Thursday, 17 August 2017

It was like a tango with lions, but drunk at a bar ... We played Seven Years War, Peter and Campbell the French and me, Michael and Michael the Holy Roman allies (Hessians, Hannoveranians and Horses), but I cannot exactly tell which of the three Michaels I actually was. The rules we "used" were General de Brigade, but could be infused with a lot of "die Kriegskunst" or other radioactive cake, as Angus played the francophile umpire.

We the HHH could deploy at the crossroads, while the French came on in marching order. The objective said crossroads. Therefore the French got double the units and some veteran units, which was fair enough as Campbell normally dices count for nothing.

So ... a lot of "friction", we all felt like Austrians. But then the "Horse Michael "moved demanded all ADC dice and the artillery support to beat the French Horse, well why not... which he nearly did in the end. The centre Hannoveranians were just static and Michael (the Hannoveranian) just gave a good fight and barrage to all what was grey uniformed and moving.

Me the, Hessian Michael, was most of the time hessitant (cough ...) and got hit hard, but not destroyed.  I don't know how but the French loving umpire declared a French victory in the end ...  how the hell did that happened?

Miniatures and absolutely fairly balanced scenario by Angus. I know now why the war took seven years ...

some Edinburgh Regt as Hannoveranians

The French ... just too much!

the initial deployment with Horse Michael showing the dircection of the attack
 
The French slugg forward

and we fire back!

The French don't move

their artillery unguarded in the middle ...
Add And we took the hits ...
The Brits are off into the woods ...

more French moving ... 
Our centre from the French point of view .. our CinC texting for advice ...
and then the clash of cavalry!!!
but it didn‘t went well for the Royal Maison ... 
the French gaining ground

but the Horse is in retreat ... 
my Hessians just take it ...
But then a whisper went around the French Horse something about free wine ... 
... and more to come ... 
more sluggish slaughter
but the totally ordinarily and common Leib Regiment just took it ...
the clash in the centre 
back and forth
and then the recuperating French cavalry slaughtered ours and that was it. La Fine.

Wednesday, 9 August 2017

Something is stirring ... Something sinister ... WIP

Some Polish late Renaissance bash with By Fire &Sword and we (the Swedish aka the non-Polish won!!!), but Bart has a better Battle rap (see the link below):
http://asienieboje.blogspot.co.uk/2017/08/by-fire-and-sword-very-small-divisions.html

And then... Claymore ... I forgot my camera, but it was nice ...

... but I rather wanted to show some of my latest WIP ...

there is unrest in this side of the alps ...













Thursday, 27 July 2017

God is Belgian or I rather watch "Le tout nouveau testament"...

They forced me to play with naked men and Belgians in bathrobes!

It was ancients Romans against (Belgian) Celts with the magnificent rules "To the Strongest", which is based on a card driven game engine ...  developing their strategems on battle field divided into squares!!! Two of my pet hates!

And as well similar to colonial games,the Romans were all well drilled veterans (all of them) while the rabble (i.e. naked Belgians) were just that. Sounds like a football game to me. At least the set up/scenario had the same complexity.

So Campbell, Angus and Bart played the civilised Carpenters-warriors while me, Peter and Ken hold up the mistletoe for all the savages east of the Rhine!

First Bart attacked with his Cavalry (sorry, horses with Roman allies on it) and failed and then we hacked see-saw like at each other. I even tried to do a flank attack .. ooouuh bad, and stand there for them Romans to take ... but in the end we had the better mayonnaise!  - and we drowned them in it!

(I vow to paint Ancient Germans if anyone sponsors me the plastics and I have never to read these rules!) I'm aware that there is no such a thing as Frederician flank moves in the ancients, but squares ... really? ...

Donec aliter provideatur ...


The set up -  the Roman pointing towards the culprits (later catholic tradition in paintings)
the Roman line 
The Belgian Celts 
Naked men
More naked men and some in bath robes
My "haufen", rotte, my warbands 
Campbells Roman Legionaire Veterans opposing me

The centre of the Belgians 
The finger of defeat pointing at the (soon to be)victors 
the Centre were Peter  pressed Angus‘ Romans
My decimated flank next to a penthouse somewhere near Flanders
Still my Celts are attacking ...
more attacking (and dying)
first continental ancient attempt of an ceilidh 
my last unit after annihilating their opponents and forcing the Romans to break morale