Both battalions of the Italian 6th Regiment stand ready for battle, resplendent in their white coats with green facings and red cuff highlights. Whether marching in column or forming up for a desperate defense, they bring a distinct Napoleonic flair to the tabletop. From the Voltigeurs in bearskin colpacks to the wounded drummer keeping pace, each miniature captures the character of these French-allied soldiers.
Progress continues on my French Corp up next the Italian 6th Regiment, Somewhere in Spain...
Marshal Jean-de-Dieu Soult surveyed the battered remnants of his corps from the heights above Oporto, the morning mist still clinging to the Douro like a ghostly shroud. The retreat from Portugal had been an unrelenting test of endurance, a march through rain-soaked valleys and mountain passes where every step was dogged by relentless British pursuit and the merciless bite of starvation.
Sturmtrupp Falke was once the pride of the Fallschirmjäger, their name whispered with both awe and fear across the battlefields of Europe. Forged in the fires of Crete, where they earned their reputation as elite shock troops, they were the spearhead of the German airborne forces. But the victory on that sun-scorched island came at a steep cost. The toll of Crete is evident in their ranks—men who once moved with the precision of a well-oiled machine now bear the weight of their losses, both in comrades and in spirit.
"Somewhere in Spain, 1811—The rhythmic thunder of cannon fire echoes through the valley, sending plumes of smoke curling into the dry Iberian air. The Polish gunners, their czapkas adorned with the white eagle of their homeland, work with the precision of veteran soldiers. Exiled from their own country, they now fight for France—knowing that every shot fired against Wellington’s forces brings them one step closer to reclaiming Poland."
