What an eventful, and slightly crazy, first hour. Though making progress, the French are taking grievous losses to artillery fire -- mainly, but not only, from the Bagration Fleches. Their 12-hex range "Positional" artillery, the 27-18-9 guys, are killers. The French have lost a number of artillery increments to "ricochet" without ever having had a chance to unlimber. When that artillery chit is drawn, you can't help but wince a little.
Here's the overall situation:
The action is taking place in 3 sectors: Borodino, III Corps and the Fleches. Let's have a look at Borodino first.
THE BATHHOUSES ARE CLOSED!
By rule, Infantry deployed in Skirmish formation must Retreat Before Assault. This spells trouble in a congested area like Borodino. After one of these retreats, the assaulting unit must advance and can, if there is a unit in front of it, declare that it is assaulting again. This led to multiple retreats and advances. This French battalion advanced all the way through the town and across the river, driving skirmishers before it. It is about to get a snootful of canister, though. Inside the orange square is one of those brutal 27 FP arty units. That'll be a 27:6 shot, +2 columns right, or -- gulp! -- 6:1. "Say 'ello to my little friend!"
Red lines show French advances, light blue is a repulse along the steep bank, and yellow are Russian retrograde movements. Er, I mean "advances to the rear."
NOT OUT OF THE WOODS YET
III Corps is just beginning to come to grips with the enemy. Skirmishers exchange fire. The artillery slogs through the rough terrain. Marshal Ney, now Activated, will be bringing the rest of the III next turn.
ARE YOU SURE IT'S NOT TIME FOR A COLORFUL METAPHOR?
|The brown lines show where some units have taken shelter in a gully.|
Just as in the real battle, General Compans, leader of the 5th Division, goes down with a wound. But, hey, a little shrapnel in the head never hurt anybody. He'll be back in an hour.
But in the meantime, the 5th is nothing more than a Russian pinata. (A little cultural appropriation there, methinks). General Rapp, an ADC from Napoleon's staff, takes command (as he did historically). He's an excellent leader, so I think it's just about "go-time" for the 5th. (Davout, now also Activated, is bringing up the rest of the I Corps, too.)
Earlier in the turn, the route through the woods to the flank of the Fleches was opened by a squadron of lancers. Desperate times call for desperate measures. Here's how it went down.
LANCING A RUSSIAN BOIL
Having last turn retreated before assault, this Russian Jaeger finds his hind end hanging out in midair. Something like that is hard to miss, and these Lancer's eyes light up like full moons. (Get it?) "Le Charge!!" they cry.
The Rooskies could have done a number of things, but they attempt to form square, which fails. This is actually a good thing, because the battalion "disrupts" back into the brush. The Lancers strike, but in the rugged terrain they are repulsed.
The French are calling this a moral victory, however, if not a decisive one. The path to the Fleches Flank is now open.
It is now 7AM. The Russians should have a nice response coming in the next hour.
Until then, don't take any wooden rubels!