'Bugger', says Saxe-Peste.
(Below) The remaining Rotenburg infantry destroys the charging regiment of Fenwickians. However, the supporting enemy infantry close in and begin volley fire. Saxe-Peste's only remaining option is to drink more brandy in the hope that he can multiply his existing forces by seeing double.
(Below) As the battle ends, all that remains of the Rotenburg right wing are the two surviving cavalry regiments, the general, and his barrel of booze.
(Below) The results are predictable: outnumbered two to one, the last of the Rotenburg foot on this wing are broken by enemy fire. The general becomes tired and emotional, not least because, with the rout of his last infantry regiment in this portion of the field of battle, Saxe-Peste now constitutes the whole of the Rotenburg infantry line here. Alas for the Landgravate's forces, all of the units that have routed on the right seem to have been very popular fellows, and so, as this last unit disintegrates, the morale of the Rotenburg army finally collapses!
On the other flank, nothing at all has happened for the entire battle! (Below) The Rotenburg troops positioned there spend the battle playing word games (which doesn't take them much time at all), and scratching their sores (which does). Eventually, the distressing sounds of the appalling defeat unfolding on their other flank induces these troops to make a discrete exit from the battlefield.
Their morale broken, the Rotenburg army streams from the field. Marshal Cavendish has won a major victory for the imperial cause! It is a dismal outcome for Saxe-Peste. Four infantry regiments, and one of cavalry, have been broken, and his barrel of brandy is also empty. On the Fenwickian side, their regiment of mercenaries has been broken - but nobody cares about them. Two infantry and one cavalry regiments have also been lost; but one of the remaining cavalry regiments has gained sufficient experience for it to be promoted to Elite. None of the notables on either side leave: Sir Thomas Burgess, for example, is induced to remain in imperial service with the gift of a small pot plant and a promise not to publish the eye-witness accounts of his nocturnal teenage frolics with an under-age bonsai tree. Sensibly, no additional notables decide to join either of the belligerents.
Having defeated the Rotenburgers, Fenwick is now in full control of the Bishopric of Schrote, and the imperial troops have further burnished their reputation as the 'Spartans of Mittelheim'! Arroo!
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