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Blood of the Kingdoms 1917 part 2
Mahiwa, German East Africa, October 15: Battle of Mahiwa
Hausa overlooked the plains, feeling the eerie calm as the leaves blew in the wind. Gripping his rifle tightly he heard the footfalls of the German forces and looked over the ridge of the green hills as the saw the German units walking by and Hausa breathed a sigh of relief, not a single African among them. He was tired of fighting fellow Africans especially those that once hailed from Nubia. He liked this war a little though, it had given him ample opportunity with some old friends, Buganda, Toro,Bunyoro, Ankole and Busoga during his brief time in the Uganda Protectorate. The wars in the East African regions were dwindling down and many of the others had already returned home back to Nigeria to tell tales of their bravery fighting against Germans and the African kingdoms that had worked for them, he had seen with a heavy heart the African kingdoms accept the rule of Belgium and Britain and knew that though he fought, he was just putting his friends under British rule. So here all that there was were Germans and their leader of the East African campaign Prussia. Wearing his uniform Prussia was looking around as if expecting a horde of British soldiers to be right on his tail, and he was not wrong. Hausa and Zulu and two other Nigerian Kingdoms had been following Prussia and his German forces under the orders of England and here he was, at Nyangao with his forces cut in half. No more hiding and running, they finally had Prussia where they wanted him.
Hausa looked at their commanding officer Sir Jacob Van Deventer, an Afrikaans man, his Dutch heritage showing strongly on his brow. Ironically though he was in the service of England he barely spoke the language and Zulu and Afrikaans often had to translate for him. Hausa respected the man, he had fought in the second Anglo-Boer war and Yoruba had mentioned him after he was done with the West African campaign and had routed German forces in East Africa earlier, helping put the Germans on the run. Though Hausa felt uneasy, the previous General that he had fought under, General Reginald Hoskins had constantly tried to push the Germans out of Africa but had failed, though Deventer seemed more promising after pushing the Germans 100 miles in July.
Looking at the Nyangao area Hausa noted the passage of time and how long it would take the other half of the German forces under Prussia's command to catch up, they had to cut off this regiment so that they could handle the reinforcements. Looking through a new set of binoculars he saw Prussia talking to Major General Kurt Wahle. Prussia was planning something and he didn't like it, he had heard from French Cameroon the stories of how good a tactician Prussia could be and after running for this long, splitting his force in half seemed like too easy a target, despite the fact that the forces with Hausa, Zulu and Afrikaans outnumbered them 3 to 1, Hausa had learned the hard way from fighting Fula nearly a century ago that numbers are a factor not a winner in war. Looking over he saw Kanuri pushing a cannon a loading up shells to fire at the Germans. Hausa began to tense, he was no stranger to war but this...Great War that was taking place over all the world was nothing like he had expected, clouds of gas that could kill hundreds of soldiers indiscriminately, planes flying over the area dropping supplies and he had heard of a machine being used in the trenches in Europe that bullets could not stop, something called a Tank or another.
Hausa then felt a soft hand pressing down on his left shoulder of his uniform and he immediately calmed down and turned to see Fula smiling at him whilst attaching an old style bayonet to her rifle. She looked undaunted as she loaded the ammunition into the barrel with a relative calm, reminding Hausa that this was the woman who had conquered him in the 1800s, she was no stranger to combat and he sometimes thought she relished it but no matter she was here, and now he had a lot more confidence fighting with her. She gave him one more look as she stood up, no need for words between them as she got into position, placing her sword at the hip of her uniform.
Deventer raised his arm with sword drawn out and that was the signal. Kanuri fired the shell and a sound of thunder erupted on the battled as the earth churned as the shell hit the ground in front of Prussia and his men. Prussia turned to look up at Hausa, Fula, Zulu, Afrikaans and Kanuri as they all charged towards him, firing their rifles as they went. The din of gunfire surrounding him Prussia jumped out of the way of a rifle column and turned to fire his own weapons, grabbing a gatling gun as he did so. A German soldier grabbed the ammo slot whilst Prussia cranked the handle, mowing down several Nigerian soldiers.
Hausa and Fula grunted as they closed in on Prussia whilst Kanuri took a blow to the shoulder. Zulu barreled through like he didn't feel anything whilst Afrikaans steadied himself and kept firing his rifle. Hausa saw Prussia at the Gatling gun and stepping out of the way of a bayonet thrust and cutting down the soldier Hausa leaped into the air and landed on the Gatling gun, the ammo slot hitting the German soldier in the chin and knocking him out. Hausa cocked his pistol at Prussia, firing as Prussia moved his head out of the way, the bullet tearing through part of his uniform swinging in the breeze. Prussia looked up at Hausa with a smile and kicked the Gatling gun with his right leg, causing Hausa to lose his balance and fall off.
Hausa's head rang as his head impacted the ground and in the daze of battle he saw the fuzzy outline of Prussia aiming his rifle at Hausa's chest, a grim look on his face. Hearing a strained yell Hausa saw Fula crash into Prussia, knocking the rifle out of his hand. Recovering quickly Prussia ducked under the swing of the rifle and tackled Fula, rendering them both without rifles. Hausa got up, drawing his sword and brought it downward towards Prussia's face and in a flash of steel Prussia had drawn his sword and blocked the strike. Hausa felt the wind leave his body as Prussia kicked upwards but found himself caught by Fula who drew her own sword. Nodding at each other Hausa and Fula charged at Prussia swords drawn.
Prussia smirked as he managed to parry each blow that Fula and Hausa threw at him, whilst Fula and Hausa were getting slight cuts all over their uniforms. Prussia looked behind him as he heard a yell and spun out of Kanuri's way as he brought his machete down on the spot where Prussia once was, only to have his face meet Prussia's boot. Prussia stepped backwards as Zulu and Afrikaans stepped behind Hausa and Fula who helped Kanuri get to his feet.
"Five against one, it hardly seems fair." Prussia said mockingly, "However I am awesome so I can fight all five of you. Come on unless you are all a bunch of losers."
Fula roared in anger and jumped towards Prussia and Hausa grimaced and the others followed suit. As the blades clanged in the air amid the sound of gunfire and shells all around them Hausa noted the passage of time and noted that no matter what they did they could not fell Prussia, only wound him slightly.
October 18
The five of them were near out of breath after fighting for four days whilst Prussia was covered in sweat but his sword was still steady and beckoning them to continue to come out him. The din of gunfire had lessened now and the German forces had been able to hold their own strongly despite the superior numbers as Hausa had feared. Hausa could barely stand, the blood dripping down his fingers from his sore wrist.
"Very good, you have all been fun. But the fun is now over for you." Prussia said with a crazy gleam in his eyes
Hausa paused as he heard the shrill of birdsong and saw a strange small yellow bird flying towards them and heard the sound he dreaded, the sound of German boots marching towards them. General Lettow-Vorbeck had arrived with reinforcements and Hausa saw the smile on Prussia's face and knew that the tactician had planned this all along. Looking up at Deventer, he gave the man a pleading look and Deventer grunted and called for a retreat. Hausa sighed dejectedly and limped back towards the main camp, away from the battlefield as the British forces pulled back and Prussia and his fellow Germans cheered, with Prussia ignoring the blood running from his forehead.
After an hour of walking Hausa slumped to the ground, giving a thankful look as Fula handed him a bottle of water. Noting Kanuri holding a pair of binoculars, Hausa opened his dry throat and asked.
"What are they doing now?"
Kanuri gazed out and replied, "Looks like they're heading in the direction of Portuguese East Africa, we may have lost but their forces are severely crippled now. I think all we need to do is follow them to Portuguese East Africa and rout them."
Hausa nodded his head in tired agreement and noted their general making plans to follow the Germans. One way or another he would manage to beat Prussia and oust the Germans out of Africa, one less European nation to deal with, he noted.
To be continued
Mahiwa, German East Africa, October 15: Battle of Mahiwa
Hausa overlooked the plains, feeling the eerie calm as the leaves blew in the wind. Gripping his rifle tightly he heard the footfalls of the German forces and looked over the ridge of the green hills as the saw the German units walking by and Hausa breathed a sigh of relief, not a single African among them. He was tired of fighting fellow Africans especially those that once hailed from Nubia. He liked this war a little though, it had given him ample opportunity with some old friends, Buganda, Toro,Bunyoro, Ankole and Busoga during his brief time in the Uganda Protectorate. The wars in the East African regions were dwindling down and many of the others had already returned home back to Nigeria to tell tales of their bravery fighting against Germans and the African kingdoms that had worked for them, he had seen with a heavy heart the African kingdoms accept the rule of Belgium and Britain and knew that though he fought, he was just putting his friends under British rule. So here all that there was were Germans and their leader of the East African campaign Prussia. Wearing his uniform Prussia was looking around as if expecting a horde of British soldiers to be right on his tail, and he was not wrong. Hausa and Zulu and two other Nigerian Kingdoms had been following Prussia and his German forces under the orders of England and here he was, at Nyangao with his forces cut in half. No more hiding and running, they finally had Prussia where they wanted him.
Hausa looked at their commanding officer Sir Jacob Van Deventer, an Afrikaans man, his Dutch heritage showing strongly on his brow. Ironically though he was in the service of England he barely spoke the language and Zulu and Afrikaans often had to translate for him. Hausa respected the man, he had fought in the second Anglo-Boer war and Yoruba had mentioned him after he was done with the West African campaign and had routed German forces in East Africa earlier, helping put the Germans on the run. Though Hausa felt uneasy, the previous General that he had fought under, General Reginald Hoskins had constantly tried to push the Germans out of Africa but had failed, though Deventer seemed more promising after pushing the Germans 100 miles in July.
Looking at the Nyangao area Hausa noted the passage of time and how long it would take the other half of the German forces under Prussia's command to catch up, they had to cut off this regiment so that they could handle the reinforcements. Looking through a new set of binoculars he saw Prussia talking to Major General Kurt Wahle. Prussia was planning something and he didn't like it, he had heard from French Cameroon the stories of how good a tactician Prussia could be and after running for this long, splitting his force in half seemed like too easy a target, despite the fact that the forces with Hausa, Zulu and Afrikaans outnumbered them 3 to 1, Hausa had learned the hard way from fighting Fula nearly a century ago that numbers are a factor not a winner in war. Looking over he saw Kanuri pushing a cannon a loading up shells to fire at the Germans. Hausa began to tense, he was no stranger to war but this...Great War that was taking place over all the world was nothing like he had expected, clouds of gas that could kill hundreds of soldiers indiscriminately, planes flying over the area dropping supplies and he had heard of a machine being used in the trenches in Europe that bullets could not stop, something called a Tank or another.
Hausa then felt a soft hand pressing down on his left shoulder of his uniform and he immediately calmed down and turned to see Fula smiling at him whilst attaching an old style bayonet to her rifle. She looked undaunted as she loaded the ammunition into the barrel with a relative calm, reminding Hausa that this was the woman who had conquered him in the 1800s, she was no stranger to combat and he sometimes thought she relished it but no matter she was here, and now he had a lot more confidence fighting with her. She gave him one more look as she stood up, no need for words between them as she got into position, placing her sword at the hip of her uniform.
Deventer raised his arm with sword drawn out and that was the signal. Kanuri fired the shell and a sound of thunder erupted on the battled as the earth churned as the shell hit the ground in front of Prussia and his men. Prussia turned to look up at Hausa, Fula, Zulu, Afrikaans and Kanuri as they all charged towards him, firing their rifles as they went. The din of gunfire surrounding him Prussia jumped out of the way of a rifle column and turned to fire his own weapons, grabbing a gatling gun as he did so. A German soldier grabbed the ammo slot whilst Prussia cranked the handle, mowing down several Nigerian soldiers.
Hausa and Fula grunted as they closed in on Prussia whilst Kanuri took a blow to the shoulder. Zulu barreled through like he didn't feel anything whilst Afrikaans steadied himself and kept firing his rifle. Hausa saw Prussia at the Gatling gun and stepping out of the way of a bayonet thrust and cutting down the soldier Hausa leaped into the air and landed on the Gatling gun, the ammo slot hitting the German soldier in the chin and knocking him out. Hausa cocked his pistol at Prussia, firing as Prussia moved his head out of the way, the bullet tearing through part of his uniform swinging in the breeze. Prussia looked up at Hausa with a smile and kicked the Gatling gun with his right leg, causing Hausa to lose his balance and fall off.
Hausa's head rang as his head impacted the ground and in the daze of battle he saw the fuzzy outline of Prussia aiming his rifle at Hausa's chest, a grim look on his face. Hearing a strained yell Hausa saw Fula crash into Prussia, knocking the rifle out of his hand. Recovering quickly Prussia ducked under the swing of the rifle and tackled Fula, rendering them both without rifles. Hausa got up, drawing his sword and brought it downward towards Prussia's face and in a flash of steel Prussia had drawn his sword and blocked the strike. Hausa felt the wind leave his body as Prussia kicked upwards but found himself caught by Fula who drew her own sword. Nodding at each other Hausa and Fula charged at Prussia swords drawn.
Prussia smirked as he managed to parry each blow that Fula and Hausa threw at him, whilst Fula and Hausa were getting slight cuts all over their uniforms. Prussia looked behind him as he heard a yell and spun out of Kanuri's way as he brought his machete down on the spot where Prussia once was, only to have his face meet Prussia's boot. Prussia stepped backwards as Zulu and Afrikaans stepped behind Hausa and Fula who helped Kanuri get to his feet.
"Five against one, it hardly seems fair." Prussia said mockingly, "However I am awesome so I can fight all five of you. Come on unless you are all a bunch of losers."
Fula roared in anger and jumped towards Prussia and Hausa grimaced and the others followed suit. As the blades clanged in the air amid the sound of gunfire and shells all around them Hausa noted the passage of time and noted that no matter what they did they could not fell Prussia, only wound him slightly.
October 18
The five of them were near out of breath after fighting for four days whilst Prussia was covered in sweat but his sword was still steady and beckoning them to continue to come out him. The din of gunfire had lessened now and the German forces had been able to hold their own strongly despite the superior numbers as Hausa had feared. Hausa could barely stand, the blood dripping down his fingers from his sore wrist.
"Very good, you have all been fun. But the fun is now over for you." Prussia said with a crazy gleam in his eyes
Hausa paused as he heard the shrill of birdsong and saw a strange small yellow bird flying towards them and heard the sound he dreaded, the sound of German boots marching towards them. General Lettow-Vorbeck had arrived with reinforcements and Hausa saw the smile on Prussia's face and knew that the tactician had planned this all along. Looking up at Deventer, he gave the man a pleading look and Deventer grunted and called for a retreat. Hausa sighed dejectedly and limped back towards the main camp, away from the battlefield as the British forces pulled back and Prussia and his fellow Germans cheered, with Prussia ignoring the blood running from his forehead.
After an hour of walking Hausa slumped to the ground, giving a thankful look as Fula handed him a bottle of water. Noting Kanuri holding a pair of binoculars, Hausa opened his dry throat and asked.
"What are they doing now?"
Kanuri gazed out and replied, "Looks like they're heading in the direction of Portuguese East Africa, we may have lost but their forces are severely crippled now. I think all we need to do is follow them to Portuguese East Africa and rout them."
Hausa nodded his head in tired agreement and noted their general making plans to follow the Germans. One way or another he would manage to beat Prussia and oust the Germans out of Africa, one less European nation to deal with, he noted.
To be continued
Prologue>[link]
1915>[link]
1916 part 1>[link]
1916 part 2>[link]
1917 part 1>[link]
1917 part 3>[link]
1918 part 1>[link]
History lesson time
As the East African Campaign was dwindling down in the late 1917 the Germans had left most of their territories and were chased by British and Belgian forces. The Battle of Mahiwa was a Pyrrhic victory for the Germany as three contingents of Nigerian soldiers and two contingents of South African soldiers (represented by Zulu and Afrikaans). The battle lasted from October 15-18 with the plan being to cut off the forces at Nyangao before the German reinforcements arrived. Unfortunately the Germans held out, losing a third of their remaining forces in the process and when the reinforcements arrived, the Nigerians and South Africans were nearly boxed in and they made a hasty retreat. Then the German forces then made a beeline for Portuguese East Africa to gather new supplies as the battle had been very draining.
German East Africa comprises of Rwanda, Burundi and upper Tanzania.
The others mentioned were all ancient kingdoms in Tanzania and Burundi that signed a treaty with Germany during the early colonization years to allow the Germans to non-violently take over their kingdoms as long as the people benefited from it. The Battle of Mahiwa was a disaster for the British forces but it showed how determined the Germans were to keep their colonies.
I choose to use Prussia because Kurt-Wahle was an East German general.
In the early 1800s the Fulani people conquered the Hausa but later formed a cultural merging of an alliance that is still present to this day, the two have intermixed so much that they are harder to distinguish with each generation like successive generations in a marriage. The Fulani empire, later the Hausa-Fulani Sokoto Caliphate destroyed the Bornu Empire leaving on the Kanuri people.
1915>[link]
1916 part 1>[link]
1916 part 2>[link]
1917 part 1>[link]
1917 part 3>[link]
1918 part 1>[link]
History lesson time
As the East African Campaign was dwindling down in the late 1917 the Germans had left most of their territories and were chased by British and Belgian forces. The Battle of Mahiwa was a Pyrrhic victory for the Germany as three contingents of Nigerian soldiers and two contingents of South African soldiers (represented by Zulu and Afrikaans). The battle lasted from October 15-18 with the plan being to cut off the forces at Nyangao before the German reinforcements arrived. Unfortunately the Germans held out, losing a third of their remaining forces in the process and when the reinforcements arrived, the Nigerians and South Africans were nearly boxed in and they made a hasty retreat. Then the German forces then made a beeline for Portuguese East Africa to gather new supplies as the battle had been very draining.
German East Africa comprises of Rwanda, Burundi and upper Tanzania.
The others mentioned were all ancient kingdoms in Tanzania and Burundi that signed a treaty with Germany during the early colonization years to allow the Germans to non-violently take over their kingdoms as long as the people benefited from it. The Battle of Mahiwa was a disaster for the British forces but it showed how determined the Germans were to keep their colonies.
I choose to use Prussia because Kurt-Wahle was an East German general.
In the early 1800s the Fulani people conquered the Hausa but later formed a cultural merging of an alliance that is still present to this day, the two have intermixed so much that they are harder to distinguish with each generation like successive generations in a marriage. The Fulani empire, later the Hausa-Fulani Sokoto Caliphate destroyed the Bornu Empire leaving on the Kanuri people.
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nooo... Hausa and Fula, please be safe.
this is amazing fanfic, please keep writing them ^^
nooo... Hausa and Fula, please be safe.
this is amazing fanfic, please keep writing them ^^