Short War : Aragon vs Castille 1354
Please forgive my inexperience with writing a AAR. I don't have true numbers of the troops in each battle so I'm going with Death totals as I wasn't micro-managing this war I sent one army lead by my king made up of 1974 Frankish mercenaries, 439 Irish mercenaries, and 12617 warriors of Jaca to Calatayud.
Story:
I, King Jean D'Armagnac, sat in my throne room listening as courier after courier delivers news about the war in France as the king of England slowly took out his bloodlust on the french people. Longing to have enough support to follow through on claiming my father's old claim to the French throne, I began looking towards the southern territories for land and vassals. Marshal Ramar of Fes, came in with the rest of my military advisors to inform me on the current allies for the Kingdom of England, the great Kingdom of Castille. Taking his time, Ramar explained that it would take years to completely conquer the current ruler of Castille. Using his military knowledge the Marshal suggested that instead of conquering the whole of the kingdom, we should capture a few outlying counties to turn enough of the people of Castille towards my rule and to force their king to give up his crown. Looking up from a displayed map, I smiled at the simple thought of having all of Spain under my command. Directing my attention towards my advisors, I ordered that a call would be put out that the county Jaca would mobilize its regiment and the two mercenary regiments that had recently offered their services to my kingdom. And so, the war began on May 1st, of the year of our lord 1354.
A month had gone by as the massive army before me moved across some of my vassal lands towards our target of Calatayud. I smiled knowing that no matter what my enemy sent my way they couldn't bring the same number of troops to bare. I turned in my saddle as my Marshal rode up, hearing that same clicking noise his horse always made with his teeth as it was always looking to bite some enemy who got too close to it. "My liege, the scouts have spotted an army of two thousand men at arms, mostly militia.", cried Marshal Ramar. "Good. Move the army into position on that landscape.", raising my arm, I pointed to a small piece of land just inside of the County of Rioja.
As the armies moved into position, each soldier showed in his actions that he longed to spill the blood of his enemies, but 6 days of maneuvering had only given them time to let the bloodlust simmer into a near uncontrollable rage. On June 10th, the sound of thousands of bolts from my arbalesters began to descend on the enemy regiment. The thoughts of a large scale battle left my mind when I saw that although my archers were carrying out their orders well, blanketing the area with bolts, their archers didn't have the range to hurt but a few of my forces. But those few soldiers that let their egos drive them within range of the enemy's bows, died when arrows found weak points in their armor, even though my orders were not to engage with the enemy until our archers finished their queue of bolts. On June 14th, our armies moved into their final positions to finish this battle once and for all. But even the youngest of the Jaca regiment militia could see the defeat already painted in the eyes of the enemy. So when the first sounds of skirmishers hit my ears, then, only two minutes afterwards there was silence again I knew that this battle was done. The Enemy commander didn't even let our forces meet in earnest before breaking from the field.
Later, my Marshal gave me a detail list of the deaths from the 11 day engagement: 1 Light Horseman, 5 archers, 3 pikemen, and 10 militia of my soldiers had been removed from the face of the earth while 147 light horsemen, 156 archers, 637 heavy infantry, 170 pikemen, and 316 Militia of the enemy regiment littered the field. Most of the Infantry of the enemy had just fallen where the arbalest bolt had hit them.
Please forgive my inexperience with writing a AAR. I don't have true numbers of the troops in each battle so I'm going with Death totals as I wasn't micro-managing this war I sent one army lead by my king made up of 1974 Frankish mercenaries, 439 Irish mercenaries, and 12617 warriors of Jaca to Calatayud.
Story:
I, King Jean D'Armagnac, sat in my throne room listening as courier after courier delivers news about the war in France as the king of England slowly took out his bloodlust on the french people. Longing to have enough support to follow through on claiming my father's old claim to the French throne, I began looking towards the southern territories for land and vassals. Marshal Ramar of Fes, came in with the rest of my military advisors to inform me on the current allies for the Kingdom of England, the great Kingdom of Castille. Taking his time, Ramar explained that it would take years to completely conquer the current ruler of Castille. Using his military knowledge the Marshal suggested that instead of conquering the whole of the kingdom, we should capture a few outlying counties to turn enough of the people of Castille towards my rule and to force their king to give up his crown. Looking up from a displayed map, I smiled at the simple thought of having all of Spain under my command. Directing my attention towards my advisors, I ordered that a call would be put out that the county Jaca would mobilize its regiment and the two mercenary regiments that had recently offered their services to my kingdom. And so, the war began on May 1st, of the year of our lord 1354.
June 4th 1354 - June 15th 1354
A month had gone by as the massive army before me moved across some of my vassal lands towards our target of Calatayud. I smiled knowing that no matter what my enemy sent my way they couldn't bring the same number of troops to bare. I turned in my saddle as my Marshal rode up, hearing that same clicking noise his horse always made with his teeth as it was always looking to bite some enemy who got too close to it. "My liege, the scouts have spotted an army of two thousand men at arms, mostly militia.", cried Marshal Ramar. "Good. Move the army into position on that landscape.", raising my arm, I pointed to a small piece of land just inside of the County of Rioja.
As the armies moved into position, each soldier showed in his actions that he longed to spill the blood of his enemies, but 6 days of maneuvering had only given them time to let the bloodlust simmer into a near uncontrollable rage. On June 10th, the sound of thousands of bolts from my arbalesters began to descend on the enemy regiment. The thoughts of a large scale battle left my mind when I saw that although my archers were carrying out their orders well, blanketing the area with bolts, their archers didn't have the range to hurt but a few of my forces. But those few soldiers that let their egos drive them within range of the enemy's bows, died when arrows found weak points in their armor, even though my orders were not to engage with the enemy until our archers finished their queue of bolts. On June 14th, our armies moved into their final positions to finish this battle once and for all. But even the youngest of the Jaca regiment militia could see the defeat already painted in the eyes of the enemy. So when the first sounds of skirmishers hit my ears, then, only two minutes afterwards there was silence again I knew that this battle was done. The Enemy commander didn't even let our forces meet in earnest before breaking from the field.
Later, my Marshal gave me a detail list of the deaths from the 11 day engagement: 1 Light Horseman, 5 archers, 3 pikemen, and 10 militia of my soldiers had been removed from the face of the earth while 147 light horsemen, 156 archers, 637 heavy infantry, 170 pikemen, and 316 Militia of the enemy regiment littered the field. Most of the Infantry of the enemy had just fallen where the arbalest bolt had hit them.
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