It's In The Trees! It's Coming!

Colonel Pfannensteil observes the Widenlau road from the shade of some trees. Sent to deal with a single enemy squadron that had been seen in the vicinity, he has found nothing except bucolic countryside and alcoholic picquets. 

Waiting, however, he hears hooves advancing from Schrote. Shifting position, he is able to make out a substantial body of enemy horse advancing up the road. The enemy seems to consist of about six enemy squadrons. He himself has with him the remains of his own hussar regiment. He is probably outnumbered two to one, but the enemy seem oblivious to his presence. He could try and launch an ambush, or he could discreetly withdraw. Hmmm, what to do, what to do ...

At the head of the Vulgarian force, Colonel Rimmer leads his force forwards. He has been sent here to deal with the enemy picquets that were reported to be on this road. But the road is clear, and evidently the information received on the presence of enemy horsemen was wrong. But hang on: what’s that in the … waaaaaagh!

'Chaaaarge! Hussaaaaaaaah!' shouts Pfannenstiel, these really being the only two commands in the hussar drill manual that matter. Having deployed his squadrons in line across the whole length of the wood, he directs each of them to charge into the flanks of two enemy squadrons, aiming to sweep them all away in rout through shock and surprise! The Pfannensteil hussars pour out of the forest!

There is cutting! And slashing! And grunting! The attacking Nabstrians are outnumbered two to one: but they have the advantage of surprise and attacking into flanks! In the initial clash, casualties are about even – but now the defending Vulgarians must test their morale first, with the penalty for surprise! If they break, they’re toast – or at least, some equivalent Vulgarian breakfast consumable!

The result is …