On the last day of March, I managed to make it to the club in Torbay again, and this time I got to play - much to my surprise - against a chap who happens to edit a certain high-profile wargaming magazine... I won't go into too many details about the game, but it was an absolute corker, and I even managed to get some decent photos for a change!
My opponent was the very best kind of foe - pleasant, sporting and engaged - and even though his lovely Germans were given a sound thrashing by my brave boys of 4KSLI, he bore it admirably well. Of course.
The game was 'No-Man's Land' I think - or whichever one is a meeting engagement where both sides get a preliminary bombardment. 850 points.
|A lovely table to scrap over!|
|Naturally, my prelim bombardment didn't come in.|
Naturally, the German one did, pinning almost everyone
and killing the sniper's spotter. Drat!
For their part the Germans had (I think) 4 smallish squads (some of which may have been veterans), a StuG and PaK-40.
Here, then, are some pics of the battle:
|The German HQ unit directs things well...|
|...as their troops move up...|
|...and their 'borrowed' truck drops off the PaK-40. *gulp!*|
|The German left flank as the StuG arrives from reserve.|
|StuG didn't choose Thug Life.|
|Can you guess where the British sniper might be?|
|Centre. My Cromwell took out the PaK-40 before being StuGGed.|
|My left. The Staghound arrived from reserve to help out...|
|...but struggles to finish off the advancing German squad.|
|Eventually, I assaulted them to stabby death.|
|By this point, we knew the game was up for the Germans, so|
my Staghound 'bravely' emerged to face the StuG. No luck.
|End game. A general advance to mop-up the remaining Germans.|
|This thing was a constant pain. I would've swamped it in the end, |
mind: it was almost out of infantry support.
PS: You know what did nothing useful at all? - my 3" mortar.
Know why? - because I still haven't actually painted the wretched thing!