The fifty-something sans-culotte fearlessly picked up another stone and stepped forward, ready to throw it at the officer.
Both of his sons had died in Northern Italy, casting a shadow over his life, and now he feared nothing.
"Wait," Scheller hurriedly waved to the crowd, "What are you doing? Fall back!"
No one paid him any mind.
The distance between the sans-culotte and the army grew ever smaller.
The Hungarian officer again shouted, "Last warning. Leave immediately!"
A stone landed less than an elbow's length from his side.
He snorted coldly and swung down his sword, "Fire!"
The dense "bang bang" sounds rang out instantly, large plumes of white smoke rising into the sky. The ten sans-culottes at the forefront immediately fell backwards.
The others were instantly shocked, screaming as they turned to flee.
