The Dawn of Prussia II: The Hand You're Dealt

When we last looked in on my Prussians, they had quickly nabbed the provinces of Saxony and West Prussia, a severe blow to the Polish war effort.  Sharing a mutual enemy, Austria and myself hammered out an alliance, joining our fortunes.  With Saxony in Prussian hands, I could rest easier.  I now had a heartland that could supply the growing needs of the war in the east.  After the shelling that it had endured, it was going to need at least a turn to repair the city and get basic government functioning again.  My western army was ordered to remain garrisoned there for fear of the citizenry rioting if left to their own devices.  Law and order was established with legendary Prussian efficiency, and after the militia was organized the army departed for the eastern front.  On their way east, the officers made certain that there was ample time for a triumphal parade through Berlin.  After a raucous hero's welcome, they resumed hoofing it east, hugging the Baltic Sea coast-road.

Preview - Wargame: European Escalation

Wargame: European Escalation is an upcoming title from Eugen Systems, the people who brought you Act of War: Direct Action, one of the the highest rated RTS titles of 2005, and R.U.S.E, a multi-platform release (including console; I know, just put down your pitchforks for a moment) which has been generally well received.


Wargame is attempting to build on the concept of a large, open-map style RTS that we first saw displayed in all it's glory in the games predecessor, R.U.S.E.  In an interview with RTS Guru, Eugen Systems Creative Director Alexis Le Dressay spoke on some of the influences of Wargame:

The Hornet's Nest

--Sunrise--

Reveille had already been called, morning roll call attended, and most men had already set to frying up some salted pork for breakfast.  A few scattered regiments, most of them new to battle --fresh units that had arrived after Fort Donelson-- were drilling off in the distance.  What ignorant bugler was playing revellie again?  Was he deaf? Maybe dumb. Both, most probably.  An officer was debating with himself,  --as he did most every morning-- deciding whether or not he should bother shaving.  He sighed. He'd rather save the water for his canteen and deal with the itch. An artillerist was just about to worm the bore of his crew's gun again when he heard a familiar, low, rumbling far away.  Every veteran ear in camp perked up.  Sergeants shouted orders, Colonels climbed onto their mounts; most men just grabbed their cartridge pouches and slung them on.  Before the green men knew what to ask, a battery opened fire, plastering the camp with shot and shell.