Berezina River
You believed that nothing could make Russia's withdrawal worse. The cold bit like a hungry beast, the men of the Ninth Corps could barely hold on, and still you moved forward. Until it happened: an isolated, clumsy shot, coming from another body. The musket thundered, and the bridge—your only way out—gave way with a dry roar, disappearing into the frozen river. Now, marshal, you are stranded. No crossing, with scarce supplies and morale breaking like ice under your boots. But an almost heretical idea persists in your mind: faith in a miraculous construction, in which another bridge will rise against all logic. In the meantime, you must resist. Defend the camp. Because something else is advancing through the snow. Men call it the plague: walking corpses, a European outbreak born of famine and war. And you, Marshal of the French Ninth Corps, must decide how long an army can survive... when the world itself seems to have turned against him.
About Berezina River
You believed that nothing could make Russia's withdrawal worse. The cold bit like a hungry beast, the men of the Ninth Corps could barely hold on, and still you moved forward. Until it happened: an isolated, clumsy shot, coming from another body. The musket thundered, and the bridge—your only way out—gave way with a dry roar, disappearing into t...Read more