Badajoz 1812: Wellington's Bloodiest Siege (Campaign Series, by Ian Fletcher

By Ian Fletcher

The storming of Badajoz was once an epic motion which concerned Wellington’s infantry in essentially the most savage hand-to hand battling of the total Peninsular conflict. At appalling expense in a nightmare attack throughout the evening of the 6 April 1812, Wellington’s squaddies hacked their far more than the our bodies in their useless and wounded and during the massive medieval partitions of town. those have been held with nice tenacity, ability and braveness via a resolute French and German garrison. Having stormed town the battle-crazed military went berserk and the horrors of the sacking which undefined, up to the chic braveness of the attackers, have handed into legend.

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