and sharpshooters. This strategic resource had been reserved ,in numbers, for multiple shots at the Janissary for this very occasion.
At the final stage, many of the Janissary attempted to retreat ,only to find their escape route cut-off. This left them vulnerable to Hunyadi's troops. As the last of the Janissary remaining within the walls were wiped out, the pheasant soldiers fighting them began to fall apart in agony. The battlefield was suddenly quiet.
As the silence fell over the battlefield, Janos paused for a moment. Walking about, he tried to see through the dust and gunsmoke that clouded the dark night. He came upon one of his soldiers cradling the body of a young, dead Janissary. He was covered in blood. His stomach had been sliced open by shrapnel from a grenade. The older man was in tears. A feeling of ultimate agony and despair permeated the air around the soldier. Janos was not immune to this man's obvious grief and nearly fell into tears, himself. The soldier noticed that Janos was looking at him. Making eye contact with Janos, he said, weeping, "He looks like me. I believe he is my son."
Noticing Janos' facial expression, he turned his grieving heart back to his son. Being a father himself, Janos was sharing the older soldier's agony. As he observed the battle area, he found many of his troops weeping for the Janissary, realizing that they had just massacred their own children. The Ottoman Turks had taken their sons from them years earlier, and had trained them as their elite force.
Friar Giovanni, who was now weeping in agony as well, wasted no time in offering Last Rites for the fallen on both sides. Hunyadi asked his surgeons to help care for the wounded.
Moments later, an Ottoman horn was heard from across the Danube River. Janos charged to the wall to see a white flag being held up. It was illuminated by surrounding torch fire.
Then, as Janos watched from the wall, a single soldier got into a rowboat and approached the wall. He then entered through one of the many holes made by the Sultan's artillery barrage. A minute later, Janos was approached by one of his officers, saying that a soldier wished to speak with him. Janos was assured that he was unarmed. Janos ordered him brought before him.
Bowing before Janos, the soldier said, "Lord Janos, I represent the will of the Sultan Mehmed II. He wishes to negotiate a stand-down so that we may collect our dead and bury them with our own Muslim death rites. During the agreed upon time, we will cease any and all hostilities against you and your men. This will remain so for as long as you honor it."
Janos agreed and the man returned to the Turkish side of the Danube. Moments later, Turkish soldiers poured into Nandorfehervar, but they did not conduct any hostile actions. They collected their dead and carried them back across the Danube to the Turkish side.
It was very difficult for Hunyadi's men to see their own dead children being hauled off by the enemy to be buried under foreign religion death rites. Some began to stray towards the Turkish convoy while others became inraged and had to be held back by their comrades. All in all, the defenders managed to restrain themselves and each other, and Janos was not blind to their grief.
As this was happening, the Ottomans remained in very tight formation along closely guarded routes. Their actions were carefully observed so that no assassins might infiltrate Janos' lines during the process. Once they were gone, a commander warned Janos of the plague that was in Nandorfehervar. He urged Janos and Friar Giovanni to get some rest so that their strength and health might be maintained. Both agreed and retired to heavily guarded positions for the remainder of the night.
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