Your brilliant soldiers spread out and take cover in the bushes, ditches, behind the trees, firing of haphazard shots at the advancing mass of enemy.
Suddenly, a bugle sounds. It's the enemy hussars! They swarm in on your spread out soldiers, hunting them down like so many rabbits. What doesn't get cut down runs off to the forest - that's what 20th century guerillas would do!
Quite the avant guarde general you are. While your soldiers were running away, your grain cart got captured. Night falls, temperature drops. Enemy squares form a camp, light huge bonfires, feasting on your supplies, with their own left unused in the middle of the fortification. You watch how stupidly they engorge themselves, knowing that you're one brilliant raid from finishing them off. If only those pesky cavalrymen stopped roaming the countryside for few hours! Do they work in shifts?