Chapter 786: Chapter 370: The Military Flag of Britain_3
Arthur listened with interest and replied, “Hearing you talk like this, I suddenly don’t find war that frightening. It seems there are many intriguing things here.”
Upon hearing this, Plunkett’s expression changed. He waved his hands repeatedly and said, “No, Sir, you mustn’t think that way. You find it interesting only because I have chosen only the interesting parts to tell you. Actually, when our 95th regint was at Waterloo, two-thirds of the officers and more than half of the brothers had fallen in the Battle of Quatre Bras.”
The 42nd regint next to us was covered by French artillery fire from the first day of the Battle of Quatre Bras. In the morning, they had 526 n, but by evening only 238 remained. You should know the nickna of the 42nd regint, right? The Black Guard, a Scottish Highland infantry unit— even they suffered so badly, not to ntion other regints. At that ti, we were barely holding on, and Old Nosey realized we needed support, so he quickly sent support from Lincolnshire’s 69th regint.”
But unfortunately, despite Old Nosey having foresight, the guy responsible for leading our right wing was a fool, that slim Prince of Orange, ‘Slender Billy.’ At that ti, he was only 23 years old, just a naive kid who knew nothing. He ordered several of our regints to form in line to face the enemy. Several battalion commanders from our 95th regint seriously protested against his command, but this guy was still stubbornly adhering to his own views.”
And when the order to form in line reached the units, Kleman’s cuirassiers were charging back and forth between our units. The change in formation suddenly exposed our weaknesses, and they took advantage of this to launch an attack. The 73rd regint, being close enough to Bosu Forest, hastily retreated into the thick bushes for cover. The 33rd regint barely managed to form a square for defense, but the 69th regint was tragic; they were trapped in the middle of the battlefield and suffered a brutal cavalry charge.”
The chaotic transition of formation caused the 69th to be annihilated on the spot, and their regintal flag was also captured by the French, with only a few managing to escape to a nearby allied square. You might not know, but losing a regintal flag is an enormous disgrace for us soldiers. The regintal flag almost has an occult significance, and to defend it, soldiers could fight like demons.”
When the 69th regint realized they had lost their flag, they indeed went mad. The 69th’s flagbearer, Christopher Clark, realized he had lost the flag, instantly saw red, and charged back into the encirclent alone, killing three French cuirassiers. When he ca out with the 69th’s flag, my God! I could hardly believe my eyes.”
He had been slashed 22 tis, hardly a part of his body was unmarred, and blood was spurting from wounds all over. But by God’s grace, this fellow was very tenacious, perhaps even God thought he was a fine specin, so he eventually survived and later joined the 42nd Scottish Highland infantry to continue serving.”
Arthur, hearing this, suddenly raised his hand to signal Plunkett to stop, “Wait… Thomas, the flagbearer Christopher Clark you ntioned? Could he possibly be the sa Clark, the Police Superintendent responsible for interrogations here?”
Plunkett nodded slightly and said, “Exactly, that’s him. Sir, you should now understand why there isn’t a single person in the departnt who dares challenge Police Superintendent Clark? Even Rowan, the departnt head, and Sir Mayne usually show great respect towards him.”
Upon saying this, Plunkett still seed unsure; he held his glass hesitantly for a while before adding, “Your Excellency, people like Police Superintendent Clark or myself, would never raise a hand against the Duke of Wellington. To us soldiers, he is like the entire British Army’s flag, and if anyone touches him, our eyes would blaze.”
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