The slightly bizarre (even for me) title of the post relates to Julian's need to designate one of his figures as a sniper. Lacking a suitable pose, he selected a trombonist...
As with the previous rounds, four games took place at once, but I was too busy to pay the others much attention.
King Boris's cunning plan was to assault the redoubt with one of the infantry battalions while the other flanked it.
The cavalry brigade was massed on the right, poised to head off to the distant second objective.
Annoyingly orders had arrived tasking the Forbodian artillery with (notional) other targets for three turns.
The Forbodian's second brigade-level cavalry charge of the weekend went just as well as the first.
The enemy infantry battalion was eliminated - but at considerable cost!
This was bearable until an enemy cavalry regiment showed up and saw off the survivors!
It was at this point that I uttered the now infamous words "If you were a gentleman sir, you would charge that Gatling." Julian did so, with entirely predictable results.
This event gave rise to his subsequent accusations of "Forbodian mind games." I'm sure I don't know what he means.
While all this was going on the Forbodian infantry had successfully taken the redoubt and held it against two enemy assaults. Even the trombone player perished in the second wave.
This turned out to be the closest run game of the entire weekend which Boris's brave boys won by only 71 points to 70! A thoroughly enjoyable conclusion to a splendid weekend.