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Monday, 23 December 2019
Sunday, 8 December 2019
The Battle of the Holzberg 2
A feint chance of success
As the Prussians advanced, the Holzberg massif seemed to loom ever larger. Only the line of Silesian riflemen going on ahead could be seen by the massed ranks at the foot of the hill.
Driberg trotted up and down in the rear, urging on his men.
Moments later the cannon began to fire. First blood was to the Prussians against the Vistula Lancers on the French right. To the horror of the Polish troopers, their beloved commander, Marshal Murat, was also struck down.
Retribution was swift. In almost the same instant, the elite Prussian Garde du Corps was hit by the French Artillerie a pied de la Garde.
But it was the slaughter of the 13e Légère in the forest which was the most shocking. As Quiestil's Chasseurs fled, they were relentlessly cut down by von Lützow's merciless Schwarzen Jäger.
The Grenadiers à Pied, on the other hand, were stopped dead in their tracks by the Prussian Garde zu Fuß and the Russisch-Deutsche Legion.
As the Prussians advanced, the Holzberg massif seemed to loom ever larger. Only the line of Silesian riflemen going on ahead could be seen by the massed ranks at the foot of the hill.
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| Prussian masses: What can you see up there? |
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| Driberg: Up ze Guts, I tell you! |
Realising nothing would divert the Prussians from their course, the Emperor decided to abandon his feint towards the Prussian left and direct everything towards the heights. The Bavarian 4th Line Infantry duly altered their line of march and swerved in behind the Swiss.
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Napoleon (exasperated): For goodness sake, those Prussians are too stupid
to even notice when I'm out manoeuvring them!
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| Murat: If I play dead nobody will blame me for anything this time! |
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| Napoleon: Not so showy now, I think! |
A wavering in the ranks
Not all was well, it seemed, in the Prussian ranks. Wallmoden's men in particular appeared much less keen to advance. Only a few Silesian riflemen had dared to approach the French left.
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| Silesians: We'll just tiptoe up und take a peek! |
No such hesitation appeared to effect the French. The fusiliers of French First Division confidently wheeled into line, strongly supported by cavalry and artillery...
....
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..while on their left, the crack 13e Légère stole into the woods. The Emperor was confident that no-one attempting to pass the western end of the Holzberg could possibly survive First Division's deadly crossfire.
With their flanks secure and with powerful support in the rear, the Swiss swarmed up the slopes of the Holzberg.
Opposing them, the first wave of Prussian infantry also surged up onto the hill
With the enemy now well and truly committed, the Emperor had no hesitation in unleashing his guard. Pressed together and unable to manoeuvre, the Emperor had no doubt whatsoever that the raw Prussian levies would be swiftly crushed.
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| Napoleon: (Yawn). Come on then, lets get this over with, |
The Ogre strikes
In an instant, the Swiss charged across the hilltop and smashed into the troops opposite. The Prussian 9th Reserve Regiment was sent tumbling down the slopes. The 6th Reserve Regiment following on behind braced for the impact that was sure to follow. Driberg's plans seemed to be in tatters.
With the 45th and the 4th Bavarians also coming on to the hill, the Emperor's echeloned approach was paying dividends. The Prussians on the Holzberg were outnumbered three to two.
At the same time, the 13e Légère prepared to pounce on the unwary Lützowers on the Prussian right.
The decisive moment had arrived. Half the Prussian infantry were on the brink of being overthrown.
Driberg frantically attempted to rally his men.
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| Driberg: It's nutzing, Boys! Ze 9th are only pretending to run avay!!! |
A twist of fate
The fate of all Europe hung in the balance. At this critical moment the Emperor seemed to pause. The colour drained from the scene. He hesitated. Somehow the initiative seemed to be slipping....
As the French in turn seemed to waver, the Prussians infantry let out a mighty "Hurrah!", and charged. The 6th Reserve crashed into the Swiss and sent them pell mell back towards the rear.
Not to be outdone, the 10th Silesians charged headlong into the Bavarians, who recoiled in disorder.
It was as nothing, however, compared to the berserker charge of 2nd Neumark Landwehr. The 45e de Ligne never stood a chance.
The 73rd looked-on aghast.
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| Lyon: Good heavens, Driberg, there'll be nothing left for us! |
La Garde ...stops dead
The Emperor watched in astonishment as his regiments were sent packing in panic towards the rear. Everything now depended on the 67th and the Guard.
The Chasseurs, however, could make no headway whatsoever against the implacable Neumarks.
And the 67th were overthrown in very short order by the invincible 6th Reserve.
Only on the right was there any sort of success when the Leib Hussaren rashly decided to charge the Garde artillery.
The Grenadiers à Pied, on the other hand, were stopped dead in their tracks by the Prussian Garde zu Fuß and the Russisch-Deutsche Legion.
With four regiments effectively destroyed, and only a single battalion on the Holzberg against five of the enemy, the Emperor realised that the game was up.
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| Napoleon: Marbot, the Bulletin is to say: "Having decided on a minor strategic withdrawal..." |
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| Driberg: You see, Zeithen? Straight up ze guts! It never fails! |
And so it came to pass that after only seven turns I had suffered my most stunning defeat to date. My opponent, DF, graciously tried to reassure me that it was the luck of the dice, but it was clear to me that I had been thoroughly out-generaled. When playing M&M one must never disperse one's forces. I expect I will have forgotten this by the next battle...
Yours, chastened
WM
Sunday, 1 December 2019
The Battle of the Holzberg
Last weekend my good friend DF, aka the Baron von Driberg (from whom he descends), came round to duff up my Frenchmen. I decided to try out a new venue on this occasion, which was what we quaintly refer to as the "Games Room" but which is actually a rather dark, basementy affair at the back of the house that has become a general dumping ground for tatty old bits of furniture, obsolete electronics and ancient toys.
It's still used by the lads for gigantic Xbox tournaments and the occasional Warhammer stoush with their mates, but if it is to become the wargames room of my dreams it's going to need much better lighting and some heating. It's absolutely freezing in the winter.
The situation
It is the spring of 1813, and following the French victory at Dappol the Grande Armée has debouched onto the North German Plain. Only a single defensible position, the Holzberg (or La Montenbois, if you're a Frenchman), stands between the Emperor and Berlin. At this critical moment, Marshal Blücher is stricken by psychosis and has to be replaced by an obscure Hanoverian, the Baron von Driberg. The Baron, however, has an uncanny resemblance to the Marshal and it is the fervent prayer of the Prussian royal court that the troops won't notice the difference.
With his focus clearly on the Holzberg, the Baron massed his army on the right facing the hill
To protect his flank, however, the Baron cunningly positioned his elite cavalry behind the woods on the left. There's no point in having them shot up prematurely, he thought.
Two divisions were placed in the centre, consisting of three regiments of landwehr and resevists, bolstered by the Russisch-Deutsche Legion, the 1st Silesians and the Foot Guards.
On the right marched Wallmoden's redcoats and the sinister black mass of the Lützowsches Freikorps. Wallmoden himself, however, hadn't bothered to turn up and Driberg was far from certain he could rely on these freebooters and foreigners.
Meanwhile, the Emperor had arrayed his forces facing the southern slopes of the Holzberg. With his Guard beside him he was confident of sweeping all before him.
The advance would be led by the Franco-Swiss-Bavarian division on the right, generously supplied with artillery.
On the left was arrayed the 1st Division with the crack 13e Légère holding the place of honour on the flank. Would they try to envelop the enemy, or march straight for the Holzberg?
In the second line in the centre stood the infantry of the Guard. Driberg eyed them nervously through his telescope. What was that Corsican devil planning?
The Battle is Joined
With his famously blood-curdling battle cry, Driberg signalled the Prussian Army to advance.
The Emperor shot a glance at his marshals, who also started to move.
All Europe trembled......
To be continued
WM
It's still used by the lads for gigantic Xbox tournaments and the occasional Warhammer stoush with their mates, but if it is to become the wargames room of my dreams it's going to need much better lighting and some heating. It's absolutely freezing in the winter.
The situation
It is the spring of 1813, and following the French victory at Dappol the Grande Armée has debouched onto the North German Plain. Only a single defensible position, the Holzberg (or La Montenbois, if you're a Frenchman), stands between the Emperor and Berlin. At this critical moment, Marshal Blücher is stricken by psychosis and has to be replaced by an obscure Hanoverian, the Baron von Driberg. The Baron, however, has an uncanny resemblance to the Marshal and it is the fervent prayer of the Prussian royal court that the troops won't notice the difference.
With his focus clearly on the Holzberg, the Baron massed his army on the right facing the hill
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Driberg: I vant no nonsense zis time - it's straight onto ze hill und
bash up anybody who tries to knock us off it!
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| Troopers (outraged): Ve're going to be left behind by the ze footplodders!!!! |
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| Driberg: Foot Guards, shoot anyvun trying to run for it!!! |
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| Driberg: Ze less said about zat lot, ze better! |
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| Napoleon: Just look at that miserable Prussian rabble. We'll be in Berlin by teatime. |
On the left was arrayed the 1st Division with the crack 13e Légère holding the place of honour on the flank. Would they try to envelop the enemy, or march straight for the Holzberg?
In the second line in the centre stood the infantry of the Guard. Driberg eyed them nervously through his telescope. What was that Corsican devil planning?
The Battle is Joined
With his famously blood-curdling battle cry, Driberg signalled the Prussian Army to advance.
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| Driberg: Up ze Guts, Prussians! |
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| Napoleon: It's time for buns in Berlin, Lads! |
To be continued
WM
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