Tuesday, 19 July 2011

Revolting Battle - The End

The British advance is parried by dogged Colonial firing lines
 Colonials stand fast...looks like they may stop 'em
 FIRE!
 The Scots pull back staggered by shot. The drilled Colonials fill the gap with an exhuberant charge.

 ...only to find themselves facing a reformed line and half their compatriots blown away or fleeing.
 "Steady the 42nd."
 Meanwhile France's contribution of first rate troops come up against the 64th Line. The support fails to charge home and it's a fight to the finish for the redcoats and le blancs.
 Superior fire power and stoicism (certainly not tactics) win through for the Brits.
 The left flank routs from the field...
"Glad that's not me out there."
 ...watched by their CinC.
"Away the lads"

 Regiments demolish each other
 but the outcome is not now in doubt.
"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.

Monday, 18 July 2011

Intermission...Q musak...and enjoy.

This is my prototype for Napoleonic French Brigade HQ

 The figures are Italeri from their set 6066 and the mounted figure is Airfix but riding a metal horse (a spare horse from the old spares box). Anyone recognising the make of the horse please let me know as I'd like more.
The Italeri set is useful for HQ figures as there are plenty of officers, standard bearers and drummers.

Revolting Battle

We've got a revolting battle going...American colonists, whine about tax (yeah! we were going to keep the French out for free!) and instead of saying "Fair enough, we really didn't want to have to learn French and eat disgusting food so here is a small contribution for all your blood and treasure..thanks awfully." Talk about a bunch of ungrateful, nimby, dodgy blanket flogging, language chewing.....well, you get the general idea. Would you Adam and Eve it, they declared some kind of new fangled independence malarky and (teddy out of the pram) it's war.

So, milords, ladies and gentlemen, in the red corner sporting the wigs, history and body lice and fresh from kicking the frogs up and down the high street The British 'Redcoats' Army. And introducing in the blue corner from the Eastern seaboard of the new world sporting wigs, parochialism and body odour, the Continental 'Fringe sleaved' Army.....there seconds a re the Royal Navy and Lafeyette French Army units...the ref for this bout is history and your time keeper is the grim reaper (who always makes a profit at these events).

For comedy value we are using the Republic to Empire rule system with AWI amendments....so, seconds out, round one...ding! ding!

 On come the Brits, slightly out numbered but with high hopes of ending up one legged match sellers in Regent Street.

M. Boom, the French artillerist and music hall turn opens the batting.




 The sneaky British tactic...
 ...is to march in two ranks...
 ...right up to the enemy...
 ...while being shot at...
 ...by every weapon in range...
'Send quickly to the train de la baggage and retrieve new underwear'
 ...thereby, soaking up all the enemy's ammunition!!
 The Americans oblige.
 assisted by the French. But as the lines get closer skirmishers have less ground to play in and the inevitable exchange of fire at point blank approaches....unless somebody blinks.

Scots don't blink
'Tam, whit ur they 'trollies' they on aboot?'


Soon enough push comes to shove.


Suddenly the order is given.


'Would you mind awfully getting so fresh trolleys from the old baggage what!