Side Note: I'm gonna keep King George as King George, I was thinking of using Bob as the king but since I'll be keeping to the ordinal French and Spanish rulers, I thought I'll do the same for King George.
Side Note 2: Before anyone get any rude thoughts when I use certain words when someone using their rifle. This photo shoes the name of the Rifle.
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"Chosen men, Shirogane. They may look like a band of gypsies but they're the finest marksmen in King George's Army" Coran spoke his advice, leaning down from his horse and placing a comforting hand on Shiro shoulder.
The man was off average height making him not have to lean down too far and his grip wasn't the tightest due to his age. His cut short but styled hair was rather bright orange and his curved moustache was a match in colour. A few wrinkles around his knowing eyes and he was always seemed to wear a white pair of gloves. Shiro had no clue how he kept them so white during a war.
Shiro just looking towards the abounded farm house ahead of them where his men should be standing in waiting. A broken canon littered the crass showing this was one a small battle ground, mostly a small regiment keeping post to stop someone else from taking the place before the chosen men took it along.
He only turned as Coran started to ride away, the forty year old man was rather odd in so many different ways. He held an uncle vibe to him, he clearly saw people for who they were instead of who they acted to be and that might be a bit of blessing for those who are wronged to often by others.
But then again, Coran did always smell of booze and the flask in his inner jacket pocket was never empty for too long it seems. For an older man, he knew how to hold his booze, in fact he hid it so well that no one knew when he was drunk or sober anymore.
Smoke was clear to see as it drifted from the broken ceiling of the barn. But Shiro held no fear over a fire breaking out, it was clear to be a controlled one. Mostly used for warmth and to boil any water for a drink along with any wild food they might have caught.
Soldiers will be soldiers, even if it's sometimes breaking the rules.
Shaking his head amused as he remembered his own times of shooting a wild rabbit with his old Battalion and cooking it with a few of his comrades in "secret" like everyone else would. Of course, they barely got told off, they had a decent colonel who overlooked most things as long as it wasn't too bad. Plus, he would sometimes soon them in eating whatever shot animal they had caught.
