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Turn Four in the Battle for Neu Sittangbad: The Melee Resolved. . .

While General de Latte attempts to collect himself and recover from his blinding hangover, the situation for Stollen and General von Tschatschke on the wargaming table has taken a turn for the worse, following the melee at the end of Turn Four.  In short, the Stollenian right flank, while suffering only light casualties, has crumbled. 

Above, you'll observe the flower of the Stollenian Army, the elite Leib (Grand Duchess Sonja's Own) Grenadiers, along with some artillery crew, in full flight toward the relative safety of Neu Sittangbad. 

Disgrace!  The abandoned Stollenian guns are now ripe for the plucking by General de Latte's Mittau Volunteers.

General de Latte's 11th Hussards, while suffering moderate to heavy casualties themselves in the melee that ensued at the close of Turn Four, nevertheless managed to cause considerable panic along the right wing of General von Tschatschke's front line and left a wave of havoc in their wake.  In the photograph above, the remaining hussars manage to rally in the vicinity of Eispicke Village, covered by the Mittau Volunteers.

General von Tschatschke (in pink), "The Flamboyant Silesian," is now faced with an extremely tough command decision to make.  Attempt to regain his lost guns and continue the battle for Neu Sittangbad?  Or make a fighting withdrawal through the town and across the river, blowing the bridge after the last of his army has crossed it?  Tune in for Turn Five to find out!

Comments

Phil said…
Nice photos...
Merci beaucoup Phil!

Stokes
Der Alte Fritz said…
Wait a minute! What happened in the melee - how did the Lieb Garde run away? You've omitted a few important details. More please.

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