The British advance is parried by dogged Colonial firing lines
...watched by their CinC.
|"Glad that's not me out there."|
|"Away the lads"|
|"Blimey, where's everyone gone?"|
|Oh, I think we've won|
The French advance to the rear. Both wings have collapsed and the redcoats are still coming. Still plenty survive to fight another day.
Thanks to Alan C. for the use of his fine figures and for wearing a tie to a wargame...puts the rest of us slobs to shame.