Thursday, 18 August 2011

Revolting Ambuscade

The Republic to Empire rules getting easier to handle and a further test is to be this latest scenario involving a dash to the river by the Colonials chased by the British in the hope of preventing their egress. Its a kind of preventative Colonial irrigation (pun intended) whereby ambush will hold back the advance of the red coats allowing escape.

The action takes place along the table, rather than across, so the frontage is only six feet. The distance for the Brits is around twelve feet but the Colonials engage straight away, as soon as the Brits are deploying onto the table, but this does leave them with about ten feet to go to get to safety.
The ardent hope is that an early blow while the enemy is still shaking out into position will buy the additional time needed and induce caution into British handling. The obvious notion is that the ambush could have been triggered much further down the table as the Brits would still have to shake out into an answering attack formation and the river would be nearer. However, this situation as it now stands could make for a very long game or a distressingly short and murderous one.

'Ok, OK,  six and seven eighths, I believe you!'
 On come the Highlanders of the 42nd
 Preceded by the Welsh 23rd
 Colonists appear to the front
 Deploying the lights the Brits continue to advance to contact
'That hair style those Mohican's have got will never catch on'
 One flank refused covered by lights
 the line advance
 More Colonists showing their hand...and cannon.
 Cornwallis must bring on troops faster than the enemy can react to or be destroyed piecemeal.
 The skirl of the pipes....keeps the flies off the horses.
 Colonists attempt to spring the trap from the rushes
 ...covered by their own light troops.
 Confidence is high...
 ...then they see the enemy.
 Volley fire takes a great toll of the Brits. Maybe the tactic is working..., it ain't.
 The Welsh break through the front and the skirmish line dissolves...
'Ooh look, gold teeth...may I?'
 ...but not for long...
 The cover gets thicker disordering the formed troops while the terrain feature remains to be crossed.
 Brit skirmishers and Colonial line exchange lead presents.
'Did he have gold teeth?' - 'Nah! just heavy plaque!'
The initial strike is in the balance. Will Cornwallis break through and surround his attackers? Are the Colonists too deeply deployed for that? Can the Brits keep up the momentum? Will the US government abolish income tax? Is the Euro too strong? Will the shortage of available new holes stop polo mint production?
Tune in , same time, same place next week for no answers what-so-ever!!!

Wednesday, 17 August 2011

Bir Hakim falls!...Rommel fails!

With apocalyptic consequences Rommel (that's Billy, but take your pick as there were five to choose from) gave away the initiative to the fast converging British and Indian forces rushing to contain the southern sweep of the Axis outflanking move.

True to form the Italian Ariete supported by the Chickeeni and Runawayzi Divisions got bogged down in the minefields. Jimmy, the only readily identifiable player, did stirling work trying to get the Italian logistical snafu into order for the widest punch possible through the mine field belts...wouldn't you know it, the Italian officers mess was without napkin rings for hours before a truck of wounded could be commandeered to bring them forward to the rear.

A considerable amount of attention was lavished on Billy's defence of the Bir Hakim position and, as you might image, a goodly number of the Huns fell before the Legions dogged defence. By the time Bir Hakim fell, I might add, to a man (toy soldier) the most potent and mobile of the DAK units were coming up against the main line of resistance supported by the armoured counter stroke.

In the humble (ha!) opinion of this victorious unbiased reporter DAK chances of any significant further advance was nil. Despite the usual interpretation errors (pokles) on the Axis side the Spearhead rule system (when applied) worked well but was eventually defeated by time and the sheer scale of the forces involved.

'After you, mien herr'

 A line in the sand...literally.
 DAK engineers take a beating to try and breach their objective.
 Swarms or III's and IV's skirt the Bir Hakim defenses.
 Italians into the first belt of mines...slow careful work. Fortunately the Italians didn't have tact under constant fire due to the concentration on BH

 A Billy strikes at his attackers...unconscious Billy not pictured
 It all got very close quarter
 House red being delivered to BH kitchens via back door.
 Constant air attacks from JU87's. Some were seen off by DAF interception and AA fire but most got through causing devastation.
 Over running outer defences.
 Support fully mobilised and moving to fill the danger route with fire power.
 22nd Armd Bde moves through 4th Indian's positions.
 'A hard, gentlemen?'
 DAK frontal assault. But the resulting victory was perhaps Pyrrhic.
Italians still bogged down and yet have still to suffer counter attack once emerging from their technical predicament.

I, General Richie, resent being sacked halfway through as I was not very well and directed ops from a chair, through fits of coughing, growling, snoring and a temper brought on by the RN (medicinal) rum ration.

As usual Ferdy (Billy) was the perfect host. He fed us, watered us and even attended to the sick and wounded in pride. A great afternoon was had by all and, as ever, my thanks to all the guys for a really fun time.

Sunday, 14 August 2011

Gazala Line in 10mm

Well, would you Adam and Eve it! The Battle for the Gazala Line fought out on Ferdy's sand table on a hot August afternoon in Bonny Scotland....yeah! imagine afternoon in Scotland!

The Kreigshut resounded to the cries of middle aged men shouting 'Billy it's 27 inches not 32' and 'Stop yer greetin' ya big wayne 'tis but a game' followed by 'Who's eaten all the bhaji?' Ah, yes, semi grown ups at play.

Rommel the renowned Desert Fox ably supported by IL Duce's forces of under employed ice cream men scoop the Allied line by swinging around the open desert end of the minefields and defences (cheeky) isolating the gallant Free French outpost at Bir Hakim.

Whilst the Italians find a way through the mine field the Germans invest the forlorn French outpost and try their outflanking manoeuvre....

 The German Italian approach march...note the real sand.
 Carefully stockpiled German kit all set on breaking the Gazala line.
'I see no ships'... 'course you don't, it's the desert'

 The assault teams rush forth towards the minefield belt
 Panzer III's and IV's swing by the open end of the line (definitely not sporting)
 Heavy weapons set up to pummel Bir Hakim into submission.
 Bir Hakim, the fight back.
 88's swing into action.
 The corner position causes a slight congestion in the German advance.
 ...but the Italians have it sussed and start to apply more pressure with engineers, M13/40's, assault guns and infantry to the fore.

Stout defence by the Legionnaires hold back the Axis tide.

Thursday, 11 August 2011


Coming soon...WW2 in 10mm. Western Desert action from the revamped 'Kriegshut'. Swoon! in the desert heat of Renfrew, gasp! at the array of bottled beers, yawn! at the DAK winning again.


Revolting Armies clash in ambuscade action. British 'search and complain' mission as Colonists evade to the river exit...

ALL THIS AND MUCH, MUCH LESS...Coming to a hysterical blog near YOU!