It was a brisk spring afternoon when the Prussians attacked my Easternmost City before the repaired from the previous attack were complete. I defend the breach in the wall via Mines from the Skirmishers followed by the defending "peasants" with the final line by the Heavy Infantry. It was my hope that as the enemy would surge towards the breach, my Light Cavalry and Horse Artillery would leave through the back door and then proceed to cackle with glee as the grapeshot turned their army into a fine red paste.
All was going to plan. The enemy surged the gap, the mines weakened their resolve, and the Peasants were dying by the score (the town was getting pissy so I thought a good culling was in order). As the cavalry/artillery force was getting into position, two-thirds of their Heavy Infantry wanted to be polite and decided to say hello. I charged my Light cavalry into their flanks in an attempt to condense their forces... never seen my lovely and experienced ponies die so quickly. As the enemy infantry resumed their charge on my still mobile artillery, I swore I heard the computer snickering at my most certain doom.
As my doom approached the charging mass suddenly stopped some five meters from the muzzles of my Cannons. They reformed and started to take potshots at the defenders on my wall. Thankfully the artillery was more attentive than me, for I was stunned by the situation. My cannons spewed fiery death into the masses and started a neigh total route. My cackling recommenced.
As I was gloating, their general fled strait towards my cannons. My cannons automatically adjusted their aim, and fired... right when the jagoff was in the middle of my artillery line. Their general was obliterated in the crossfire, along with all five of my artillery. At that point, the enemy regained their nerves, and wiped my weakened forces off the face of virtual earth.
My apologies at not knowing the units correct names.
