La garde meurt, mais elle ne se rend pas

>La garde meurt, mais elle ne se rend pas
What the fuck was their problem?

testes were too big

Honour

>La garde meurt, mais elle ne se rend pas
They were the old guard for a reason
This is making me want to play Napoleon:TW now

wtf why are they black

Loyalty.

>Watching the Austrians in their little white jackets waltz up the hill towards you lines whilst getting their ranks torn apart by your grand battery
c'est bon mon amie
Also
Never defeated in combat, didn't want to start now so went out like the Spartans at Thermopylae. Brave bastards fighting and dying for a man and nation they believed in.
All that powder in the air and from tearing cartridges.

>no veteran found nor pension system, nor anything like retirement fund at all
>their only options were either dying in battle or spending the rest of their lives as begging cripple by the churches' doors

same problem as everyone
anglos

Those people weren't just random old men, they were men who had served in the military for decades and to many of them military life was all they knew.
They were faced with whether to surrender and live the rest of their lives as humiliated beggars or to fight and die with a shred of dignity.

from the gunpowder and smoke.

Literally the best kind of personal guards

It was rumored that the "Old Guard" were invincible and had never before been beaten in battle. Riding back and forth along the edge of the British held ridgeline, behind his prone troops and astride his big war horse Copenhagen was Field Marshal Arthur Wellesley, 1st Duke of Wellington along with his retinue of staff officers and messenger riders. As the French Guard Regiments approached to near point blank range, Wellesley shouted to the Foot Guard commander Major General Peregrine Maitland. "Now Maitland! Now's your time!"

Maitland in turn shouted to his troops “Up Guards! Up!!" The two thousand British troops arose with their bayonet fixed Brown Bess 75 caliber muskets resting upon their shoulders. "MAKE READY!" Maitland shouted and his NCO's echoed his order to the men up and down the line. The British brought their muskets up to the vertical while bringing them to full cock. "FIRE!" and two thousand British muskets roared as one, dropping over 300 French infantry in a single volley while nearly concealing the British position atop the ridge in a thick cloud of white gunpowder smoke smelling of rotten eggs.

Maitland now shouted. "CHARGE YOUR BAYONETS!" and the Foot Guards loudly shouted a fearsome "HUZZAH!!" while levelling their bayonet fixed muskets at the Frenchmen. "At A QUICK MARCH!!” Maitland shouted and his two thousand troops stepped out briskly, marching shoulder to shoulder towards the French Guards whose eyes now for the first time reflected fear as their line began to waver.

reads like shitty fanfic senpai
certainly not history

Nothing wrong with this
More a case of "what the fuck happened to france after this"

This would be GOAT tier if it had gray hair and a large moustache.

Absolute devotion to a brilliant and loved leader. Highly admirable

This desu maybe would be more interesting with some eroticism

Are you not aware of the battle of waterloo?
A battle in which the old guard were routed by Wellingtons soldiers?

Black powder grimes everything.

Their problem was going into an attack with cavalry or Horse Artillery support.

Plus, they should have been ordered forward about an hour earlier, when Wellington's really was a mess

>La garde meurt et ne se rend pas
Sounds better desu. also austrians are wretches.
The brits were entering the romantic period during the time. plus wellington was like 100% ego.
You're thinking of the middle guard, the old guard didnt directly attack