Andrew Jackson was appointed commander of the Tennessee militia in 1801, with the rank of colonel. He was later elected major general of the Tennessee militia in 1802, where he served in the Creek War.
Jackson defeated the Red Sticks at the Battle of Horseshoe Bend in 1814. US forces and their allies killed 800 Red Stick warriors in this battle, but Jackson spared the chief Red Eagle, a mixed-race man also known as William Weatherford. Sam Houston and David Crockett served under Jackson in this campaign. After the victory, Jackson imposed the Treaty of Fort Jackson upon both the Upper Creek enemies and the Lower Creek allies, wresting twenty million acres in what is now Georgia and Alabama. Jackson was appointed Major General after this action.
Jackson's service in the War of 1812 against the United Kingdom was conspicuous for bravery and success. When British forces threatened New Orleans, Jackson took command of the defenses, including militia from several western states and territories. He was a strict officer but was popular with his troops. They said he was "tough as old hickory" wood on the battlefield, and he acquired the nickname of "Old Hickory".
Battle vs. Miyamoto Musashi (by Pygmy Hippo 2 and Elgb333)
A huge crowd was in the stands as two foreigners were set to fight in the gladiatorial arena, one from the United States and one from Japan. The former had already arrived and waited impatiently for the man who had killed two of Europe's most famous duelists already and grew more impatient with every minute. "Noon, he agreed on. It's ten after. Where the hell is my opponent?!" Andrew Jackson took out his duelling pistol and quickly inspected it before finally hearing the doors open again and the latter duelist walked in calmly.
"Now you show up! What man of honor shows up late to a duel?!" "スマートなもの。" (A smart one.) "Can you not speak English? Was that supposed to offend me sir? Because if so, I'm already annoyed enough by your timing!" Miyamoto Musashi had no idea what his opponent was saying but knew from his tone that once again, despite the language barrier, he had struck a nerve. What was even more surprising was that Miyamoto had once again accurately predicted what his opponent would say and managed to continue the conversation but obviously that ability wasn't what mattered.
"一本の刀？ 哀れです。" (Only one sword? Pathetic.) He pulled out his Katana and Wakizashi as he said that to illustrate his point and confidently waited for his opponent to draw his blade. "I have half a mind to just shoot you, showoff, but this crowd wants a duel, not an execution." Andrew finally put away his duelling pistol and unsheathed his Model 1812 Officer's Sword along with his walking cane.
"あなたは棒で私と戦うつもりですか？" (You intend to fight me with a stick?) Jackson ignored the foreign words and stomped over to the other duelist before taking a stab at him which he sidestepped. Musashi chuckled as he then blocked a slash from the Sword with his Wakizashi and tried to stab with his Katana but cried out in pain as a gold cap smacked his leg, causing him to crash to a knee.
Miyamoto cursed under his breath as he was forced to use both his swords to block the Model 1812 from hacking through his face and both hit the guard with great force. Luckily they didn't break on Andrew's blade but he took the opportunity to reel back his walking cane and attempted to smash his foe's skull with it. Unfortunately for him, the other duelist took a risk and let go of his Wakizashi to throw two bo shurikens at his bad arm, making him drop his sword as well.
"Bastard!" Jackson angrily stumbled backwards and pulled out the projectiles in rage before throwing his cane at his opponent. Musashi ducked and threw his Wakizashi back which his foe barely dodged before he lunged forwards with the Katana. He yelled out in pain as the I Wilson Knife stabbed through his wrist and made him drop his main sword before his chest was slashed with the knife.
Both took a moment to catch their breath before Miyamoto charged once more with his katana raised for a stab to the heart. Andrew once again foiled this plan by throwing the I Wilson at his foe's face, cutting open his cheek, and causing him to crash into the dirt behind him. "あなたは武器を使い果たしています！" (You're running out of weapons!) "Good thing I saved the best for last." Their roles were reversed as the Japanese swordfighter furiously got up and turned to see the American duelist smirking with his duelling pistol out once more.
The .70 caliber bullet tore through Musashi's shoulder and he collapsed once more in pain before pulling out his bokken from its sheath. Andrew calmly strided over with his walking cane and barely put any effort into kicking away the swung wooden sword before retrieving it for his coup de grâce. "詐欺師。" (Cheater.) "I'm the one who was smart enough to use a gun while you brought in lawn darts. You practically handed me this win."
The two sticks slammed into Miyamoto Musashi's head again and again even as it cracked open until his face was rendered unrecognizable and his skull looked like it had taken a flanged mace instead of a cane and bokken. The crowd cheered on the incredible display of gruesome bloodlust as crunches filled the air, mainly due to their own warriors being avenged by the American. Andrew Jackson dropped both blunt objects next to the Japanese man's disfigured corpse and walked out a champion, this victory was sure to help him in the upcoming election.
In this battle of history's arguably two greatest duelists, Andrew Jackson won for his metallurgically superior and longer Model 1812 Officer's Sword at mid range and the devastating Duelling Pistol at long range. Miyamoto Musashi had the Wakizashi which was actually made for combat at short range and the Bokken which was an actual weapon in the special category but despite tying up the X-Factors, Andrew still had the greater advantages with his more varied experience in battles and was surprisingly the physically healthier one. Miyamoto's various strategies were difficult to counter but Jackson's pain tolerance was more simple and equally effective in the short duel where guns once again beat blades.
Battle vs. George Washington (Real Life) (by Necron Jesus)
George Washington lifts himself off the ground in a confused and bewildered state as he begins to examine the new environment he and his men had been transferred to. He examined the decaying walls around himself as his men let out confused murmurs and annoyed grunts around him, their shadows bouncing off and around the walls as what little light illuminated them. After his troops had settled into this new environment after several minutes, the general proclaimed "I believe we have found ourselves in a strange and foreboding realm, gentlemen. But show no fear, we shall escape whatever clutches this place may hold on us." He said, staring around at the men who begrudgingly accepted what he had said, showing it with the simple nods of their heads "We must be ready, an Englishmen could easily be around the corner, gentlemen." He continued as his soldiers nodded along once more, their eyes piercing into the form of General Washington.
"Let us move." he said finally, his troops moving into formation as they soon walked along side the general of the Continental Army through the desolate and abandoned halls of wherever they had been taken to, their eyes scanning every wall and corner around them. The large massed formation and General Washington stopped as they gazed upon a large door having read "DO NOT ENTER. TROLLS INSIDE.", the men had looked with wonder at the door and its message while confusion also plastered their faces at the same time. Washington turned to his troops, to answer their unspoken queries "We shall not enter this marked door. While trolls are merely a tall tale, it would be simply blasphemous for a man to put something like this as a mere humorous act. It is far more likely that this a warning, thus we must keep moving." Washington had finished his minor speech, his troops begrudgingly accepting what he had said, causing the formation and it's leader to trek onward.
"Those English bastards are somewhere here! We're going find them and send them packing! And if ANY of you attempt to leave my command I will have you shot!" Andrew Jackson shouted at the top of his lungs as he marched alongside his own men, staring at them ferociously as their feet impacted the ground with thundering claps eminating from the boots they wore. Of course, they were in uncharted territory and naturally the men and Jackson himself were on very high alert, fingers itching to raise their rifles and pull the trigger at any moment. The men anxiously stared as they moved cautiously throughout the building they inhabited. However they would end up coming to a stop upon a peculiar sight beside themselves.
What looked to be a Hippopotamus lay on the floor, the life having been taken from it oddly enough. Jackson ordered his troops to halt as he motioned two other men to come with him as he made way towards the dead creature, crouching down and examining it as they made their way over to it. What seemed to be a hole lay in it's cranium, dried blood having leaked from it and onto the floor. Of course, Jackson and his troops had no idea what a Hippo actually was, considering they weren't scientists who actively looked into finding new animals and the fact that they Hippo hadn't been discovered yet. Either way, Jackson and his troops continued to examine the strange beast before them.
Jackson turned his head, eyeing a cracked portrait behind himself on the other wall. The portrait was of a man in a strange uniform wielding an object he could not recognize. Jackson stared at it for several moments before his trance was broken with the calling of "Sir?". Jackson stood from his spot, turning to his men "This was certainly a strange encounter, gentlemen. But fear not, this is merely a bid of trickery by the British! Do not falter in the wake of this strange scene." He said as he troops nodded at Jackson's attempt to bolster their morale. While they were certainly confused and a little frightened, the sight of Old Hickory claiming that there was nothing to fear had managed to knock away some of their previous thoughts. Thus, the march continued onwards through whatever awaited them.
Somewhere in the facility....
As the troops entered what appeared to be some sort of centre, another band of troops entered as well ahead of them some distance away. On instinct, Jackson ordered his troops to level their muskets, as the opposite troops quickly return the favor by doing the same once witnessing the action. "Identify yourselves!" Jackson shouted, staring ahead at the men who appeared to be in the uniforms worn by the Continental Army "I am General George Washington of the Continental Army! You shall return the favor by identifying yourselves!" Washington yelled over at Old Hickory, who was now baffled by what he had heard. "General Washington? He's been dead for 16 years!" Jackson retorted, staring at the men infront of him, his own getting eager to open fire. "That is untrue you liar! I am before you now, why would you believe that I was dead?" Washington spoke in a semi-repressed fury, gazing at the foes ahead of himself and his troops.
"You are not General Washington! I have had it with this British trickery!" Yelled Jackson as he had pulled his sword to the sky, raising it as his troops steadied their aim. Washington prepared to order his troops to fire at whatever troops they were facing. Both sides prepared for the incoming line of fire that was to occur.
With the roar emanating from both of their commanders, both sides opened fire. The room was filled with a thick white smoke for a moment, as three Continental Army-men and three U.S. soldiers fell to the ground, dead. . A ball soon flew past Jackson as he instinctively ducked his head down, the sharpshooter having missed with his rifle. Knowing this was quite dangerous for himself and he would sustain equal casualties if he kept the fight going in the area, Jackson swiftly ordered a tactical retreat. He and his troops darted through the door they had came through, rushing away from the centre. They had taken a sharp left, as Washington and his Continental Army were hot on their tail in full pursuit. Once they had finished dashing, Jackson's troops took a defensive position at the end of the hallway they inhabited. Jackson and his troops stared ahead, awaiting the crashing of boots from Washington's army.
Sure enough, Washington's troops turned the corner, their rifles aiming ahead at the tightly packed and crouching American troops with a blast of musket fire, smoke fogged the vision of both sides of men as two of each side fell, the wall behind Jackson cracked from the impact of the balls .
Washington looked to his troops, then pulled his sword and yelled with a fury "CHARGE!". Washington jogged ahead as his troops yelled through the hall, their voices bouncing of the walls and into the ears of the U.S. Army troops ahead of them, with a war cry of their own, Jackson and his troops charged into the fray against the Continental Army soldiers, the hammering of feet echoing. Before they even knew it, the two sides had met each other personally, and troops built on instinct and adrenaline engaged in hand-to-hand combat, tackling and bodyslamming each other into the hard floor.
An army soldier had scored a lucky hit, blindsiding the continental in front of him and proceeding to slam his head harshly into the wall beside them. The army soldier leveled his musket as the continental fell to the ground, firing into his skull . On another front, a continental soldier wrapped his hands around the throat of one of Jackson's troops, squeezing with all his might. Eventually, his fellow American fell limp from the lack of oxygen as the battle raged around them . Jackson found himself engaged with one of Washington's troops, the latter swinging the butt of his musket towards Jackson's skull. With grace, Jackson avoided the blow, swinging his sword across the side of the continental troop which caused him to yell in pain from the strike. Jackson then thrusted his sword forth, impaling the soldier through the skull . Washington rushed forwards into an American army soldier, impaling him through the gut with his Bailey sword several times before finishing him with a quick slice to the throat .
The last of the troops engaging in a fist fight struggled as Washington's sharpshooter attempted to get a bearing on a target. As he carefully took aim, his skull was punctured by a led ball, ending his life quickly and causing his limp body to hit the floor . Returning to the fist fight, the patriot had managed to grab a hold of the throat of the army soldier. He backed towards the wall, proceeding to slam the skull of the fellow he was holding into the wall several times as the U.S. Army soldier yelled in pain. With a tightened grip and a twist, an audible snap fell from the U.S. soldier, his body collapsing in a heap . However this small victory would be short lived as the patriot felt a sharp pain before his senses faded, a musket ball entering through his back. Jackson's sharpshooter walked over, examining the corpse of the man he had shot .
As he turned to Old Hickory, a blade exited his throat as he was pulled aside and casually tossed onto the floor, his life ending within seconds . Washington stood over the corpse, staring into the eyes of Jackson "You started all this needless bloodshed!" he yelled, marching towards his fellow general who had rage plastered all over his face "You've butchered all of my soldiers you savage!" he yelled as he stepped forwards towards Washington, both of their swords leveled.
The first President was also the first to strike, taking a gambled swing towards Jackson which was easily shunted aside by Jackson's greater bladework, Washington stepped forwards as he took a stab towards Jackson's abdomen, who again shunted the blade aside. The opening however gave Washington the ability to strike the distracted Jackson with his palm, sending him scattering backwards. Washington reached his long arm out, pulling the 7th President towards himself for a headbutt which one again sent him reeling once more. Washington stepped forwards in an attempt to impale Jackson through the chest, however this failed as Jackson parried the attack, unleashing his own flurry of jabs and slashes in his own crazed counterattack which Washington had much difficulty defending himself from. Jackson swung his leg out, kicking Washington backwards and causing him to stumble over the body of one of his troops which forced him to the ground.
"You can't even wield that sword in a noble fashion and you wish to duel me with it? You truly are a savage!" Jackson taunted as Washington picked himself up from the ground while Jackson wiped the blood of his mouth "Shut up you bastard!" the Virginian yelled, swinging his sword in an attempt to amputate Jackson's head from his shoulders, which was met with a quick deflection from the experienced duelist. Washington swung violently once more but was met with another deflection, which only caused Washington to try again in vain, as Jackson parried the attack. Washington shunted the sword down towards Jackson's abdomen, the latter blocking the attack quickly as he opened himself up to a ram from Washington's larger body, sending him to the floor. As he quickly picked himself up, Washington swung towards his head again, Old Hickory ducking under the attack before lifting himself completely as he struck towards Washington's side, which was met with a quick block from the first President. Jackson however used this to slam his free hand into the side of Washington's head, disorientating him and using the opening to slice Washington across the abdomen. As the rebel leader yelled in pain, Jackson swung across his throat, causing a spurt of blood to fly across the room and leak onto Washington's uniform. As the first President fell limp, he looked to the ceiling wide-eyed, before closing them as he accepted his fate .
"Barbarian!" Jackson taunted the corpse, breathing heavily as he ushered the words from his mouth. Jackson stared at the corpses that stained the floor, the sight making him feel more angered. As he stared, he heard the sound of footsteps, causing him to spin around on instinct in which he saw two men before himself. Just as Jackson began to charge the two men raised the weapons they carried and fired into him, two darts entering his body as he quickly fell to the floor, unconscious. The two men, one of them appearing to be wearing what looked like a combination of random airsoft gear and the other looking like a Modern Warfare character. The two raised palms to each other, proceeding to high-five due to their achievement. "What about the bodies?" The man clad in airsoft gear said, showing off his distinctive Bulgarian accent. "We'll do something about it later." the other replied in a heavy Dutch accent. The two walked over to Jackson, hauling him to his feet and clicking two cuffs onto his hands, proceeding to walk him out of the facility.
After exiting, the pair and the man they had captured proceeded towards a van that was painted red and black, with the words "DFederal" splayed across it. They placed Jackson in the back of the van while getting into the front seats, staring out onto the road ahead of them as they started the vehicle. "He's going to have a great time, isn't he?" The Bulgarian man said, looking over to his comrade in the driver seat. "Yes. Yes he will." The Dutchman replied, before they screeched off into the night in their van.
Winner: Andrew Jackson
Washington certainly isn't a slouch, but he simply falls too short tactically and on terms of weapons. While his musket is even with Jackson's, the kentucky is completely outclassed by the Harpers Ferry and his Bailey is no match for the longer Model 1812. Washington was a fine general, but he also lost many of his battles and made many mistakes that would cost him and the troops under him, Jackson on the other hand never lost a single battle under his command and always took an advantage when he had the ability to grasp it. To put the nail in the coffin for Washington, his lackluster skills with the sword were simply nothing for Jackson. The blade fight between the two would be an absolute curbstomp in favor of Andrew Jackson due to his years of dueling experience and the fact that he actually knew how to use a sword correctly. The only areas where Washington can even remotely take a victory are in his musket and the fact that he at least had training, but he also lacks the experience and leadership skills of Jackson. Overall, while Washington will put up a bloody fight, he simply can't take the W from Andrew Jackson.