Captured Joe said:
Very impressive! You are indeed worthy of the Légion d'Honneur!
Thank you very much
You are a very skilled marksman; the worst nightmare of Officers and flagcarriers on the battlefield. You and your rifle are one, and together you have seen and lived many battles AND killed hundreds of men in the last 10 years. You could be an Officer yourself, but you aren't. And the reason of that is due to a toad-faced fool Officer who thought you shouldn't be in charge of men because you were not of noble birth. Cursed be his name.
A intense but quick pain in your hindhead makes you remember what had happened just few hours ago. You were in the front line, picking off enemy soldiers one by one from a safe distance, and so were the rest of the men in your Regiment. But everything changed when you were surprisingly charged by an enemy Cavalry detachment that had been hiding in the dense woods on your left flank. None of the men in your Regiment had spotted them, and when you finally heard the galloping of the horses is was too late to react - the Infantry of Line was still to far away to be able to support you and your Army's Cavalry hadn't reported to the HQ since the beginning of the battle. Your Regiment was disbanded within seconds and most of the men you knew from years back died at the hand of the enemy. You were lucky, though: knocked out unconscious by the hilt of a sword, which if it had been a little lower, would've cut off you head.
You woke up hours later. The battle was already over and a dense fog rested over the battlefield. Your Army had been defeated, as you could tell from the large amount of corpses wearing your Nation's uniform. You quickly picked up your rifle and some cartridges, and headed to the woods from where Death itself had come from for your Regiment. After being walking by hours, wandering until the dusk, you fell exhausted near a little creek. You were about to fade away again, but the sound of voices in the distance startled you. Enemies? Fiendlies? There was only one way to find out.
Guided by such voices, you soon reached a military camp. You hid in the bushes and soon saw the enemy's flags waving over the tents. Taking a quick look around you discovered the camp wasn't heavily guarded, as most soldiers were already sleeping. Your attention focused on a tent different from the others, quite bigger and cleaner, from where a peculiar character came out. Such person was wearing a General uniform, but instead of a bicorn, his head wore a gold crown - the enemy's faction Leader and Supreme General. What was he doing there? Inspecting the troops? Did he personally led the enemy into battle? Didn't matter - at least not to you, because this was a unique chance granted to you by the Destiny... kill him, and the war will be over.
And here you are, with you face in the mud and your rifle aiming at the enemy's Leader heart. You breathe deeply, hold your rifle firmly and... don't shoot. An enemy Officer yelling at what it seemed to be prisoners of war prevented you from ending this bloody war. Cursed be his name too, whomever he is. You try to take aim again, while the enemy Leader is still outside his tent looking at some maps on a table, but the enemy Officer's yelling just don't let you focus. You aim at him instead and discover the prisoners he is yelling at are no one but the surviving men of your Regiment, along with that toad-faced fool Officer you've always hated.
You kept your eyes on the men you've fighted along all this years, your brothers, and you soon figure out they are going to be executed by the enemy Officer - he's made your friends kneel down in line and is holding his sword against the throat of your Regiment's Officer. You can recue them, killing the enemy Officer to approach and free them, but you known you wouldn't have enough time to reload again and shoot at the enemy Leader, as he would be gone by that time after hearing the shot and their guards would close in.
You then quickly look back at the enemy's Leader: he's picking up the maps from the table and preparing to get on a carriage that had just arrived to take him far away, where you might never see him again. You can kill him, but you wouldn't be able to rescue the surviving men of your Regiment, as the enemy Officer would have already killed a couple of them by the time you reload and probably summoned the rest of the soldiers.
You need to make a choice:
a) Take aim and kill the enemy's Leader and Supreme General:
He is a military genius, and everyone knows it. Without him, it's highly probable the other enemy Generals will not know what to do, and after a short while their nation will surrender. You may save thousands of lives and perhaps you'll recieve a medal, granted to you by the King; you will be famous, and your name will last forever.
But the memory of seeing you friends being executed by a cowardly enemy Officer will torture you for the rest of your life. Their ghosts will hunt you, and you'll never live in peace.
b) Take aim and kill the enemy's Officer:
The men that are going to be executed are the same men you've been fighting with for the last 10 years. They're your comrades, your family. You have all been in difficult situations, but you have always helped eachother. You may not save thousand of lives, nor recieve a medal by the hands of the King, but you'll always be remembered by those you saved.
Nevertheless, it's highly propable the war will last longer, and you might die in one future battle as any other soldier, being remember only with your name carved in a tombstone.
***You only have 10 seconds to make a choice before anything happens***
**Be honest and let us know if you made your decision in time*
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