Somewhere at the North-West Frontier 1897 shortly after eight

"They came to our land to be kings, but we didn‘t let them. We made sure their empire ended right here where our firing range begin... "

What a lovely evening an 28mm and an "The Men who would be Kings" (TMWWBK) game with Angus playing the British, while I was drafted into some* Afghan tribe to defend the valley and honour of said locals. The British needed to collect 6 tokens spread over the table to win, while we,  the enemies of the empire, needed to cross their evil planning to win.

Also I occupied a lovely castle – what‘s not to like? The Brits as usual just advanced. In this game the units also get certain traits, which is why Angus ended up with tree fearing Gurkhas and myself had an extra sharpshooting gun on the top of mentioned citadel. Two units were equipped with modern rifles, I let them "amuse" the approaching infidels.

My inferior cavalry (in quality but not in numbers) all died in the attempt to block the experienced British riders. A phyrric victory as just two meneken survived, enough to take the 1st token of my side of the table, but not enough to play a further role in the battle.

So my men got shot down by incoherent British fire, while my gun took good aim and softened the aggressors to mushy pies. In the end two token were left next to the castle and too many brave defenders of the faith made it possible that another piece of red left the atlas that glorious day, poor Victoria!

*For deeper informative historical evidence please visit:
http://www.edinburghwargames.com/probing-the-mamund-valley-1897/

otherwise a potpourri of impressions below: