Owing to fairly massive scenery preparations for our forhtcoming Borodino game, which appear to have taken over Matt, the HoH's genial propreitor's house and garage, as well as most of the shop, we were constricted to a 10' x 6' table, a mere handckerchief by our usual standards!
|The Anglo Dutch. The allied contingent here represented by the gallant 27th Dutch Jagers, of Quatre Bras fame, and Stevenaart's Battery in the left foreground.|
|'Raise high the Black flags, my Children!'|
|'They came on in the same old way...'|
Intial French infantry attacks were beaten back easily enough, the British Infantry enjoying a 'Sharpshooter' attribute which allowed them to reroll a miss every time.
The French adapted by a well coordinated use of their remaining light cavalry regiments to force the British infantry into square, and were then able to lauch a series of infantry assaults into those squares, assaults which had all the odds in their favour....
However, the dice gods were not with the Emperor this day, and none of these attacks succeeded, and the British squares held out against both cavalry and infantry.
Meanwhile, across the other side of the battle at Placenoit, our newcomer Richard, despite being less than mobile owing to a Rugby injury (Union I'm glad to say, made me feel quite homesick!) was doing a sterling job of defending Placenoit against the flowing Prussian tide.
|Into the muzzles of the guns...|
|Shooting them in...Teutonic dice by Nero Gaming Dice.|
Thus the 10th (Prince of Wales's Own) Hussars, the 6th (Princess Charlotte's) Light Dragoons (a fictional unit from the Hervey books), the Brunswick Hussars, AND the 6th Inniskillen Dragoons manoeuvered against the flank of a hapless French infantry Bde....
|'Get yer bleedin arm up O'Rourke!'|
Whilst you might expect this mass of horseflesh to have put paid to the French Infantry Bde that it was attempting to charge in the flank, by dint of a little foresight by the French team, they managed to form a credible defence and held off the attack, but at least the hard pressed allied line gained some respite...
By now the French team were getting frustrated, and only had a few more game turns left. But to their credit, they calmly took stock, and marshalled their forces to mount a third wave of attacks, these being even better coordinated than before, so that each assaulting Battalion was given the maximum amount of supporting units to its flanks and rear...
|'Remember England men! Remember England!'|
'Thats the way Sir! Thats the way...'
|'Enfin...enfin...La Victoire et a nous!'|
So more by good luck than judgement, the glorious allies managed to keep history to its true course, dependent as always, of course, on our steadfast lead and plastic soldiers:
|Stand by your Colours, Lads!|