So things were not looking good for the BUF & Royalists – but then a few lucky dice rolls and the tank on the bridge moved forward, the BUF mortar spotter team crossed the river.
And this was supported by:
…the BUF infantry moving up in support along with Captain Arrowsmith’s command.
Whilst my tank also finally moved up along with the third infantry section. My foolish move to send the first unit across the river resulted in predictable failure with the lone LMG gunner left who was Suppressed.
But then, Clive unleashed his surprise weapon:
A pack of trained dogs with explosives attached to them ! And they charged straight for the tank on the bridge…only to be gunned down by crack machine gun fire in one single burst.
We now had the dilemma of which was worse, training dogs to be suicide bombers, or shooting the dogs ??
Call the RSPCA !
For good measure another machine gun wiped out the handlers who were further back by the barn.
The Royalists under Alan, and Rita’s Anglicans were exchanging fire and each was being whittled down. By now Alan had got his HMG across the river and was raking the Anglican lines.
Clive brought up a small armoured vehicle (aka Tin Can).
The BUF decided to take a gamble and push everything forward.So my two sections and HMG crossed the river, wiped out the Anglican advance guard, and waited for my tank to blow up the Anglican tankette.
Unfortunately, at this point, Arrowsmith’s tank crew drove into two road side bombs, shrugged off mortar and artillery fire only to lose their nerve from rifle and LMG fire resulting in them reversing back onto the bridge pushing their own infantry back. On top of this, the other BUF infantry unit got stuck crossing the hedge.
At this point we realise3d we weren’t going to make a strong enough bridgehead.
But at least I got my reWenge, and my tank brewed up the tankette, finally.
My HMG also had the final word, massacring the Rocket Launcher crew who had marched across the board to my side, and literally stood in a nice line for me to shoot them all dead in one burst.
Clive’s Anglican troops surged forward to try and take the bridge only for BUF hand grenades to devastate one section, and combined HMG and mortar fire from both BUF platoons massacre a second section out in the open.
As a result of this, and with the skies beginning to bruise as night fell, both sides conceeded it was a bloody stalemate.
The BUF and Royalists had not been able to focus their forces to make a viable bridgehad, but the Anglicans were in no fit state to take the bridge.
Another draw – the BUF and Royalists will have to stage a different gambit if they are to eveer take this bridge.
But most importantly of all, all five players had had fun.