Ziegler's Headquarters: Day One, 9.10am

Ziegler's force passes by Wiffel Farm. The Wiffel family stand outside, looking mildly surprised that the invaders haven't burnt it, and cursing themselves for taking out the new-fangled financial notion of 'insewerants'. Though acknowledging that he is far from an expert in military matters, Herr Wiffel still feels that the enemy raiders probably haven't quite grasped all of the important nuances of being, well, enemy raiders. Ziegler's force then crosses Wiffel Bridge

It would seem that Lord Pfanenstiel has been setting a hot pace for his troops, for in its bold rush forwards towards Schrote town, his unit has suffered some straggling, a problem evident by a few of the exhausted hussars encountered along the route. 

Suddenly, there comes the faint sound, no doubt several miles to the east, of the unmistakable sound of musketry. 'Hmm...', says Ziegler to no one in particular. 'I did not expect to meet resistance so early in our march. Well, either Pfanenstiel will cut through the enemy skirmish screen or he’ll be back here pretty quick with his tail between his legs! Onwards! Let’s us see what is ahead!'