Pereant proditores.

 I have been fairly quiet or it seems that way, I did have a complete week there with no wargaming which is unusual for me but I had a post operation appointment and my wife's birthday to sort along with a visit from my son and granddaughter. The appointment was pretty much a waste of time as they should have organised a scan before it but didn't, so one was organised immediately and it will be two weeks before the results are known, pardon me while I chuckle, it has never taken two weeks yet.

 A naval game was looking for a fourth player and I jumped in with two feet, it would be a pre-dreadnaught game involving a French force against an Egyptian one with the Suez canal as a back story. I was welcomed back and told how well I looked, I get told this quite often as people expect me to look very ill indeed, but I don't. Anyway I took command of the French 1st Squadron while Paul took the 2nd, a bit less impressive as mine, the Egyptians (with mostly British designed ships) were under the command of Dan and Ian. I simple went forward intending to trade shots with Ian, but as Paul opened up the gap between us I was hit by both Egyptian squadrons, Ian's gunnery was on target while mine was dismal. My flagship was soon left a floating, burning hulk while a second ship took a rudder hit and simply ran around in circles, this left me with one battleship which now took the brunt of the enemy fire and soon headed for Davy Jones' locker. Paul had now taken the second enemy squadron under fire but his gunnery was as bad as mine and despite Dan's assurance that 'the Egyptians are rubbish' they are fine if you cannot hit them. With me out of the picture both enemy squadrons now turned on Paul, despite Dan's ships being savaged they had dealt out punishment and with Ian's almost untouched ships now closing the range it was declared an Egyptian win. Despite my naval background my reputation was in tatters but not my reputation for poor die rolling.

My doomed squadron.

I was supposed to be heading for Penrith this Wednesday but Matt called off due to having a cold, so I asked if anyone at the club was free, Big Ed got back and offered a War and Conquest game, I jumped at the chance and we decided on another Roman v Roman clash, Ed with the Twelfth and me with Thrax's boys. The armies are almost identical so we both went for legionaries and auxiliaries supported with some skirmishers and cavalry, Ed had one less cavalry unit but a unit of massed archers, I had Contarii to give my cavalry a bit of steel.

Thrax on the right, rebels on the left.

We lined up our infantry and I put all my cavalry on my left, Ed had his cavalry opposite, I was quite happy with this as I knew the Contarii should(?) be able to beat the weaker enemy horse. The Thunderbolts advanced their centre and took station on a hill in the centre of the battlefield, I pushed against both flanks with the main effort being my cavalry on the enemy right. I managed at last to get the Initiative but unusually for me I handed it back to Ed forcing him to move before me, this was going to hopefully allow me to get into charge reach with several units as he came forward, Ed helped me out and moved his cavalry closer to the waiting Contarii, I smiled inside. 

Contarii.

 

The rest of my cavalry.

Contarii threaten the rebel flank.

The last men standing for the Twelfth.

It's all over for the rebels.

In quick succession the Rebel cavalry were routed as were the skirmishers on the opposite flank, the Twelfth's flanks had gone. The long suffering cohort of Auxiliaries on my right, V Dalmatarum, who had been acting as pin cushions for Ed's massed archers managed to charge their nemisis and get their revenge as the sagittarii fled. I now decided to test the resolve of the enemy on the hill and ordered the Thirtieth to charge the Auxiliaries above them while Thrax with the First waited for the outcome at the foot of the hill. More of Ed's troops now fled as the Thirtieth planted their standard on the hill, this caused him to try a desperate charge downhill to try and kill Thrax and turn the tide of battle. In a brutal struggle Thrax did indeed take a wound but First Minerva held against the veterans of the Twelfth's First Cohort and eventually they broke and their leader captured. Thrax had pulled off a second crushing victory against another Roman army.

My missus popped her head into the Bunker and asked if anyone wanted anything, "Luck" said Ed. I think luck was pretty much even but mine turned up just when needed while it deserted Ed at the wrong time. Again it was great to get the armies on the table, wargaming at its best for me. We have pencilled in a return match for later when I think I will push my luck and take Barbarians against a Roman army.

I have some fun coming up, my son will be here on Saturday to try out Chain of Command, Matt has rescheduled for next Wednesday and I have Erik's on Friday, both ECW, I will need some R&R after that.

I have noticed a few coincidences over the last week, the Yorkists came through Carnforth on their way to Stoke Field in 1487, the Jacobites came past in 1745 on their way to Preston and the Scots raided Penrith in 1385.

I was greeted with howls of laughter at the club when I intimated that I had finished collecting armies, but I really have. I will admit to now having the time to maybe, maybe turn to a couple of things which have nagged me for ages, adding an extra file to my Seleucid pike phalanxes and adding the same or maybe two, to the Twelfth's first cohort to make it larger than the others as it always was in the early legions.

 I have finished the lovely gift from Matt Smith, I have kept it simple and believe it has turned out OK. The last of my BEF are on the tray and should be finished sometime this weekend and ready for battle.

 I think that is it for now. 

Seleucis and Alexander

It's been a quiet week and same again next week with nothing on the cards and real life getting in the way of wargaming. I did have a weekend trip to Darlington where my son took me on a run ashore and a meal, and quite superb it was too, we found an old fashioned pub which had a varied mix of clientele, no televisions, no drunks, no shouting and where we could sit and sup decent beer and have a conversation, where the barmaid, no spring chicken, could remember our order each time.

I did however have one game sorted today, it was a trial of On Bloody Ground, a ruleset written by a good friend of mine and his son, Dave has been at me for ages to try them out and as he could sell ice to Eskimos it has been hard to resist. My opponent Stuart had played the rules but some time ago, he also had his Macedonian army ready for the table so it was time to come off the fence. My army was Seleucid so slightly later than Stuart's but otherwise both had basically the same troop types, I took pikes, mercenary Hoplites, skirmishers, horse archers and Companion cavalry, I felt obliged to take an elephant so Nellie came along as well. Stuart faced me with Hypaspists, pikes, Hoplites, skirmishers and Peltasts, he had two units of Companions and some light cavalry.

My boys.

Stuart’s lads.

Seleucid on the left, Alexander on the right.

Looking from Seleucid’s line.

Thankfully Stuart put his cavalry opposite my horse on his right, I had been a bit anxious that he might threaten my right which had only a skirmish unit to guard the flank, but I was quite sure I could match his mounted troops on my left. Sure enough my Skythian's and slingers managed to wipe out the light cavalry and eventually do the same to the Peltasts, I took advantage of this and moved my Companions and the elephant towards the enemy household cavalry, the rest of my line went forward to engage the Macedonian infantry in echelon against their left.

The ‘heavies’ move off.

The first clash.

The enemy right suffers.

Slowly does it boys.

As the dust settled from the initial charges my Companions and Hoplites had beaten their opponents and as the enemy fled turned in against their main line, both flanks now looked very shaky. The second group of enemy Companions were now hit in the flank by my own elites and frontally by the elephant, they were pushed back. Time was getting on and with both his flanks gone and now outnumbered Stuart offered his sword.

It’s all over.

If you read this blog you will know I am pretty set in my ways and it takes a lot for me to change from what I like, I like War and Conquest and it does what it says on the tin for me. OBG has a faster play style and certain rule mechanics offer enough complexity for interesting tactics to keep players coming back for more, they are also very well supported by Dave and Dan and they have plans to keep this up during the next year with possible weekend events. I wish them well, me, I'm just an old fossil.

Royal Mail are still struggling to deliver my support weapons for the BEF as 1st Corps posted them almost a week ago, so in the meantime I finished off some NCO's and Soviet tank riders, the latter I got from Mardav Miniatures and am really pleased with them. I also managed to paint up my Nashorn this morning, I still have the crew to paint but the new tank killer will be ready to roll by the weekend, will it ever see the table, who knows, but I'm happy, and you can take that to the bank.

I gave up with the 'Last Yorkists' and did indeed jump to the Battle of Pavia, the book was too much like a novel and read as such, I also think that the author overplayed much of the supposed influence the Yorkist pretenders had with the Holy Roman emperor or the French king. Anyway I am now back on the Eastern Front with Prit Buttar's 'Bagration 1944'. I have watched several pieces by Buttar on WW2TV and he knows his stuff.

I was taken in by the rave reviews of the BBC comedy, and I use the term loosely, 'Small Prophets', I don't get it. I find the main character a drag and when I watch him I know he is acting and trying hard, I long for him to lose his job. Thankfully a German spy thriller called 'Unfamiliar' is streaming on Netflix, and, wait for it, I like it.

 I notice that no less an august establishment as the British Museum is touting the 'fact' that 50% of all Samurai were women in its new exhibition, a blatant lie, but what does Joe Public know eh?

 Can I end on a high, eh, I really did enjoy that weekend.

In Wargaming No One Can Hear You Scream

 Mate Robert was popping in again and asked for Johnny Reb, we played this for years before I snuck over Hadrians Wall as the SNP tightened their grip. He mentioned the battle of Olustee which we had played several times and was an easy set up if not an easy game to win for either side. Set in Florida in 1864 it was a setback for Union hopes of a quick victory on the edge of the Confederacy.

The Union player has to rush his troops arriving piecemeal to the front in order to build a defensive line from which to attack the enemy, the same applies to the Rebel commander in order to build up a strong attack force to break the Federal line before it can consolidate. We had our usual chat and got down to it, I decided to play safe and extended my line to give the new arrivals space, they would attack the Union right while I built up enough troops to threaten the Union left. Robert led his cavalry in an aggressive charge and caught me off balance so I lost a mounted regiment while my infantry chased away the Federal troopers, who cares about cavalry? 

The Confederates get ready.

  

The Union prepare.

More Rebs turn up.

Both sides continued to built up their forces while I at last began to think about moving on the Union right, I was building up a good attack and had sent forward some cavalry skirmishers to flank the enemy line. This caused Robert to throw a march column forward to stop this, a daring move as the Reb line was begining solidifying in front of him. Again I lost a cavalry regiment, albeit small and inconsequential, the rest of the army simply watched them go. We called a halt here as Robert had been on the road all day and had another long day in front of him the next day, we had had some fun and as usual put the world of wargaming to rights before he left.

The Federal line solidifies.

Now boys, at 'em.

Still getting in to position.

The Union line.

When I got into the Bunker in the morning I had to finish off the next move, I had a chance to break the Union right which might let me roll up the flank or at the very least cause consternation in the Federal ranks. My Missouri boys leapt forward and put the recently victorious Yanks to flight, a small dismounted cavalry regiment was now in line for the same treatment, the Rebel Yell filled my brain, the Union troopers stood their ground and the Missouri lads shuddered to a halt and then retreated out of harms way. It was not going to be 'I told you so' as the setback would need the whole game to decide a winner, and that was not going to happen.

Next up was potentially the last game of the Gembloux Gap campaign with Matt, could I hold out for three turns, very doubtful but I was hoping for going out with a bang rather than a whimper. I got a decent amount of support for a change and took a Somua S35, a very nice tank and just slightly better than anything the Germans could bring to bear, and an anti-tank rifle as back up, as we were fighting in a village I expected the Luftwaffe to turn up so took anti-aircraft artillery. Matt surprised me and went infantry heavy with five squads, an extra mortar and a Panzer IV, no Goering's boys.

We both had good morale and after the patrol phase the Germans were almost on their table edge, I decided to stay back and defend the centre which had a large open space to my front, high walls surrounding the gardens made line of sight difficult but it suited me. I could possibly have taken the main station building but the amount of firepower from five squads deploying close by put me off. The game kicked off and I brought my armour on to cover my left and the road through the village, Matt made an attempt on my right and I met this with a squad in a nearby wood, the rash German squad ended up pinned but as help arrived I had to pull my lads back into cover as their shock built up.  

Looking  towards the French lines.

 

German HQ.

A tsunami of field grey.

The Boche now took the station and I deployed my last squad in a large building covering that open space I mentioned and put down suppressing fire. By now Matt had had three or four double turns and also played his double crossing French spy who for some reason was called Giuseppi(?), this low life began to take pot shots at my boys and took out an NCO and one of my Poilu's. I countered the traitor by using my anti-tank team to search him out. With several more double turns to enjoy Matt brought on his Pz IV, my tank took several shots and used up a CoC dice to no avail, the first shot from the panzer barely grazed the paintwork but the second blew my big hope to bits. I was very disappointed, I had wanted to kill the Panzer then wreak havoc on the Boche infantry who would then have no chance of taking out my armour. I looked around and saw only defeat staring me in the face against overwhelming odds, I surrendered, as the French do. I just wish you could have seen the look on Matt's face as he did a little dance as he clinched the deal, good for him, the Gap had been taken and 3rd Panzer was racing ahead. 

Behind the line.

My big hope.

My nemesis.

It's all over.

Giuseppe or Gaston or pain in the neck, delete where applicable.

 I am in two minds about the campaign it is either very well balanced for 1940 or heavily rigged in favour of the Germans, I am on the fence with this one. We played eight of the ten games and I won three and the Jerries 'got a by' on one map, I do admit that I made mistakes and completely missed the chance of pulling off a counter-attack, c'est la vie. It does provide some interesting games and we really enjoyed them, would I play it again, possibly, but again would try the French.

My BEF project is coming along nicely, all the infantry squads will be complete by the weekend, this leaves me some command and supports to do, I am expecting them in the next day or so, and they will be ready to go, maybe to help the French and plug the gap. I can only do one thing at a time so the Nashorn, Lee and Soviet tank riders remain on the shelf for now.

A parcel, a rather large one, turned up which I was not expecting, I saw it was from good friend Matt Smith and hoped it was not another starter kit for an army as he had done with the above French. Inside I found the Hartenstein Hotel in 28mm from the battle of Arnhem, it is huge and superbly detailed, I was gobsmacked. Literally years ago I built up an Airborne platoon in anticipation of a scenario book from Two Fat Lardies, the book has still not appeared and I doubt it ever will, no matter the Hartenstein will feature on a table near me as soon as it is painted.

I have been very much at a loss as to entertainment over the past month and am close to giving up with modern TV and movies. I saw that Netflix had a German movie about a Tiger tank crew, I stayed away from it, then one night with nothing but time I decided to give it ten minutes. It is not your usual type of war movie and there are clues around as they rumble their way to the Front, but they are subtle. Yes, there is one incident which is completely stupid but overall the uniforms were good and the fake Tiger was very well done, being a rivet counter I did notice the SU-100 was in fact a ISU-152, but I wouldn't put money on it. So, overall it was not as bad as I expected.

 I don't know what has happened to me and books, I have read all my life but am finding it hard to find one which I cannot put down these days, 'Tunisgrad' got the boot and I am now grinding my way through 'The Last Yorkists' the level of detail the author gives on Edmund and Richard de la Pole from the late 15th and early 16th centuries seems suspect and the book in parts reads more like a novel, I feel the urge to jump to the Battle of Pavia and move on to Prit Buttar's 'Bagration 1944'.

 

The Royal Navy are introducing drink limits on ships, so many units a day or whatever along with two days completely alchohol free. The main past time during my time was drinking, I went two-thirds around the world and my memories are mainly of the inside of bars, that is just how it was. I never got the Tot officially as I was 17 when it was stopped, but I did get a final one on that 'terrible day' and another during a fleet review for the Queen. The Tot was horrible and used as currency for favours where you got 'gulpers' or 'sippers' depending on the favour. Everyone over 18 was allowed three small cans of beer, what happened was that everyone got their cans and they were secreted around the mess and could build up to a very large amount of alcohol, someone was the 'beer bosun' who looked after it all and if you felt like getting tipsy you simply bought as many cans as you could drink. If you asked someone round at lunchtime to the Comms Mess they were given a can from everyone, so at least 18 cans, that was you basically done for the day. People were catogorised as G, T or U, grog, teetotal or underage, funnily enough I never met anyone teetotal.