Toy soldier blogs come, and toy soldiers blogs go, but the GD of S blog celebrates its eleventh year in 2017! The Grand Duke Irwin-Amadeus II invites you to drop by his realm. . . somewhere just to the northeast of Frederick's Prussia. . . sometime during the mid-18th Century.
General von Tschatschke's guns fire on de Latte's 11th Hussards and the red-coated Mittauer Volunteers (not shown).
“Your flask is probably in your pocket, old cask,” observed General von Tschatschke
with wry amusement from his side of the wargaming table.
“Ah, there she is,” said General de Latte. “Imagine losing track of her like that. He uncapped his pocket flask and took a swig.
“Nothing like a little hair of the dog, eh de Latte?” agreed von Tschatschke. “Have some more.”
“What? Oh, why yes,” agreed de
Latte. “Nothing like it. Helps you forget all about the events of the previous
evening. Good for what ails you and all
that. Thank you. Don’t mind if I do.”
“Now, how about we move on to assessing our artillery effects for this
turn?” suggested von Tschatschke, leaning forward a bit on his walking stick.
“Yes, let’s do that without delay von Tschatschke, without delay!” said
de Latte, jumping up from his seat and realizing as soon as he had that the
effects of last night’s indulgences had yet to wear off. He sat down once again in the red damask armchair with a thump. From the far side of
the table, General von Tschatschke noted his guest’s obvious discomfort with
great relish as he began presenting his case for the lone battery of
grey-coated gunners in his tabletop army.
“Well, old cushion, the left gun in my battery is directly before your
11th Hussards, less than 6” in fact, so any shots it fires will hit automatically. No need to throw a ranging die first, agreed?”
“That sounds right,” concurred de Latte, who felt suddenly as though the room was
moving around, over, and beneath him.
Von Tschatschke grinned like a wolf and continued.
“So, all I need to do is roll a single D6 to determine the number of
casualties my left-hand gun will inflict.”
Von Tschatschke placed a red die in a cup covered with navy blue velvet, shook it a few times, and threw. “Aha! It’s a 4! So, four casualties for your hussars, I’m
afraid, old valise.”
“Not so fast,” cautioned de Latte, who noted that he felt
rather warm. His head lolled slightly. “Aren’t all hits on cavalry
“What? What? Oh.” said a temporarily nonplussed General
von Tschatschke, “Blast! I believe you
are correct. All right. Only two figures to remove then. I say, de Latte! You aren’t looking well.”
“No, no. I’m fine, just fine,”
insisted the Frenchman whose complexion had become as pale as the finest table linens during the last several minutes of discussion. “Do go on.” Not one to be distracted by minor details, like the health and well-being of his guests, von
Tschatschke did just that.
“My right hand gun is 7-9” from the left-most eight figures in your
formed body of Mittau Volunteers. At
that range, I need to throw at least a 2 on a D6 to find my range.” He rolled the first die and threw it onto the
table. “Well, I’ve thrown a 4, so they at least have
their range. Casualties are determined
by rolling a D6, the precise number of hits suffered will be the number shown
on this second die.” Von Tschatschke shook and threw a second die. “Hell and
damnation! A paltry 1, so your
Mittauers suffer only one casualty.
Blast!” From the red damask
armchair across the room, General de Latte interrupted his host's grumbling.
“I say, von Tschatschke. Might it
be possible to order some breakfast?
Perhaps some food might get me back on my feet.”
“Already done, old crochet hook, already done. Should be ready about the time we finish
calculating your own artillery effects. Hope you’re hungry, what?”
responded de Latte, somewhat puzzled. “Oh,
yes. Famished might be a more accurate
description. Now, I’m
going to fire my red battery closest to Eispicke Village at the Jaegers therein.
My two guns are 24"-25" from the center house, containing eight jaegers.” He dropped a couple of blue dice into his own
velvet-covered cup, shook it a few times and threw them onto the table. “I
rolled a 3 and a 6. Now, let’s roll for
casualties. Ha! I rolled another 6. At long range this becomes a three and due to
the targets being under cover, this is halved again. 1.5. Rounding up, this
becomes 2 casualties for your jaegers. Phew,
what a palaver!”
General de Latte's "Red Battery" fires on the Stollenian Jaeger zu Fuss, cut-off but holding out for the moment in Eispicke Village.
matter, my dear de Latte. I’d written those
poor chaps off already, a consequence of being caught well forward of my front
line, I’m afraid. It happens in war, you know. Can't be helped." Returning to his seat,
de Latte nodded weakly and continued.
the remainder of my artillery is within range of the von Laurenz chaps and can
draw a line of sight, then fire away. All
four guns. . .” he began before General von Tschatschke cut him off.
but the remainder of your artillery is
35"-37" from my Von Laurenz musketeers," noted von Tschatschke with
more than a hint of triumph in his voice adding, “and you have all sorts of friendly
infantry and cavalry between your guns and my musketeers. Isn't firing
largely by line of sight?”
“Let’s leave it at that then,” said de Latte. “Didn’t
you say something about breakfast though?”
old ironing board. It has just gone half
twelve,” replied von Tschatschke.
“Never mind all
of that,” said de Latte impatiently, “what are we having? I’m ravenous.
bacon, and toast with 90-second eggs,” said General von Tschatschke.
“Oh. 90-second eggs you say?” All at once, de Latte’s enthusiasm for food drained
eggs,” answered von Tschatschke.
“Whatever is the matter?”
“Oh, um. .
. Suddenly I don’t think I feel that
well after all. Excuse me for a moment.” General de Latte stood abruptly and listed
sharply to the right as though he were on deck in heavy seas, stumbling from
the drawing room toward the main hall.
“De Latte? De Latte!” thundered General von Tschatschke,
“I say! De Latte, you’re looking about
as green as that tabletop!”