By Philip J. Haythornthwaite
The retreat to Corunna is among the epic campaigns of the Napoleonic Wars (1799-1815). overdue in 1808 Sir John Moore discovered himself almost on my own along with his small British military deep inside of Spain. The armies of his Spanish allies were beaten and he confronted a successful French strength lower than the Emperor Napoleon. He had little choice yet to reserve a retreat to the port of Corunna. This grew to become the main laborious of trials with armies traversing mountainous terrain over appalling roads within the depths of iciness. in some way Moore held his outnumbered, exhausted males jointly as they struggled to arrive defense. eventually at Corunna Moore's military grew to become to stand its tormentors.
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