Grosse Katzick, the Third!

Ah, a Zentan cavalry charge! Much the same noise, smell of manure, and risk to life as a Zentan wedding, but without the cake. The Wars of the Gelderland Succession have long and ignoble history of cavalry actions and this one seems likely that it will be about par for the course.

In terms of the smell of manure, much of it actually seems to be emanating from the Nabstrian cavalry, and mostly not from the horses. The worry and nervousness on the part of General Rumpfler's mounted component stems from the fact that, alas, it would seem that they have forgotten their drill manuals, and the problem that, in moving from march column to line, one must do so by turning to the left or right and not by forming straight ahead. 

(Above) This creates rather an untidy situation that leaves the flanks of two of the regiments exposed to enemy attack; and thus, as it were, on a boat journey up manure creek without even a canoe, let alone a viable means of propulsion.

(Below) Luckily, the gurning loons of the Zentan palace cavalry cannot quite reach the Nabstrians in time. Their pace, though slower than General Taras Bulbous might have wanted, is nevertheless more than enough for Imam Fahti, who is left racing some way behind, gasping and heaving like a Mittelheimer forced to handle soap. 

(Below) Having continued to wheel, Colonel Pfannensteil Jr and his cavalry brigade are now at least able to hide their flanks from the Zentans, even if they haven't quite managed to point themselves entirely in the direction of the enemy. But, this being warfare in Mittelheim, one must take what one can get.

Having just failed to catch the Nabstrian cavalry during their pirouettes, (Above) Bulbous orders his cavalry to halt. Instead, he begins to order up the rest of his troops along the whole line of battle. General Rumpfler, recognising that his horsed regiments are now dangerously boxed in, orders Pfannensteil to charge! Thanks to the angles, he can squeeze in two regiments against the lead unit of sipahis. Save for sneaking up on an adversary when they are drugged and tied, this is about as good as it gets in the Wars of the Gelderland Succession.

(Above) Alas! The outnumbered Zentans deploy their cleric to even the odds. Having only just arrived, the Imam's exhortation is perhaps not quite as rousing as he would like, consisting mainly of a few gasps, a loud fart, and then some heaving sounds; but it seems to do the trick! The two Nabstrian regiments are driven back. With the Zentan irregulars now moving up as well, the Nabstrian right is now under considerable pressure ...