Groeninghumpe, the Ninth!

One the Wurstburp right, the process of attrition continues. (Below) Volley fire routs another unit of Zentan irregulars; but the Djivileks also manage to shoot into rout the unit of ex-Jacobites that are hanging around in front of the woods. There is now quite a gap in the Zentan line. (Below, right) The Albanians are now out of command, and more-or-less useless. So, no change there, then.

On the other side of the battle, Bulbous has been closing in with his irregular cavalry. The Zentan infantry have also been taking pot-shots at the Wurstburp horse. 

General Unpronunski realises that unless he takes some decisive action, his mounted troops will simply be skirmished to death. 'Death by Zentan' is a slow and ignominious way to go. At the general's order, Wustburp trumpets gurgle, and Unpronunski's horsed regiments commit themselves to a do or die attempt to smash the Zentan light troops. 

Now the battle begins to reach what might be called, in anywhere but Fenwick, its climax. (Above) Fitzbadlie's Cavallerie charge the enemy with a loud 'hurrah!' Their attack is helped by the fact that their Zentan adversaries suddenly begin to falter!

(Below)  At the same time, Baggins' Horse charges forwards in an attempt to drive off the enemy infantry. Nothing if not ambitious, the cavalry take on two units of Zentan irregular infantry.

It is a bold and desperate gamble! (Below) In charging forwards, the Wurstburp cavalry are exposing their flanks to other Zentan regiments. Robert de Casside, the notable serving with the Wurstburp army, takes a worried look at the enemy irregulars hovering to his left. A practical man, he joins the Wurstburp cavalry in their charge, but not before updating his life insurance.

(Below) As it turns out, the results are mixed: which is certainly a triumph by Zentan standards, The Fitzbadlie's ride down their opposition, scattering and routing them. But Baggins' Horse, the hairy-footed half-wits, are worsted and rout the field!

Emboldened, General Bulbous decides that it's time to really commit to offensive action. Wurstburp casualties mean that their army morale is now low, and the loss of only a unit or two more might seal a Zentan victory. 'Charge! Charge!' orders the general. With the thunder of hooves and the mewling of riders, the Zentan light cavalry are now committed en masse to the fray! The battle enters its final act! Thank the lord.