We left Maj. Vlasov and his men on a sticky wicket. The game had all been in the Lovitznians' favour, with a surprise descent on the old walled town of Brnad. The Lovitznians had kept the initiative from the outset, with The Rattle of Dice (TM, Ross Mac) going their way. The only bright spot for the Maltovians had been the rapid arrival of the artillery and infantry reinforcements. The defenders followed this up by seizing the initiative and bringing the battery into play:
The crash of the guns, and the attacking column (a vulnerable formation) takes casualties, but the Lovitznians' blood is up, and impetus carries them on:
But...horribly...not quite making the gun line!
Meanwhile on the other flank:
The Lovitznian Guard regiment follows up the half regiment of Moldovians who had been beaten back, but rallied, earlier. This time, things were very evenly matched:
and, perhaps 'blown' by their exertions, the Guards retreated.
Things were nasty in the gun line, but the gunners, and their supporting infantry, were fresh, and knew they had nowhere to go if they lost:
So, put the Lovitznian dogs to flight:
All under the eyes of their general - Brig. von Braunlich-Kautsky:
Mindful of his orders that this was supposed to be a quick affair to punish the upstart Maltovians, the Brigadier signals a general withdrawal, covered by his regiment.
Not on Maj. Vlasov's watch! Standing four-square amidst the wreckage of war, Vlasov's view is:
Brnad breathes free!
And, he wonders if his green tunic will soon receive a Cross, or, perhaps, a suitable Order?