I had a choice: either to go directly for the fort, or clearing the village and then go for the Khan. I thought a safe gun might be just that what I need, and to blow away the clay off that hill. The advance towards the village was swift and the crown entered the village, but then at the central market place, the hail of musket shots teared into the Colonials, fighting was quick eventful and bloody. After some salvoes and a Gurkhanese close combat the village was clear, and I decided to advance with my now halved force towards the mountain cittadelle. In Saxe-coburg romanticism of the day, I dubbed my last attack the Nibelungen assault, never expect it to make it.
But the sprint of the Highlanders and Gurkhas and the handy dynamite tubes proved me wrong, together with my gun they blew the gate wide open. then a murder and skirmish ensued. At last my gun fired a shrapnel shot at the top where the Khan was residing of the battlefield. His surviving few surrendered at last ... but the reign over those lands will come at a certain cost to all who want to conquer ...
Figures and terrain by Angus Konstam.
For a more emotional report at:
|The gun in the grass|
|The British attack the village|
|Shocked the garrison of the castle can only watch|
|Street fighting in Afghanistan|
|Slaughter in the market place|
|The Colonials are leaving the village|
|The Highlander form a line just next to the gin bearer|
|Another empire strikes back|
|British advance in dusty fileds|
|The dynamite is at the door!|
|Kaboom - the doors are open|
|Melee - gemetzel in the courtyard ...|
|Some insurgents escape to live for another fight ...|
|We self-censored in grim anticipation the following images ...|
|But afterwards ... jolly good picture is taken of the victorious|
|And the lump of clay once again belongs to Victoria, jucheirassa!|