Friday, 14 June 2013

Fickle Fate Flogs French Forces - Part the Last

Oh yeah! That's gotta hurt! French commander sucking his thumb in the corner because it's all gone belly up. Fortunately my thumb tastes consolingly warm. Oh, lady luck leaves a loser. Does anything go right? Of course's the end of this cautionary tale....
French cavalry division still in play even though reduced to half strength. Hanging on in there with the carry on regardless dice roll.
 It's all or nothing for the French Dragoons and Cuirassiers. Stand and get mown down or risk all?
 The intimidating Cuirassiers are fallen upon by the Prussians like wolves on a bear...
 ...taking the French on in relays. Smart thinking.
 Pound for pound a contest only Tesco can win.
 Dragoons forced to charge the hastily formed square and are batted away for an easy six.
 The successful French division pushes on up the hill taking artillery fire as they go
 Finally, the two divisions are over the bridge...will they be in time or too late...?
 The cavalry division breaks but the French commander is painfully slow to accept the truth
 Desperately the infantry throws itself at the enemy line. If the Prussians can be broken then there is a slim chance the army may break.
 The punishment meted out to the columns is fierce. Their capacity is severely reduced.
 They're through! The Allied cavalry can run amok in the enemy rear unless checked by the French artillery coming into the line.
 Guns shoot! No meaningful effect.
 Newly arrived infantry are forced into square as their first act of the combat
 Further away canon swivel to face the dawning threat...
 The column attack is checked. They look rearward to see a nightmare situation developing.
 The Allies too realise that to capitalise on their new found advantage they must give up some ground....
 ...and realign.

 The French lose the the initiative and have to go onto the defensive. The Prussian's screen the British move into a new position.

 Merciless bombardment rips the French to bits. They have no reply. Orders now 'Defend'.
 The French are stopped at the top of the hill. They have nowhere to go. The river at their backs.
 Gen. Swat d'Gnats encourages Major Hurnier to bring his guns about.
 Darkness begins to fall. They Allied cavalry pick off infantry formations caught in the open.

 Local fights for survival divide the field.
 The guns are ridden down!
 All reinforcement is to no avail. With the cavalry gone so too is manoeuvre.
 The final fling sees the British Dragoons destroy a column and two batteries before it dies itself deep in the heart of the enemy divisions squares.
 The French Divisions, decimated, form little islands to be reduced one by one.
The French commander graciously whines and says it's not fair....I could have been a contender Charlie

A break while we paint/ go on holiday/ wring out our hankies. My thanks to the usual suspects. Back in a month.


  1. Huzzah! Great to see the Allies triumph over those Frenchies!
    Enjoy your holiday.

  2. Thanks...but it's the rest (mainly the umpire) who's a-holidaying in the Iberian sun spots. I shall paint Brits and plan to be on the successful side next time.