Is that a Transverse Sap in Your Britches, Or Are You Just Pleased to See Me!

It's more helpings of siege spaghetti all round! (Below) The Vulgarian sappers dig forwards slowly. Clearly of the opinion that second parallel's are just for girls, they seem intent on sapping all the way to the enemy glacis. What they might intend to do there is anyone's business: but it's pretty certain that Vauban wouldn't approve.

Things begin to heat up. Already, as Vulgarians, morally exposed, the sappers also add an equivalent degree of physical exposure as well. (Below) Having zigged when they probably should have zagged, some of the sappers are exposed to enfilade fire from the enemy ravelin and bastions.

The defending artillery miss, of course. But it's the principle that counts: these are sappers, not slappers, and they should know better than to flaunt their dangly bits in full view of the enemy.

Rain falls, slowing down the progress of the attacking forces. But with a few days more effort, the Vulgarian troops seem to be making some additional progress.

(Above, left) The Vulgarians construct a battery emplacement at the end of one of the saps. If they can deploy some guns in this position, then they will be in range to conduct battering fire on the Wurstburp walls. It's all to play for: if you like games that are slow, dirty, and low-stakes, that is. Now would be the time for some decisive action!