|A map of the original battlefield.|
|The Guard and the Militia holding the barricades, lovely figures.|
|The Jocks are coming!|
That was it for the British, Stuart had desperately tried to get to hand to hand with his Scots but it was not enough to break me, his luck deserted him at the last minute, his companion Andy had lost a battalion to Simon's riflemen and then realised he had to leave men in the fort to get victory points, so his remaining troops turned and legged it, sadly not returning before the game ended. As we held our positions at the end we won the game despite the fright the Jocks gave me.
|The line holds.|