On the 4th of September 1939, our motley crews join battle again, this time on the Northern bank of the River Warta near Poznan. German mobile forces try to secure the bridge over the river so that the 8th Army has an extra crossing point. Polish Cozaky units are close by and are ordered to hold the bridge at all costs. Both mobile forces race on the battlefield, all trying to snap up as many key positions as possible. The German and Polish units divide the Northern towns between them, the Germans get to the bridge first while the Cozaky take possession of the dominant hill. Another contingent of Polish cavalry ride out towards the bridge, trying to get a foothold in the hamlet that covers the bridge and thus sealing the German defenders off from possible German reinforcements.

And sure enough, at one in the afternoon those German reinforcements arrive, punctually as usual. Immediately the German officer dispatches his AT power to the Northern German occupied village, and sends the rest of his troops to relieve the bridge. However, Polish cavalry get to ambush the AT column while still in sight of the Major and this action forces his hand a bit. He decides to half his relieving force and to deal with those pesky hillside Cozaky once and for all. Just north of the hills, a bloody fight ensues that soon draws in all the units of both sides in the near vicinity.

In the mean time, Lt Jung and his troops try to reach the village at the bridge, but accurate artillery fire break up this column fairly quickly, and the advance stops dead. The Polish Cavalry Major sees in this his chance to redeem himself after screwing up 3 days earlier! He charges, once again leaving his strong defendable position in the hamlet open. This unhoped for situation was a godsend for the German Armored Cars as they can now relieve the bridge without having to fire a shot. The Polish Pulkownik curses his rash Major and orders every untied unit and leader towards the bridge. Por. Kowalski and Lubanski respond and with their troops, they attack the riverside hamlet to regain the just lost positions.

At this point, the Polish situation looks very bleak, all their troops are involved in combat, being very vulnerable to direct and indirect fire. And then Lady Luck decides to fart in the general direction of the Germans! It all starts with the untimely death of the German Major at the foot of the hill. Within minutes the German morale tumbles and the Cozaky have a field day running down the fleeing invaders. At the bridge, an all out Polish attack succeeds in driving of the German defenders, although at terrible costs. Several leader casualties are suffered, in particular, Lt Nutzlos, the replacement for the much lamented Lt Hartmann, gets seriously wounded. Adding insult to injury, Lt Jung is never able to regroup his units and the Germans lose a lot of key positions. The Poles end the battle on a high note, so much so that Por. Lubanski earns himself a much deserved Cross of Valor, the first medal of the campaign!

At battle end, the German force is in tatters and almost all key positions are in Polish hands, with these numbers as a result: German VP: 14 Polish VP: 62

A resounding Polish victory that pretty much evens up the campaign so far, although that the Polish commander should burn a few candles to thank the Gods of Fortune.