We return to the action just as the Vulgarian train rolls to a halt in Grossenfartz. I had been quietly hoping that someone might switch the points or that Martin would forget that he needed to begin slowing down the previous turn, but as it turned out the train arrived safely....
...and a load of Vulgarian infantry leapt out - causing a degree of concern among the Commodore's staff group!
Having broken through the Anglophobian front line the enemy soon encountered the reserves.
The defenders were soon hard-pressed - not even the armoured train could hold off the waves of pointy-helmeted automatons.
There was some good news though - the staff had fought off the Vulgarian train troopers! This proves conclusively that bendy plastic bayonets are no match for wire flagpoles....
In the end, however, HMAT Thomas and the Motor Patrol's car carried the survivors off to safety while the Vulgarians did their best to reduce stocks of the brewery's product.
The final words I will leave to the ever self effacing Commodore M-C:But the vulgar Vulgarians were not to have everything their own way and as the train containing half a battalion of troops slowed to a halt in the brewery yard and disgorged them like the filling from a foul Vulgarian bierwurst the headquarters section led by the valiant Commordore Mountjoy-Carruthers cut them down like so much wheat.
Despite fighting with courage and elan, the weight of the Vulgarian advance forced the Commodore to think of the welfare of his men. Deciding that no more Anglophobian blood would be spilled to secure what was arguably second rate grog the stiut hearted Commodore ordered his men to retire in good order having given the Kaiser a bloody nose, that he would remember every time he placed a stein to his twisted moustachioed lip.