"Hello everyone! it's the one, the only-Redcoats! As I said in my P.P.S on my "Love once more" AGG fanfic (if you read the reviews), that I was going to write an Anglo-Zulu war Historical fanfiction Story next, and, well, Here it is!
I Hope you Enjoy!
-Redcoats
Introduction:
"But I left a thousand men to guard the Camp!" -Lord Chelmsford, after the battle of Isandlwana.
"They Charged at us in droves, but somehow one way or another, we held our Ground." -James Arnoldson (a fictional character), after Rorkes Drift.
"March Slowly, and Eat up the Red soldiers." -Zulu Commander, before Isandlwana.
Prologue: In January of 1879 the British Empire had begun a Colonization of Africa. A Cannibalistic African Tribe called the Zulu kingdom had been a buffer zone for all other south African tribes, so then the British decided to Invade Zululand.
In a three Pronged Invasion, the Center Prong (Consisting of about 7,500 men) under the Command of Lord Chelmsford encamped in Isandlwana.
Soon Chelmsford quickly split their forces with a remaining 1,300 Soldiers, 2 Field Cannons, and 1 Rocket Artillery were left to defend the camp only to be Ambushed in January 22 1879 and Practically Surrounded by over 30,000 Zulus, thus ending in a Humiliating defeat for the British with only 100-200 British survivors escaping the Destruction.
After the battle of Isandlwana which the casualties were about 1,000 British and 3,000 Zulus killed, The Zulu's Decided more operations.
In January 23 1879, just a day after Isandlwana the Zulu army of 3,000 attacked a British Garrison of about 150 men, the Zulu's confidence of winning through numbers, especially from their major victory the day before would not be enough, because the Zulu's had Forgotten the firepower of the British Elite Rifles and Weaponry vs their few Outdated Muskets and Spears.
the camp they attacked was called Rorke's Drift.
Chapter One: Zulu's at Isandlwana
The British fought Ferociously In the camp of Isandlwana, but somehow no matter what they Did the Zulu's Got closer and closer to their lines!
"Present!" the British commander ordered, the Men raised their musket's "FIRE!" A devastating volly Erupted from the line, the Zulu warriors in the front all collapsed but were replaced by even more, there were just too many of them!
"FIRE!" another commander shouted followed by a volly from another part of the line, collapsing more Zulu warrior's, but yet again they could replace the casualties, however the British could not.
"FIRE!" a commander said. "Fire!" "FIRE!" Volly after volly, Zulu Warrior's fell everywhere yet there were still more coming.
The two British Cannons and one Rocket cannon fired into the Zulu Horde, only to be replaced by more.
the Zulu's were now dangerously close, just 10 yards away. the Artillery Officer sees this "come on Lads! hook up the cannons, let's go!" the cannons were soon being Hauled out of the battlefield by wagon.
Then suddenly-the Zulu's were at their faces "FIRE!" the officer's shouted one last time, and a blast of fire hit the Zulu's in their faces, then as the smoke descended, a loud cry erupted as the Zulu's plowed into the British line!
It turned to hand-In hand Combat the Red Line devolved, the cannons were captured, and soon the whole battle was over.
the Zulu's roared and Cheered in Triumph
Isandlwana was lost.
