Shortly after the first game, and some iced buns, we set up for another bash. Again, Dave was the defender...
- 1 Shooter General
- 5 Shooters
- 2 Blades
- 2 Knights
- 2 Flyers - steam and clockwork jobbies
...great scratchbuilds there Dave!
While I was the aggressor.
- 1 Shooter General
- 3 Shooters
- 1 Lurker
- 1 Magician
- 1 Knight
- 1 Airboat
- 3 Flyers
...to the left and rear of my line.
I say! Jolly unsportsmanship like, what, what?!
Sally forth Her Majesty's Air Boat Vulture!
(the Airboat does stick a tad ahead of it's base, so...)
...while the rocket troopers swoop in to fend off the fearsome fiend.
Both geiger flyers were suitably rebuffed.
So Dave just flies one east...
...to threaten my Knights...
...whilst sending forth the other into the flank of my line.
To no effect...and it's own undoing.
Boom!
However, instead of taking on my Knights, Dave flies his Flyer into the rear of my own flying column. Should I roll poorly, my dirigible will not be able to recoil.
Thankfully a 6:1 took care of that!
And so it was time for a general advance.
Generally speaking.
All while my lancers languish in the rear.
"Ranks will volley fire. Volley...
...fire!"
Aw stink, there goes my Airboat. Again!
Still...
...it's not all bad I guess.
The steam tank rumbles forward into a non-combatible contact. (Not front edge/corner to front edge/corner contact, you understand. Drats.)
Dave sends forth his Knights.
And I send round my Flyer. Such that, should I manage to get a recoil result on the impending combat between the Flyer to his front, Dave's Knight would have insufficient room to recoil.
Alas, it was not to be - he caused me to flee. Whoopdey dee...
Still, I had managed to back up my tank so as to go in again at a better angle.
More shooting...
...stink!
However...
...kablooey!
And the steam tank follows up.
Alas...
...I am realising too late that the real strength of Dave's army is in his number of shooters.
Drats.
Double drats!
It gets worse.
"Right!" say I. "I'll just slide the tank over and run over these silly horsies to my front."
Opps! Dave inflicts a recoil result for which I have insufficient room to recoil.
Drats!
Whew, a recoil result. He was lucky!
So I bring in my two remaining shooters...
...and try to mob his remaining Knight.
Aw stink!
Stink indeed!
So, in spite of my technical superiority...
...I was simply out shot.
(And out recoiled! That was the second time I'd lost that tank to a bad recoil in as many games. Doh!)
Well played Dave, well played.
And a good time was had by all.
Nick
And the view from the other side...
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