Napoleonic Wargame Club (NWC)

All Coalition officers are welcome to check out my Dennewitz strategy post on The Coalition Arms forum. I am posting screenshots every 10 turns. My hope is that it will help you with your planning when you go to play the Historical battle scenarios.

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Generalfeldmarschall Wilhelm Prinz Peters von Dennewitz

3. Husaren-Regiment, Reserve-Kavallerie, Preußischen Armee-Korps

Honarary CO of Garde-Ulanen Regiment, Garde-Grenadier Kavallerie

NWC Founding Member

For Club Games: I prefer the Single Phase mode of play. I prefer to play with the following options OFF:

MDF, VP4LC, NRO, MTD, CMR, PR, MIM, NDM, OMR (ver 4.07)

Hey, Colin. I will trade you the password to the Coalition Arms so you can read Bill's tactical secrets if you will send me the password to Pierre's Tavern so I can read yours.

Since you outrank me, I think you should send me the password to Pierre's first......

Pierre's Tavern! All you'll probably find in there are a bunch of French dandies discussing what's the best perfume to wear while being dispatched with a salad fork or exchanging snail recipes.

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Field Marshal Mark Nelms

How secret can a strategy be if it is:

"Turn tail and run!!!"

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Indeed I will have you know Field Marshal Nelms that I have the finest cologne from the fashion houses of paris to ensure offactory pleasure for all.

As regards the Pierre's password - its my pleasure to provide it

Here it is....

wwwjoinfrancedotcom

Helga please bring some perfume for Marshal Nelms I can smell horse on him.
Oh and some of my Chateau Margaux for the officers at this table as well. The 1789 is a good year.

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Marechal Knox

Prince d'Austerlitz et Comte d'Argentan
Ordre national de la Légion d'honneur

"What is history but a fable agreed upon"

So easily you trade superior knowledge. I will be happy to bleed Colin dry once we both get time to rendezvous at Dennewitz ... I will match my superior knowledge against his superior perfume any day!

(We Prussians smell bad which is partly why the French run, rout, desert, abandon ship so easily)

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Generalfeldmarschall Wilhelm Prinz Peters von Dennewitz

3. Husaren-Regiment, Reserve-Kavallerie, Preußischen Armee-Korps

Honarary CO of Garde-Ulanen Regiment, Garde-Grenadier Kavallerie

NWC Founding Member

For Club Games: I prefer the Single Phase mode of play. I prefer to play with the following options OFF:

MDF, VP4LC, NRO, MTD, CMR, PR, MIM, NDM, OMR (ver 4.07)

Only part of what you said is true:
yes the Prussians smell bad... But if the French use perfume it's to cover that smell and continue the fight.

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Général David Guegan

3ème Régiment de Grenadiers - Bataillon d'élite du 3ème Légère
2ème Brigade
Grenadiers de la Réserve
Réserve
La Grande Armée
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"From the sublime to the ridiculous is but a step."
Napoléon Bonaparte

Military justice is to justice what military music is to music.
Groucho Marx

I suppose if General Knox had actually sent me the French password, I would have been honor bound to reciprocate but, in truth, I was certain that would never occur. I suspect that the good English Field Marshall is correct about the conversations in Pierre's Tavern in any case.

I am, however, certain that there are no salad forks in Pierre's Tavern. No doubt the hapless French officers residing within are forced to eat their snails, slugs, and whatever other sundry mollusks they can find with nothing but their fingers. Why just the other day, as I was finishing a meal, I set my empty plate and fork aside, coincidentally placing it closer to a senior French officer who was having a conversation at the next table over. Noticing my actions, the Frenchman casually glanced over and spied the discarded utensil. His gaze immediately locked upon the fork and I watched with the very deepest amusement as he began to sweat and tremble, the color completely draining away from his visage. Never taking his eyes off the fork, he tried to speak, and with the greatest difficulty did finally manage to utter but a single word. "N....N....Ne....Ne..........Nelms!" was all he could say before the stress became too great for his delicate constitution. To my sheer delight, the poor Frenchmen fainted dead away. Fortunately for him, two of his comrades caught him before he fell and cracked his skull on the hard, tavern floor. They quickly whisked him outside where he could recover in the fresh, cool air, both of them casting worried glances at my discarded plate and the offensive utensil still resting upon it. In truth, I believe they were as relieved to distance themselves from the device as they were concerned for their friend's well being. In essence, a mere salad fork caused all three to execute the most common of French tactics, to turn tail and run.