LINE COSSACKS

The Line Cossacks (yeoman) are the backbone of every trench company, soldiers hardened not by glory but by endurance. They are shaped by mud that clings to their boots, by frost that bites through patched coats, and by the long silence that stretches between bombardments. Each silence is heavier than the roar of guns, for it carries the weight of waiting, of knowing that the next command may send them forward into fire. Yet they do not waver. With rifles scarred by old campaigns and gear repaired countless times, they advance with the quiet certainty of men defending their own land, their own people, their own memory.
Their strength lies not in individual heroism but in discipline and unity. A single order from the Sotnyk can transform them from a still firing line into a driving wave, a wall of resolve that moves with relentless precision. They are not reckless, nor are they fragile. They are the rhythm of war itself — steady, unyielding, and inevitable. Where others falter, they hold. Where others scatter, they stand shoulder to shoulder, their breath forming clouds in the cold air, their eyes fixed on the horizon that must be defended.
The Line Cossacks are not untouched by suffering. Their faces bear the marks of sleepless nights, their hands the calluses of endless labour, their hearts the scars of comrades lost. Yet these wounds do not break them; they bind them together. Each scar is a reminder of survival, each loss a reason to endure. They know that war is not won in a single charge or a single victory, but in the stubborn refusal to yield ground, in the patient strength of those who remain when the chaos has passed.
When the smoke clears, it is the Line Cossacks who remain — tired, scarred, but unbroken. They do not seek recognition, nor do they demand reward. Their pride is simple: to be the line that holds, the line that does not bend, the line that ensures the company endures. Others may falter, others may retreat, but the Line Cossacks remain, as immovable as the soil beneath their boots.
They are the quiet guardians of the trenches, the living wall between destruction and survival. Their oath is not written in ink but in the mud and frost of the battlefield, in the silence that follows every bombardment. And when asked what sustains them, their answer is as stark and unwavering as their presence:
“We are the line. Others may falter — we do not.”

Fully compatible with Trench Crusade

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The set – “LINE COSSACK X5”, designed by Wargames Crew

The model numbering is based on the order in which they were sculpted to avoid any confusion between the images and the files.

Weapon variations for LINE COSSACK ×5 (YEOMEN):

#1 Bolt rifle, shotgun, semi-automatic rifle
#2 Flamer
#4 Shotgun, SMG, semi-automatic rifle
#7 Grenade launcher, sniper rifle, bolt rifle, semi-automatic rifle
#9 Spear and shield, bolt rifle with bayonet, shotgun with bayonet, optional shield

All heads are interchangeable across all units except for special characters (Sotnyk, nuns, Chaplain, mercenaries).

Overall height up to 37 mm, with a base size of 25 mm.

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