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Move Five Continued. . .

Lots happening on the battlefield late in Move Five, but not for Gussie Finknottle's Newts, who are still too far from Pickelhaubewicz to affect the events unfolding there.


A second sharp combat between Zichenau's 11th Hussars and Stollen's 4th Dragoons resulted in one casualty for the latter, who also took three casualties from the skirmish fire of O'Mally's Irish Grenzers. Above, you can see the victorious hussars rallying just to the west of Pickelhaubewicz. Don't they look full of swagger?


Out of the frying pan and into the fire! Following their loss in the cavalry melee, plus musketry casualties, the 4th Dragoons fell back, leaving the immediate confines of Pickelhaubewicz. . . and falling right into the clutches of Major von Hirschbiegel's Grenadiere zu Pferd. At this point in the game, Colonel von Grundig's infantry remained too far away to help, while his artillery was still limbered and travelling along the road leading to the southeastern corner of the village, so it was in no position to provide covering fire.

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Bluebear Jeff said…
Oh oh.


-- Jeff
Yes, my thoughts exactly. :-(

Stokes

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