Gnnnn!

Charge! There are eleven hussars trying to break in! There are six grenadiers on the ground floor, along with their commander, Colonel Kluck und Gluck! The colonel looks to the possibility of help from his men upstairs. Sadly, however, having had the benefit of them shooting from the windows, they are too far away to intervene immediately in the coming fight.

The Nabstrian troops rush the doors and windows of the town hall!

The hussars attack furiously! One grenadier falls dead!
The grenadiers attack savagely! Three hussars fall dead!
The grenadiers must test their morale first - they pass!

First squadron must test! It fails and recoils!
Third squadron must test! It fails, and recoils shaken!

'Hurrah!' cries Kluck. 'Confound it!' cries Pfanenstiel.
There are now ten little lead Nabstrian bodies strewn around the streets of Schrote.

Along with the poignant sound of the Mittelheim’s smallest violin, the retreating Nabstrians hear stirring cries of “G for Gelderland!” and “Gott Straffe Nabstria!”, rather tarnished by calls from Grenadier Pinkmann of 'Yo! Come at me bro!' and 'Yeah, you know how to run, bitches!'