Angus invited us to a little Apres-Jutland encounter with his wonderfully painted models with funny black smoke coming out of the tops, what we all hope is wadding, but looks more like his nose hair though.
Campbell and me played the baby-killers, while Bill and Bart were to be leading British ships into the ground (the Baby-starvers). The big fleets were just behind us when we encountered the Tommies floating out of the fog - the fog would hinder our ability to aim at the enemy and pester us along the whole encounter with various density. I presume, Angus gave me the severely beaten Derfflinger, Seydlitz, Moltke and some other "Schrott", probably because the last time I just sunk his pretty Grand fleet in no time. ( http://meneken.blogspot.co.uk/2015/10/1916-pre-skaggerak.html )
Campbell had the pleasure to lead 6 pre-dreadnaughts against the Royal Navy from the other side of the table, so we could actually catch the fishies with a highly sophisticated pincer movement.
As for the combat: each party was firing "was das Zeug hält", but the German side was, even while limping home and most of the time out of range/visibility, softening up the British steel quite nicely. Higher fire power got out-manoeuvered by what I here and now officially baptise as the "Seltsam-manoeuvre."
But the Grand finale came when Admiral Campbell decided to go in for the kill – he rammed two ships out of their list and then survived to hit one in the turret just to explode phenomenally! I bow my head in awe, he achieved what I could not (even including the Renaissance galley games, ramming enemy ships, the look of the opponents is priceless!)
|German Schrott limping home|
|Nose hair flying in wind|
|Performing a part of the Seltsam Manoeuvre|
|Pretty ship cards|
|The enemy closes in|
|Under British fire|
|The final pincer manoeuvre|
|Flat ships steaming ahead|
|Yes, Admiral Campbell is really going to do this!|
|The Grand Fleet is too near even for her comfort|
|Fortuna smiles with the fortibus! The hero of the day!|
|Incomprehensibility on the British Admiral side|
|The second H.M.S. goes down|
|Sandwiched between our two fleets|
|The British can only follow me under constant fire ...|
|... and the Grand finale – fireworks!|