1 Chapter 1 : The Man, The Lad, The Hell

ah... shit! what happened here again? oh yea, the lad got shot in the head by another bloke... ah yes, where are we? bloody hell why the fuck am I covered in dirt... ah yes, the lad sacrificed his life to save mine... he's a fine lad, a dead lad, I'll promise to get vengeance for you m'lad, I'll kill the bloke who killed you... what was his name again? ah yes, Annemie Jacobine? Barned Roberreson? no... it's Claudios Mens, I remember his name... lad, ill go kill him for you... but first things first lets analyse the situation we are in right now. seems like I don't have any internal damage, couple of bruises, a broken left arm that the lad patched up, and an arse attitude. lets see the equipment I have... approximately 16 rounds on my pouch, a martini henry, and a service memorial revolver from my brother with 6 rounds in it... so equipment wise, we are well off... as for food, we still have a couple of snapped and broken crackers, some jerky, and half a canteen of water... so food wise, we are fucked up... aaahhh, I wished we were back home where me and brother were drinking our morning cuppas and eating mummy's plum pudding... so right now this is not the best place to stay, since I got violently rolled off the hill into a hole where the Boer militia wont see me, so fair enough... WHAT ARE YOU LYING DOWN FOR IDIOT HARRY! come on lad, time to get up, and go back to where we came from... England lets go!

as I lifted myself off the ground, I start to get out of the hole but then suddenly

"Hallo! Ik heb een vijand gevonden!"

as 5 Boer men came from the the distance chasing me with their bayonetts and wizzing bullets, as I ran away I looked back and saw that they were faster than me, so I made a quick decision. Time to fight these blokes off mate. I get out my service riffle from my back, loading a round into the martini henry Ching! clack! and I aimed my riffle at one of the Boers... Bang! the bullet went straight through him, hitting him in the jugular vein, making him bleed out and suffer with a terrifying scream for the next 5 minutes until he finally lied on the ground, lifeless. as the other 4 Boers saw him suffer, they tried to take vengeance on their comrade, as one of them swings the butt stock of their riffle towards me, I start to wonder why he is not using his riffle, as I see all the other 3 boers behind him, aim their riffles towards me and are in a position to fire, as I grabbed the dutchman's sleves and used him as a meat sheild, as the bullets hit his right eye making his eye bleed into a puddle, while the second bullet hit his arm joints between his sholder and his arm, fracturing the bone and the last bullet hit his jaw fracturing his jaw in an instant while hitting his jugular vein, dying a more brutal death than his comrade as the other 3 dutchmen saw both their comrades sharing a similar fate, they started to get out of position, as one of the dutchmen said

"vertel de commandant dat ik niet terugkom voor het avondeten en eervol sterf in de strijd"

"maar meneer"

"Nee! ga terug, red jezelf"

as the dutchman said in terrible english "you mien opponent, they, no you opponent"

as he turned back I aimed the riffle at his head and point blanked shot his skull and he died a quick a painful death,while the 2 dutchmen escaped the battleground, into a place of the unknown, never to be seen again. as I see how many rounds I have left, as I see 14 rounds left in my pouch... Bloody hell, i really need to drink a dirt cuppa and start thinking straight, i need to startigise better... as for now, I think ill try escaping this hell hole... as the sun started to set, I remember the lad who saved me, the name Claudios Mens got stuck in my mind, as I want to take vengence against him for shooting that lad, as I took the dutchman's horse, weaponary, blood stained clothing, water and food, and rode into the abyss.

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