While the 1st Company of O'Malley's Irish Grenzers took some casualties (four) at the end of Move Seven, they managed to inflict almost double that number on Stollen's Jaeger zu Fuss (seven) in the ongoing struggle for control of Pickelhaubewicz. Just off camera to the left, in the village itself, the flamboyant Major von Hirschbiegel can be heard chuckling smugly to himself and issuing new orders for Move Eight. His confidence shattered and his battle plan apparently failing, the increasingly dour Colonel von Grundig, conversely, shakes his head, comtemplates the dice in his hand and asks, of no one in particular, "Why?" Rather than order a general retreat, however, the Colonel perserveres and issues new orders to his men since this insignificant little coach and postal stop is the only thing remaining between the white-coated hordes and the Greater Zwischen River, the last easily defensible geographic feature between the Zichenauer army and the Grand Duchy of Stollen itself!
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A change in commanders is probably inevitable. A certain Hesse Seewald officer, Colonel Quintus Icilius may have to offer his services to His Crustaceaness.
What if a certain red coated squadron of dragoons in the upper right corner of the picture happened to ride down onto the flank of the Red Grenzers?
"Colonelvon Grundig"
Combined arms sir, combined arms.
Having had a closer view of the action upon arrival in town, the dastardly Major is attempting to remember that there is terrain around him and he should be making use of it.
Ignore the other advice given . . . there is only one tactic to consider now . . . and it may be a devastating one for the poor Zichenauer boys.
I speak of the ultimate tactic . . . let the Grand Duchess throw the dice for you!
If that doesn't work, I fear Stollen is doomed.
-- Jeff