Time of day - Night
Location - Somewhere along the British-Canadian border
The British had dispatched a mixed force militia and indian allies to scout the French perimeter. The troops met up with the small Provincial detachment and the soldiers moved silently through the moonless night. Little did the British soldiers knew that their commander, captain Robert Morat, was in fact a French sympathizer and had informed the French regulars about the British patrol in advance. He was going to lead his men into an ambush and use the chaos to defect to the French with whom he had already made arrangements for a comfortable life in Canadian exile.
On the other side of the village captain Gerard Pascal, a world weary and battle tired veteran was riding his horse behind his men. His back was aching, his sword arm wasn't as strong as it used to be and his eyes could no longer identify a known face at the distance of 15 yards. This would probably be his last war, he had been issued this commission not because he had volunteered but because of the shortage of competent officers. Life had been relatively comfortable in the colonies and he was, despite everything, not going to let the British ruin his retirement plans with their hostilities. He led a small contingent of regular troops and even managed to get hold of a 3pdr from the provincial governor to support the coming battle. If only the clouds would disperse and allow the moon to illuminate the surroundings. How else would they be able to tell captain Morat apart from any other enemy in British uniform?
Check the full AAR and a lot more pictures over at my blog:
http://anatolisgameroom.blogspot.se/2013/02/the-despicable-treachery-of-captain.html


