I have been off colour for a week now, perhaps a little longer. I'm not desperately ill but definitely not 100%. I seem to tire very easily and can fall asleep at the drop of a hat, and don't get me started with the dizzy spells. Now that in itself is not really interesting and frankly isn't why I'm telling everyone. But what struck me the other morning, [04.30am] was that over the years, wargames rule writers and wargamers in general have agonised over the concept of morale and how to accurately portray the concept that Napoleon attached so much importance.
The Austrians were a mix of conscripts, quality cavalry and grenadiers. In fact I was a little too generous in the corps allocation and allowed? the Austrians the excellent Avant Garde corps of 1809, a good mix of light troops and light cavalry with the skirmish ability plus a hefty combat ability.
For some inexplicable reason I deployed Davout's corps facing three Austrian corps that included the Avant Garde, Grenadiers,and the Cuirassiers. Whilst for some strange reason I deployed Lannes 2nd Corps and my Cuirassier corp facing Steve who had one large but inexperienced Austrian corps. Things went badly from the onset. I was indecisive, unlucky and then reckless in an attempt to rectify the situation. I was like a desperate gambler throwing good money after bad.
Basically my own personal morale had collapsed within a matter of the first couple of hours.
The image below shows my poor decision making which I blame on my personal morale. My corps cavalry of three brigades of Chasseurs unwisely attempted to cross swords with the Austrian Cuirassier brigades.
If that wasn't bad enough I recklessly deployed my two reserve infantry brigades that were in square back into line and advanced? towards the triumphant Austrian cuirassiers!
Don't ask me why. Did I think they would be able to turn back the cavalry? My volleys missed! and the heavies rode up and over the two brigades shattering the corps morale and more tellingly mine. I fully deserved the subsequent beating. I knew I was beaten. My dice throwing was diabolical. I would need sixes, I would throw ones. Eight dice in a melee, no problem, all misses. You get the picture. My personal morale had collapsed.
The result was one of the worst defeats I have ever had. The French were beaten everywhere.
But what became very apparent was that there had been no need for morale rules as my own personal morale had allowed the crushing defeat of my army. So what have I learned from the experience. Stick to historical tactics, don't be generous to one's guests and definitely think about one's deployment when playing Blucher.