Swedish army siege lines, outside Dresden "I'll kill him!" Johan Baner roared. "I'll kill him!"
The Swedish general had already torn the message to shreds. Now he picked up the stool he'd been sitting on when he was handed the message and smashed it down on the writing desk. If his adjutant hadn't been sensible enough to retreat as soon as he'd handed over the radio slip, his own skull would probably have been the stool's target.
Baner was not a particularly large man, but he was quite powerful. That blow and the ones that followed with the leg of the shattered stool that remained in his fist were enough to reduce the desk to firewood.
"I'll fucking kill him!"