Above, General von Tschatschke's battery opens up on the enemy hussars and infantry. "Looks like we have some artillery fire and musketry to resolve this turn, old pineapple!" cracked General von Tschatschke from the bottom of his brandy snifter . "I suppose you're right, confound it," was the best General de Latte could muster through the haze of heavy blue cigar smoke that hung over the gaming table. "But these are damn fine Cubans, what? Now, explain to me again how all of this works. I'm afraid," he added, motioning to his empty brandy snifter, "that I've had too much of this stuff!" Half of von Tschatschke's Leib (Grand Duchess Sonja's Own) Grenadiers unleash a volley on General de Latte's dangerously close 11th Hussars. "Certainly," replied von Tschatschke. "My battery of two guns fired on your Mittau Volunteers and hussars. The right-hand gun failed to find it's range at 20&qu