The Freihusaren swept down on the French in the traditional uncontrolled hussar fashion just like wolves. Most of the French saw them coming and turned back in time but quite a number were sabred badly.
As the French were now fleeing as fast as they could away from the onslaught and recognising the perils of uncontrolled pursuit Friedrich turned to Mariusz to call the rally. It took three attempts before everyone seemed to respond.
As Friedrich watched his troops rallying back to the ridge line the scout drew up alongside “Thank you for your intervention Sir”
“Ilse?” and turned to look at her.
“Friedrich” then Ilse burst into laughter
“What’s so funny?”
“Your new moustache, it doesn’t suit you at all and…”
“It’ll tickle when I kiss you” and did so before Friedrich could react. “Thank you for my rescue”
“Excuse me Sir” shouted Lieutenant von Zendabrau.
“Yes Otto, how are the men?”
“Only a couple of minor wounds, however Seamus O'Malley is missing, he was last seen chasing after the French.” We managed to kill four of the Frenchmen and wound a number of others before they escaped”
“Hmm, that means he’s probably been captured by the French”
“Friedrich, who are these men?”
“They are my FreiHussaren, pledged to defend Frundsberg, I am now a Major in the army.”
“So they are all nobles and do they know what the French might do if they are captured?”
“They all understand the risks they are taking and what might occur if that happens”
“Well I may be able to help, if you can take these dispatches back to General Wurst urgently”
“Certainly, but what can you do?”
“I have ways, aufweidersehen Friedrich”