The Action at Pickelhaubewicz -- Move 4. . .

Following the sharp cavalry skirmish in Pickelhaubewicz itself, things remained quiet on the rest of the battlefield. However, a company of Zichenau's Ermland Garde (The Newts) arrived, marching in perfect step behind their commander, Colonel Augustus von Finknottle, as their drummer beat the cadence time, and their colors unfurled in the breeze.

For their part, Stollen's Von Laurenz Musketeers moved up, closing the distance between themselves and Pickelhaubewicz. To their rear can be seen two companies of the green-coated Jaeger zu Fuss, which finally arrived following a night-long forced march from their billets, a full day's normal march to the southeast.

Comments

Bluebear Jeff said…

I still like "The Newts" standard . . . it is a neat flag.

-- Jeff

4:24 PM

A J said…

Yes, I like the design too. It was designed by a Mr. Hudson, I think..?

3:26 AM

WSTKS-FM Worldwide said…

Yes, that particular standard is from either WarFlag of NapFlags, but I've altered the colors with a steady hand and small paintbrush.

Stokes

3:14 PM

Presenting the Anspach-Bayreuth Kuirassiere!!!

Here they are, with the rearmost nine figures still drying, three squadrons of the Anspach-Bayreuth Kuirassiere, now in the service of the Grand Duchy of Stollen. And now, it's onto that artillery!

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