Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Vile Couchaffe

The Royal Army has once again driven foes from our territory. As our forces approached the eastern frontier they were set upon by hordes of horsemen. It has been reported that more that three fourths of the enemy army was mounted, in addition to a considerable light artillery force which was entirely horse drawn.

Our infantry formed an impenetrable line of muskets with the small border hamlet of goodengooden as an anchor. The cossacks formed up on the extreme left while the Mounted Guards drew up on a defensive hill to the right of the hamlet. It has to be said that despite the force match-up our cavalry generals were feeling particularly valerous. Perhaps this was due to wanting to disprove the enemy's undeserved reputation as cavalry supremos.

The enemy split his force into 3 parts; the main part opposite our cossacks, a paltry force of infantry in his centre and small command of horse opposite our mounted Guards. His artillery was evenly split between the flanks.

Due to the superior mobility of the enemy, Rechtflenker's initial plan was to sit defensively and let the enemy impale himself upon our bayonets. However, the Couchaffers dallied in their advance and Von Krumm of the Horse Guards was unable to resist striking at the isolated force opposite him. Rechtflenker drew the cossacks in behind the infantry line and charged off to lend his support to where the action was. Krussian infantry can look after themselves!

Von Krumm himself was struck down and the Guards were heavily engaged, but our assault won through and the entire enemy left wing was routed without a loss - capturing his artillery in the process - Rechtflenker again living up to his name. The remaining enemy army turned to pursue our victorious Horse Guards, but unable to catch them they quit the field disheartened.

Shunning artillery as the tool of cowards the captured battery has again been melted down and cast into a giant bust of the victorious Rechtflenker, flanked by the valiant Von Krumm.

Grim news indeed comes from the south. The towns and villages of Lichtengrein are being ravaged as the Dreikoller columns rampage unchecked through their lands. To keep his army in being Prince Rupert avoids battle with a skill that would make Fabius Maximus proud. The King has decided that such a state of affairs cannot be allowed to continue. The royal army shall try to teach the rebels a lesson and to bring peace to at least a section of Lichtengrein. The drums of war beat again.

Monday, April 21, 2008

The Eastern Frontier

The Royal army approaches our eastern frontier. Our trusty scouts have penetrated deep into Couchaffe and have tracked their army approaching.

Mixed reports are returning of its composition. One spy reported that it was composed of vast amounts of artillery, but he has since been revealed as a Dreikoller spy and dealt with. The balance of the other reports suggest a well mounted army. This would explain why our cossacks have been unable to find out many details. We will find out soon enough.

The King is not revealing the reasons for these border tensions, but has quashed reports that he is seeking battle meerly to get a measure of his rivals...

Little is known of our eastern neighbours, except for some of their official propaganda extolling their fondness for cheese and comfortable saddles. It is said that their king is a man of intellect who is immersing himself in this new fashion of learning and knowledge. If he truely is a man of reason, he will see the wisdom in offering no resistence to our forces.

Meanwhile, news has reached the court of a large clash in the unfortunate country of Lichtengrein. After being stopped by our Glorious army, the rebels decided that those colourful lands would be easier prey. Unusually for the rebels, they were right! Despite the protestations of fair prince Rupert, they paid scant regard to the rules of civilised warfare and soundly trounced his army. The fair prince has by all reports been badly shaken by the experience and is said to have petitioned the mighty emperor Sam for aid and clarification. He has also dispatched couriers to all the courts in the land with a view to agreeing a new treaty. It remains to be seen whether this Maroubra Convention will have any effect, and whether it will be respected by what pass for rulers in these parts, is anyone's guess.

Tuesday, April 1, 2008

Victory!

The nation breathes a sigh of relief. Our army has met the rebels on the field and managed to better them, if barely. However, The King and the people ask not by what margin, but only for victory. We all feel that this is the start of a glorious military tradition. The rabble has withdrawn in the direction of their capital, with our valorous Cossacks snapping at their heels.

Having helped preserve the army after the previous battle, this time they provided valuable intelligence of the route the Dreikoller army. Driven on with scant caution and inadequate scouting by their commissars, the rebel horde was ambushed on the western plain. The Royal army marched through the night and at dawn plunged straight into the left wing of the Dreikollers.

The breakthrough by the Mounted guard took longer than expected, and it was only with great judgment, courage and luck that our firing line held against the Dreikoller columns. Once the enemy's mounted wing was broken, he lost heart and quit the field.

Among the trophies captured by the victorious army was a battery of experimental howitzers. These are curiosities are currently being re-cast into a 10:1 scale bust of the victorious general's head. It is felt that using the bronze in this fashion will have more impact upon our enemies! Having learned from his cousin's mistakes, General Rechtflenker returned with both a victory and a flesh wound - having been charged by the bloodied remnants of the Dreikoller chevaliers in their frenzied attempt to escape - to earn the King's gratitude and respect.

We have driven off the rebel menace for the moment. His Glorious Majesty predicts that the revolution will implode and that it is time for us to turn our attentions else-where...