April 16th, 1809,21:00 hrs: Captain Toure was eager to hear what GD Wrede would have to say. The matter at hand was grave indeed, what with no certain news of the 3rd Div, and the fact that two enemy battle corps must be across the Isar and prepared to advance northwards on the morrow.
The Captain believed that an accurate assessment of the abilities of the Osterreich Armee to march would be critical to helping the VII Corps plan their defensive actions.
He studied the map most closely, imagining the long columns of Austrian troops stretched out upon the roads. Measuring the distances they would be able to advance in the coming days (yes, days, not just one, but two or more. And how this would be affected by French rearguard actions, compelling the enemy to form battle formations, and thereby slowing their rate of advance down even further.
Toure fully expected the Austrians to be able to reach Pfeffenhausen by mid-day with their lead elements (counted 98 hexes between Weihmichl and Pffenhausen, calculated at 5 hexes movt rate along pike - for cavalry at least, 19.6 turns). But the enemy would be strung out along the pike and not have a fully assembled Corps able to offer battle until the late afternoon.
The fantassins may not be marching down the country roads at this hour of the night, but upon the battle maps within the war councils, markers were being moved by the staff officers as they prepared the plans for the next day operations.
21:30 hrs: The early evening silence was broken by sudden commotion at the edge of a lonely hamlet northwest of Moosburg.
The posted picquet were astonished to have an Austrian squadron appear out of nowhere.
Although no shots rang out, nor sabres clashing, the sound of trumpets split the air, as the garrison was called out.
The Captain of the Bavarian horsemen called out to the Austrians who also seemed surprised at what they had encountered.
"We grant you pardon to leave here back the way you have come. This night let us have respect, as tomorrow will offer plenty of opportunity for us to try and slay one another." He paused before adding, "As the alarm is sounded, your response will be fateful."
Tirailleurs et Dragons!
Hamlet of Altfalterbach, 21:30 hrs:
O'Reilly Chevauxlegers'
Premier-Rittmeister (First Captain) Franz Havel had a reason to curse everything that night. He obviously had not luck.
Yet early morning his squadron lost their regiment in the welter of crossing the Isar.
The whole day was spent in the forced march along waysides of a road filled to its limit with infantry columns and baggage.
They managed to find the regiment at dusk already when their exhausted horses could hardly move, and people stay in their saddles.
But
Oberst (Colonel) von Zechmeister was implacable however. The punishment: instead of resting, Havel's squadron had to go to reconnoitre the road extending to the west along a small, fast running mountain river. As a result, almost a half of his men had left behind, and only sound of the water flow did not allow the rest of them to go astray in the dark and getting lost in hills. Havel himself rode along the hopelessly stretching squadron column and promised to everybody barrels of beer and heaps of sausages in the very first Bavarian village where he intends to stay for the night. The soldiers still found some strength to react positively, and one humorist of the 3rd
Zug (platoon) even wanted to order some busty
Brunnhilde for dessert. But after almost an hour of the marching, when they had espied at last a faint light flickered in the windows, and wind had brought to them the rustic smell of housing - manure and furnace smoke, his brave Czech guys were just in sullen silence, which was a sign of extreme tiredness. Wrapped in their long
Roquelors (overcoats), they were like huge, rufoused birds with hooked "beak" - the crest of their helmets...
Havel stopped the squadron on the road, some 200 meters from the entrance to the village, and sent forward a piquet led by
Wachtmeister (Sergeant), although he did not expect any resistance here. Several minutes passed over intensionly. It was quiet. Only groaned the exhausted horses. It was cold and windy.
Seconde-Rittmeister Benesch rode up to his commander:
- Franz, what are you going to do if there is the enemy? Neither our men nor horses can not fight right now.
- I'm sure, they will not attack us in the dark too. We can not go back. We ought to wait for the morning ...
Before he finished the sentence, the far cry broke the silence: "
Halt! Zuruck!" And hereafter an alarming trumpet signal went off straightway.
- Carabiniers, forward!
Estandartenfuhrer (standard-bearer), back into the midst! - Havel commanded -
Herr Rittmeister, take the squadron back along the road for 100 meters and deploy for battle.
Soon, his picket came tearing down.
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Euer Hochgeboren (Your High Nobleness), some Bavarian troops occupied the village, - Wachtmeister reined his horse, almost bumped up against the Havel's one. - Their officer promised not to haunt us, if we will get out ourselves.
"The Bavarian is bluffing obviously. There is a squadron of them in the village or even less . But who can guarantee that there is nobody behind it," - Premier-Rittmeister Havel thought turning his horse backward - Wachtmeister, retreat! - "Oh, lad, your dessert already got some lucky one!"
