The morning of 17. February 1772 dawned cold and gray with a few inches of crunchy snow on the ground. As his men struggled to rekindle their campfires and gather their arms, General von Tschatschke surveyed the enemy formations across the valley to the north of Neu Sittangbad. He had the lingering thought that his work was cut out for him. What would they say in Krankenstadt if he failed to stop the Zichenauer horde here?
The Anhalt-Zerbst regiment musters in the drill square to sort themselves into platoons and companies during the coming weeks Fall maneuvers if you will. A large dose of real life the last few days with the start of classes next Monday, various preparatory meetings, and finishing up a few other things this week. But, I managed to sort out 60 or so Minden Austrian infantry from the pile and get 'em stuck to temporary painting bases. Must carefully drill out the hands of several NCOs for flagpoles and pole arms this weekend before the usual basecoat. I'm thinking of mixing the usual white gesso with the usual light gray to kill two birds with one stone so to speak. Applying both base- and undercoat in one fell swoop as my grandmother used to say. In the meantime, the recently finished squadron of Saxon cuirassiers has been placed carefully in one of the clear acrylic boxes on my shelves until I have the suitable flag to affix. -- Sto...
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