I (or rather King B) decided to mass the cavalry brigade (two regiments) in the south while he accompanied the infantry and artillery advancing from the east. Deciding from the first on a policy of 'Shock and Awe', the cavalry advanced rapidly (see first picture) to tackle an enemy infantry battalion. In doing so it took several hits from rifle fire from it's front and right but in the finest traditions of the Forbodian Army*, pressed on regardless.
* The motto of the Forbodian Army is "Death and Glory, but hopefully not in that order."
Young Mr Wright looks on with concern as the Forbodian cavalry gallop forth.
Needless to say, RWB resorted to ungentlemanly tricks like hiding behind trees.
The King himself (in the red motor car) leads his troops into action.
Worried RWB riflemen tried desperately to empty as many saddles as possible...
Meanwhile the infantry marched ever onwards, clearing enemy sharpshooters from the woods.
The Forbodian cavalry won their fight and while the enemy HQ was a tempting target, it's
accompanying artillery was rather less attractive. To press on or withdraw?
This decision became a lot easier when a fresh unit of enemy cavalry trotted into sight!
The cavalry having withdrawn, and with the infantry in firm control of the distant woods (and thus the road through them), we called it a day. A hard fought battle which the Forbodians won on points.
Great stuff Tim, always something different
ReplyDeleteSpendid stuff!
ReplyDeleteAl
ReplyDeleteAnd I was worried you'd be bored with this stuff!
Paul
ReplyDeleteThe brigade-level cavalry charge was a joy to behold!
Tim! If you were a gentleman, you you would have charged his Gatling gun. :-)
ReplyDeleteStephen Thomas
ReplyDeleteAh yes - the relevance of Mr Thomas's not entirely original comment will become clear in a future post.
Go, King Bozza!
ReplyDeleteBored, never. I like your site for its enormous variety
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ReplyDeleteHis Majesty thanks you for your er, encouragement.