A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Cathedral, the Fourth!

Meanwhile, Karlotte's situation begins to resolve itself. Her guard stands, nervously, clutching a milk pail, whilst the dangerous Frau idly handles his weapon. As it were.

'You wouldn't shoot a man with his own musket would you?' the guard asks hopefully.
'Oh no', says Karlotte. 'Of course I wouldn't shoot a man with his own musket. But I might kick him in his goolies, hit him over the head with his musket, and then give him 20 schillings'.
'Hmm', muses the sentry philosophically. 'That would feel a lot like being married. Except for the money, of course'.

'On that note', continues Karlotte, 'I have an apology to make'.
'Oh really', says the guard, 'why?'

Karlotte's leg flashes out - there is a squelch, a high whine from the sentry, and then a thwack as she hits him over the head with the musket. The fellow crumples.
'Yes, sorry', says Karlotte sadly. 'I was lying about the money'.
She throws the musket onto the supine form of the sentry, picks up her bucket, and heads back to the wood.

In the patch of wood, horn in hand, corporal Schulz creeps up on the other Gelderland sentry. He pauses momentarily, conflicted. The jager in him wants to slit the fellows throat, rifle through his pockets, and steal his hat; the musician in him wishes to provide some tense incidental music, a dramatic action-oriented flourish, and then sombre music suitable for a moving death scene; whilst the Nabstrian in him wants to scream unmanfully and run off. In the event, he compromises: with an unmanly scream, he brains the sentry successfully with his musical instrument.

The rest of the jager are still back in the first copse, waiting to advance. Suddenly, they hear a strange gurgle emanate from the copse ahead of them.

'Was that an owl?' asks captain Hugo Von Stumpe.

'No sir', says sergeant Rabin Steiner. 'Perhaps it was some other kind of bird?'
'A swallow, perhaps?' says corporal Ulfric Sander, speculatively.
'Do swallows make that sort of sound', asks Steiner.

'European or African?' replies Sander.

'I don't know', says the sergeant. 'Are there any coconuts lying around?' 
At this very point in time, the other sentries (above) have both turned to their right, meaning the rest of the jager are now firmly out of their line of vision.
'Go, go, go!' whispers the captain hoarsely.

Scurrying forwards, they make their way across the open ground, heading towards colonel Ziegler.