France -- History -- Louis XIV, 1643-1715 -- Fiction; Fronde -- Fiction
It was not a siege in regular form, but a simple escalade. The
intrenchments thrown up in haste by Richon were earthworks; there were
no trenches to be opened therefore,--it was a matter of carrying them
by assault. Every precaution had been taken by the energetic commandant
of Vayres, and he had availed himself of every possible advantage in
the lay of the land, with unusual science.
It was clear that Richon had determined not to fire first under any
circumstances, for again he waited for the provocation to come from the
king's troops; but again, as on the former occasion, that terrible row
of muskets, which had done such execution upon the king's household,
was seen to be pointing down at them.
As the forward movement began, the six guns drawn up on the little hill
were discharged, and the cannon-balls threw up showers of dirt on the
crown of the ramparts.
The response was not long delayed; the artillery within the
intrenchments roared forth in its turn, ploughing broad furrows in
the ranks of the royal army; but at the voice of the officers, these
bleeding gaps disappeared; the lips of the wound opened for an instant,
then closed again; the main column, which was momentarily shaken, moved
forward once more.
While the cannon were being reloaded it was the turn of the musketry.
Five minutes later, the great guns on both sides discharged their
volleys again, with but a single report, like two tempests in fierce
combat with each other, like two peals of thunder coming at the same
instant.
As it was perfectly calm, and a dense smoke hung over the battle-field,
besiegers and besieged soon disappeared in a cloud, which was rent from
time to time by the vivid flash of the artillery.
From time to time men could be seen coming out from the cloud in the
rear of the royal army, dragging themselves along with difficulty, and
leaving a bloody track behind them, until they fell exhausted.
The number of wounded rapidly increased, and the roar of the musketry
and artillery continued. The royal artillery, however, were firing
irregularly and at random; for amid the dense smoke the gunners could
not distinguish friends from foes. The gunners in the fort on the
other hand had none but foes in front of them, and their fire was more
constant and more deadly than ever.
At last the royal artillery ceased firing altogether; it was evident
that the assault had begun in good earnest, and that a hand-to-hand
combat was in progress.
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