FK&P AAR: Widbrooke Common

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With lockdown easing, K. (daughter #1’s boyfriend, trapped with us for the duration, now a keen wargamer) was able to travel back to his native Ireland, so it was with a heavy heart that I took the news that he was going to visit his mother for three weeks. This was serious stuff: who was going to do the cooking and, obviously more importantly, who was I going to wargame with?

We decided to see him off with the next For King & Parliament English Civil War scenario in my North Wessex campaign.

For this encounter, the Parliamentarians under Sir Christopher Grey have discovered that the well-drilled and armed Royalist foot that did them so much damage last battle have been requisitioned by the King and sent to fight further west. This leaves Sir John Boulters, Royalist commander around Maidenhythe, very short of infantry: he must now rely on hastily recruited farmworkers from the Cookham area. Sir Christopher now leads his men towards Maidenhythe, seeking to take advantage of his erstwhile friend’s shortage of good quality foot. Grey’s men are strengthened both by reinforcements and a supply of arms and ammunition, including a couple of cannon. The two forces will meet half way between Cookham and Maidenhythe, at Widbrooke Common.

The set-up from the Parliamentarian side

And from the Royalist side

The Royalists have their back to a small splash-across stream. They have brigades of seasoned horse on either flank, and their untried, pike-heavv foot in the centre. Finally, they have a Forlorn Hope in the farmhouse on the right hand side of the field.

The Royalist infantry (the smoke markers represent an Untried unit yet to test for first-time nerves)

The Parliamentarians are just coming on to the common from the farmland immediately south of Cookham. Their Dutch horse has secured their right flank, half their foot is busy deploying in the centre, with the other half still in the process of arriving on the left flank. Their cannon have set up on or near the road: the common looks a bit soft for the guns!

The Parliamentarian Horse

The Parliamentarian Centre

The Battle Begins

One unit of Parliamentarian horse advanced forward quickly, the other two inexplicably lagging behind. This advanced unit was met by the three squadrons of Cavalier cavalry, also advancing strongly. In the resultant clash, the Parliamentarian horse was swept from the field, but one unit of Royalist horse had been lost, and another had set off in hot pursuit of their fleeing foe.

Note that the lost Parliamentarian cavalry squadron was my newly painted Dutch Horse unit, thus proving the adage that a unit never performs well on its first outing on the tabletop!

Meanwhile, the Royalist infantry advanced forward strongly, and the Parliamentarian foot on the left flank joined battle with the Royalist Forlorn Hope in the farmhouse.

Opening Stages

The main action continued with the cavalry. The pursuing Royalists ran over the Parliamentarian Dragoons, who had inexplicably pushed their way through the hedge in front of them rather than hiding behind it. This left the Royalists still in pursuit, jumping the hedge themselves as they headed off table to the Roundhead rear.

“That Be a big hedge, Jethro!”

Meanwhile, the other Parliamentarian horse had finally worked out how to get their steeds to go forward, and crashed in to the other remaining Royalist squadron. Honours were even in this fight, with each side losing a squadron, but that left one unit of Roundhead cavalry in a superb position behind the main Royalist infantry line.

Big problem for the Royalists!

Fortunately the Royalists had a reserve in the form of Sir John himself at the head of his Cuirassier Bodyguard. As the two infantry lines came together, Sir John led his loyal lobsters forward: outnumbered two-to-one.

This was actually an epic encounter, as Sir Christopher Grey was also at the head of his Cavalerie. The two commanders were therefore leading their horse directly against each other!

This proved a good move tactically, but a disaster for Sir John himself: seriously wounded in the clash that followed, he was carried from field, close to death, his Cuirassiers fleeing around him pursued by the Roundhead cavalry. History, unfortunately, does not record whether the two former friends actually met each other in the melee.

Worse was to follow. Although on the other side of the field the other Royalist horse had managed to flank charge a battalia of Untried Parliamentarian militia, the boys from Medmenham proved a tough nut to crack: quite frankly refusing to break no matter what the Royalists did.

The first flank charge goes in!

And worse! In the centre, the Untried Royalist foot wavered at the sight of the Roundhead foot in front of them, doubtless also unnerved by the fall of Sir John. Gradually the Royalist line began to bow backwards, and then suddenly broke: all victory coins gone. The Roundheads had won the day!

Just before the Royalist line broke

Aftermath

A great battle, and a suitable victory for K. as he heads off home.

The Untried Royalist foot proved no match for the seasoned Parliamentarian battalia, but it was really the two cavalry actions that decided the day. On the Royalist left, honours proved even with both sides losing the same number of units, but the Royalist horse left the field in pursuit whereas the Roundheads managed to rally and found themselves nicely behind the Cavalier line. On the Royalist right, the cavalry should have KO’d at least one of the infantry battalia they hit in the flank, but just couldn’t quite break them: they breed them tough in Medmenham.

But it was the wounding of Sir John and the dispatch of his Bodyguard that really did for the Royalists. It was an encounter that could have gone either way - a small but veteran Cuirassier unit versus a much larger but less protected Dutch horse squadron - but, as it was, the clash, and therefore the battle as a whole, went to Parliament.

Robert Avery

Two More Games of TTS

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It’s back to the living room for another couple of games of To The Strongest against K.: daughter #1’s boyfriend, trapped with us for the duration of lockdown. K. is becoming a seasoned wargamer now: into double figures with battles over the lockdown period and, as we began our games, victor in three out of our last four encounters.

“How is your Sarmatian coming along?”

In fact, so veteran is he that for this game, rather than just saying that he didn’t mind which army he played, K. very emphatically said that he’s like to play the Sarmatians again: the army he’d had so much success with last time. That was fine by me: I proxie my Sassanid Persians as Sarmatians, with the cataphracts representing veteran Sarmations and the Clibinarii standing in for the regular chaps.

A solid wall of lancers!

I, on the other hand, would take my beloved Ancient Britons, now quite a different army since the list changed the chariot force from being lights to being normal troops…it was time for the Ancient British Panzer Division to take to the field once more!

Four of my six warbands

I did still have some lights, javelin-armed horsemen and slingers, and was determined to try and use them as well as some of my other opponents i.e. manoeuvring around the battlefield like Billy Whiz, constantly nipping at flanks and rear.

“Come and have a go if you think you’re hard enough!”

Our first game was the sort of grinding encounter that typicalises battles where one or both sides are full of deep units. I couldn’t kill his veteran lancers, he was having difficulty breaking my deep warbands. I did manage to get my light horse attacking the flanks and rear of various Sarmatian units, but to no effect whatsoever!

The Ancient Britons head for the rough ground

Chariots kept back as a mobile reserve/exploitation force

In the end, however, it was lights that won the day for me. A unit of light infantry slingers found themselves out of ammunition and in the middle of the battlefield. They spent a bit of time desperately trying not to be noticed by the Sarmatians, a tactic that succeeded to the extent that one lancer unit, already disordered, strayed within flank charge range. In went the slingers and KO’d the Sarmatian cavalry. This left them a few squares from the rear of another Sarmatian cavalry unit. Their blood was obviously up, as a couple of high activation cards allowed me to charge them as well…and then take them out, relieving K. of the last of his victory coins. The slingers had won the day!

Game 2

As the distaff side of things had taken the evil pooch (squatter in my wargames room!) out for a walk, we swapped sides for a second battle.

One thing I noticed immediately was what a lot of Ancient Britons there were: ‘fousands of them to be inexact!

From the other side: there are an awful lot of hairy-arsed barbarians to kill!

This turned out, however, not to matter at all, as the game ended up being very much a walkover in my favour. The Ancient Brits came on in a slightly crooked line, which allowed me to target individual units with my bow fire. This was, as usual, quite ineffectual, but the odd Disorders I did achieve gave me an extra advantage in the melees that followed.

I did have a scare early on when one of my non-Veteran brigade generals was killed by a slingshot, but, once battle was joined in the centre, my veteran units killed the warbands in front of them, punching a huge hole in the British line.

The British line begins to crumble

Not only did this cost K. a lot of victory coins, but it also left the way open to his camp: worth another three coins. In the end, however, I didn’t even need that: I had kept my left and right flanks back whilst my centre went in, now I sent them forward as well, aiming all the time at his weaker units. This tactic proved successful, and suddenly K. had no coins left. Looking at the tabletop, we both realised that I hadn’t actually lost a unit: just one very unfortunate general. Total victory was mine.

Big Hole in the middle of the Ancient British line

Aftermath

A great afternoon’s gaming, and a chance for me to pull two games back against K. Tomorrow is Father’s Day, so I’ve booked another couple of games for then, but more on that in a future post…

Robert Avery

Two Games of TTS...

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…which almost never happened?

Why? I hear you ask. What could keep the man from his beloved wargaming?

An intruder, that’s what: an alien beast that has taken up residence in my wargaming room.

When I agreed that the family could get a dog, I made it clear that I wanted a good-sized, rough ‘n’ ready working dog. As you can see, I got exactly what I wanted. She’s a pedigree too, and one who delights in the name Irma Daydream Belle-ever, or Bella for short.

But back to wargaming…and with the space where my tables go filled with all sorts of doggy paraphernalia, I had to de-camp to the sitting room and go To The Strongest rather than my intended I Ain’t Been Shot, Mum.

With everything having to be shipped into the room as opposed to being immediately available , I decided to try my reconstructed 100YW English army: mounted knights, dismounted knights, longbows and billmen. K. would take the Sarmatians: neatly proxied by the Sassanid Persians.

For the first game, I made the classic “new army” mistake and forgot to consider how the army acted historically. As I’d rather foolishly put my cannon into the same brigade as the mounted knights, I placed them in the centre of the table, with battles consisting of a mix of dismounted knights, longbows and billmen on the flanks.

The Sarmatians took the initiative, swept forward, and basically defeated each battle as three separate encounters. Yes, I had plenty of missile-armed troops, but I just couldn’t get the concentration of fire I needed to halt the enemy heavy cavalry, who then swept in and lance-d my troops to death.

A foolish deployment!

I had learnt my lesson for game two, and set up in the traditional “Agincourt” fashion: archers in the middle, with the two battles next to each other for mutual support, with the melee troops on the flanks, and my mounted knights grouped on one side for a decisive flank attack.

This worked much better. As the Sarmatians advanced somewhat unevenly, I was able to target each unit in turn, hammering them with bow and cannon fire. By the time they had reached my line, they were already down three units, and natural attrition in melee, even on a one-for-one basis, gave me the victory, especially as the cannon had neatly taken the head off one of his generals!

A couple of good games (despite the change of location!) and a valuable lesson re-learnt: go historical with your tactics!

IABSM AAR: The Defence of Wulkow

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Another brilliant 6mm I Ain’t Been Shot, Mum battle report from Mark Luther, this time featuring action in 1945.

On the 16th of April 1945 the Soviet army unleashed its last offensive against the German Reich. The bridgeheads over the Oder River split asunder and spewed forth red infantry and armor which forged forward to take Berlin. Although by this late stage in the war the German army was on its knees, it had a strong defensive position on the Seelow heights and gave a good account of itself, selling each meter of the Reich dearly.

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IABSM AAR: Slaughter at Izdeshkovo!

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Back to sanity after all this pike and shot malarkey with a quick game of I Ain’t Been Shot, Mum.

I’d decided to play through the Vyazma or Bust! early war eastern front campaign with K., Daughter #1’s boyfriend: trapped with us for the duration, but now an avid wargamer. I was looking forward to this game, especially as K. had been happy to let me have the Soviets.

Unfortunately, it was to be one of those games where the dice gods had utterly deserted me: even K., nascent gamer that he is, commented on the fact that I couldn’t roll a five or six to save my life: he even mentioned it later when I rolled double six whilst playing Monopoly (I won that one at least, bankrupting K. in the process!).

Click on the picture below to see my humiliation!

FK&P AAR: The Attack on Marlowe Again

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Having written the scenario and got the table all set up, it seemed a shame not to play the Attack on Marlowe battle again, but this time swapping sides.

A full background to the game can be found in my original battle report (where I played the attacking Royalists), so here’s a summary and photographic report of the second run through (where I played the defending Parliamentarians).

This was a very different affair to our last game, as we both had a better idea of how things worked.

It was a grinding clash which, once my horse had returned from their pursuit off table, really came down to a whoever loses the next unit loses the game situation.

As it happened, that was me!

A great game, and I’m really looking forward to writing and playing the next scenario in the series.

FK&P AAR: The Attack on Marlowe

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Now that I had enough figures to field two decent sized English Civil War armies, it was time to get them onto the tabletop.

As I didn’t have enough of the right sort of figures for any of the published scenarios, I settled down to write my own and, just in case long-term inspiration struck, came up with the background for a potential campaign.

The Background

It’s the fictional county of North Wessex sometime in the middle of 1644. Two landowners, previously great friends, have found themselves on opposite sides in the war. Passionate discussions over dinners have turned into bitter arguments have turned into armed dispute!

On the Royalist side is Sir John Boulters, whose series of mills around the town of Maidenhythe provide a ready source of troops. With a commission from the King to restore order in the area, Boulters’ force is balanced and well-equipped.

kavan’s foot

On the Parliamentarian side, Sir Christopher Grey has a less balanced force more suited to defence than attack: he is short on horse, but does have plenty of foot . Sir Christopher’s troops are…well, old-fashioned is a phrase that suits: what horse he has fights in the Dutch style rather than the more progressive Swedish formations, and his infantry are pike-heavy. He has, however, received reinforcements from London: a brigade of commanded shot.

The Battlefield

Key to control over North Wessex is control of the bridges over the Thames: one at Maidenhythe, and one at Marlowe. Boulters already holds Maidenhythe, and has determined to force his former friend to operate north of the river only by taking Marlowe as well.

Approaching from the east, his scouts report that the Parliamentarians are drawn up just in front of the outskirts of Marlowe, obviously determined to do battle.

The battlefield from the Parliamentarian side

The Royalists

As has already been mentioned, Boulters’ Royalists are a balanced force drawn up in three brigades.

the royalists

Stafferton’s Right wing Horse Brigade (Boulters and his lifeguard in the background)

Sir William Ray’s central foot brigade

Colonel Derek Derrick’s left wing horse brigade

The Parliamentarians

Drawn up with defence initially in mind, the Parliamentarian forces under Sir Christopher Grey await them.

dutch horse and dismounted dragoons on the left wing

the foreigners from london in the centre

pike heavy battalia on the right wing

More Shots of the Troops, Now With Markers Down

The Battle Begins

As the sun rose over Marlowe, the two sides prepared to do battle:

view from the right flank

The Royalists opened proceedings by advancing all three of their brigades. Assuming that the Parliamentarians would stay fairly static in their defence, their plan was to control the centre as each wing swept around the enemy flank.

They were therefore somewhat surprised when a Parliamentarian Forlorn Hope left its blocking position on the road and charged towards where Sir Boulters sat surveying the field behind his cuirassier lifeguard. Boulters had obviously forgotten Nicholas Seymour’s daughter, but it seems that Nicholas Seymour had not!

Faced with such paltry opposition, Sir John ordered his lifeguard to charge. Well, it was either that or face an ignominious withdrawal before the action had even begun!

It was no contest: the cuirassiers literally rode over the Parliamentarian Forlorn Hope, leaving Seymour coughing his lifeblood into the muddy ground.

seymour’s demise

Unfortunately, a charge like that cannot easily be stopped, and Boulters and his cuirassiers completely lost control: charging forward right up to the battalia of enemy commanded shot sheltering behind a hedgerow.

this looks like a good way to lose your commanding general!

Meanwhile, the Parliamentarian Dutch horse and Dragoons moved forward and a general melee broke out. Much to my surprise, the Dragoons initially repulsed the untried Nicholson’s Horse attack, sending their charge back disordered.

Nicholson’s Horse were, however, made of stern stuff, and with their commander shouting what can only be described as vile imprecations they closed with the Dragoons again, this time sending them flying from the field.

General Melee

General Melee

In the other part of the melee, however, the 1st Grey’s Cavalerie swept Stafferton’s horse from the field, then set off in pursuit of the broken survivors.

This, however, led them vulnerable to a flank charge from the Royalist Braywicke horse, a small Swedish-style unit raised and led by Simon Braywicke, a landowner on the western edge of Maidenhythe.

our flank charge must surely win the day!

Unfortunately, the charge had no effect on the Parliamentarian horse: they ignored Braywicke and his men and disappeared off east after the remains of Stafferton’s men.

Ed.’s Note: I think we did that bit wrong. The Cavalerie should have stopped their pursuit and turned to fight the Royalists.

This reverse left Braywicke a bit surprised, but his surprise only lasted long enough for his men to be hit by the 2nd Grey’s Cavalerie squadron: hit and smashed from the field!

perhaps not!

Meanwhile…

Meanwhile, on the other side of the field, the Parliamentarian foot had formed a line, and were nervously watching Royalist cavalry start to threaten their flank.

This they countered by sending one of the Kavan’s foot battalia forward to meet the nearest enemy cavalry squadron, and turning another to face the threat on their flank.

At the same time, the Londoner commanded shot units in a surprising display of martial fervor, left the shelter of their hedgerows and moved forward to bring the enemy under fire.

martial fervor from the londoners!

Although the Royalist cuirassiers chose to fall back, the 1st Maidenhythe Foot Battalia lowered their pikes and sent the foreigners scurrying back to (presumably) the slums that they had come from.

This coincided with the two last remaining horse units on that flank - Nicholson’s Horse for the Royalists and 2nd Grey’s Cavalerie for the Parliamentarians - coming together with a mighty smash: both squadrons becoming disordered. They clashed again, and although Colonel Stafferton was lightly wounded, the Royalists eventually won the encounter.

Perhaps due to the impetuosity of the Londoners, this flank had been decided firmly in favour of the Royalists. They had lost only two squadrons of cavalry, but had done for five enemy units: two Forlorn Hope, one Dutch Horse and one Commanded Shot.

Back to the Other Flank

Back on the other side of the field, the 1st Battalia of Kavan’s Foot were still holding off the Derrick’s Horse, and had managed to inflict a light wound on Colonel Derrick himself.

Pike Heavy Foot versus Swedish Horse

In the centre, however, the Royalist foot was pushing forward, and had made the start of the enclosures in front of the town.

The way into marlowe is now clear!

This enabled one Battalia to bring the Parliamentarian foot under fire, meaning that the Roundhead’s days were probably numbered.

the Mill Workers Coming to Colonel Derrick’s assistance

Meanwhile, the 3rd Battalia of Kavan’s Foot had been solidly repulsing charge after charge from the Woodhurst Horse. Although at one stage they were double-disordered, they actually managed to rally back to good order, and were obviously going to be very hard to shift.

Endgame

Looking at the battlefield, however, it was obvious that the Royalists had won the day. All that remained of the Parliamentarians were two battalia of Kavan’s foot on the right flank, and one of the Londoner commanded shot units in the centre. There was a squadron of Dutch horse floating somewhere off-table, but there was no sign of it returning just yet.

the situation at the end of the battle

The game had probably been decided by the impetuosity of the Parliamentarians. Time and time again their troops left the comparative safety of the hedgerows and charged into close range or contact with the Royalists.

As this was only the second time I’d played the rules, I’m not sure I got everything right, but it seemed to give a very good game anyway.

Next we shall swap sides and play this game the other way around, and after that I shall be designing an encounter where both sides get a consignment of artillery.

Excellent fun, and another good lockdown battle!

Robert Avery

IABSM AAR: Lille Revisited

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Still on lockdown, but it’s bank holiday Monday so it must be time for another game of I Ain’t Been Shot Mum against K, Daughter #1’s boyfriend, trapped with us for the duration, but rapidly becoming a regular wargamer with, now, eight games under his belt.

The premise for today’s game is simple: it’s France 1940, and Rommel’s Germans are advancing rapidly on Lille, aiming for the village of Lomme, whose capture will seal off the escape route of all English and French forces in the area. The Allies have realised what the Germans are up to, and have dispatched a small force to hold Lomme for as long as possible. The scene is set for an epic clash!

Click on the picture below to see what happened:

IABNM AAR: OML3 Afternoon Game

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I’ve finished another unit of Marian Romans (pictures after they are varnished) so am just wondering what to paint next.

Choices are to do another unit of Dutch horse for my ECW collection, start on the third unit of Marian Romans, search the lead mountain for inspiration, or start something new.

I know I have to resist starting something new (!) so opened the cupboard where I put everything that I want to paint but not just now…and there, at the front, was the new kit just bought from Battlefront during their lockdown sales from their Team Yankee range.

Tempting, but I really shouldn’t, so in the meantime I thought I’d give us all a bit of inspiration by resurrecting another battle report from Nick’s Maxim to Milan website charting the now moribund development of I Ain’t Been Nuked Mum: a version of IABSM for cold war Europe.

This was the afternoon game from the third Operation Market Larden Lardy Day in Evesham. Click on the pic below to see all:

Meanwhile I’m back doing what I should be doing: more Marian Romans!

IABSM AAR: Minsk-Mazowiecki

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Another lockdown game of I Ain’t Been Shot, Mum against Daughter #1’s boyfriend, K, trapped with us for the duration.

This time we would be returning to Poland in 1939, using scenario #37 from the second September War scenario pack: Minsk-Mazowiecki. The action takes place on 13th September as Polish cavalry under General Wladyslaw Anders attempt to break through elements of the German 3rd Army as they march on Modlin.

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IABSM AAR: Lockdown Game

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Here’s a quick series of pictures from Rick Staple taken from the IABSM Facebook page.

It’s lockdown: so a quick joint/solo game of IABSM:

IABSM AAR: Border Clash with Borduria

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Here’s another battle report from James Manto’s excellent blog Rabbits in my Basement.

For this game, James has expanded his Medieval and 18th Century Imaginations concept to the post-WW2 period, with an epic clash across the fictional border between Mantovia (huzzah!) and Borduria (boo, hiss!) set in 1949.

Click on the link above or the image below to see James’ picture-heavy write-up:

IABSM AAR: 3RTR at Hames Boucres

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Time for another lockdown game of I Ain’t Been Shot, Mum against K, Daughter #1’s boyfriend, trapped with us for the duration.

I used scenario #3 from the Defence of Calais scenario pack: 3RTR at Hames-Boucres. I would take the Brits, K would play the Germans.

The game begins as a squadron of British tanks (a Squadron HQ of an A9 and an A10; two troops of three A13s each; a troop of three MkVIb light tanks; and a couple of recon Dingos) headed in column along a sunken road towards the village of Hames-Boucres (a few miles from Calais) with orders to deal with a few "rogue enemy tanks" that had apparently been spotted roaming around the countryside…

Click on the picture below to see what they encountered:

A Game of Warlord

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With five of us from two-three different generations all living on top of one another during lockdown, tensions can sometimes run a little high. One survival mechanic that we have adopted is to try every day to sit down to a family dinner (other meals being more ad hoc) and then do a family activity together. Sometimes it’s a film, sometimes an online quiz night with the extended family etc.

Some nights it’s a board game, and having exhausted Monopoly, Cluedo, Scrabble, Trivial Pursuit etc we were looking for something different. That’s when the teenager spotted Warlord: that classic game of conquest and nuclear war.

Initially dubious (“it looks like a wargame, Dad”) we’ve now played a couple of games and eagerly added it to our regular stable.

I first played the game at school as a slightly smaller version of what you see here was released by Games Workshop in 1980 (when they were a “general [war] game” publishing and retail company) and bought my copy from the original designer, Mike Hayes, a couple of years ago.

It’s a game with incredibly simple mechanics (you can literally learn all the rules in five minutes) but a combat system that is fiendish in application. Here’s the description from Board Game Geek:

Gaining territories through combat is an elegant use of cunning and bluff. Instead of rolling dice, the attacker simply chooses with a single D6 how many pieces they wish to attack with (subject to restrictions based on terrain). The D6 is then concealed and the defender attempts to guess it. If they guess correctly the attacker loses that number of armies; if they guess wrongly one defender is lost, and if the territory is now left unoccupied the selected number of attacking pieces or greater are advanced into the territory to capture it.

The picture above shows the final position from last night’s game, played on the European map. The black counters represent areas that are now permanently uninhabitable due to radiation. As you can see, Spain and Central Europe got hit badly but, despite having the heart of her empire H-bombed, the pinks under daughter #1 took the day.

Highly recommended!

IABSM AAR: The September War #01: Chojnice

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It was time for the first lockdown game of I Ain’t Been Shot, Mum!

The daughter’s boyfriend K (trapped here for the duration) had tried and enjoyed To The Strongest, it was now time to introduce him to WW2 gaming, and what better place to start than with a game of IABSM set in Poland on 1st September 1939.

The scenario is taken from the first September War scenario pack, and involves the fighting around Chojnice, an important Polish communications hub where, during the first day of the invasion, the Poles fought a delaying action, only withdrawing in late afternoon.

The game itself centered around a railway bridge that the Poles must hold, rig with explosives, and then blow up before the Germans can take the bridge and defuse the charges.

Click on the picture below to see all…

Two Games of To The Strongest

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Another two lockdown games of To The Strongest with Daughter#1’s boyfriend, who is staying with us for the duration.

This time we ditched any pretense of involving the distaff side of the family: leaving them to watch The Queen’s Corgis on Netflix or Amazon or one of the other multiple streaming services that we seem to have adopted over the past few months, as we men got down to some serious gaming.

As this was our third session of TTS, I wanted K. to experience something a little different to the largely “deep units on both sides” games that we’d been playing so far. I therefore mocked up a Sarmatian army from my Sassanid Persians: four units of veteran heavy cavalry with lance and bow represented by cataphracts (represented by, not counting as!) and four units of standard heavy cavalry with lance and bow represented by clibinarii. There was also a unit of horse archers in there somewhere too.

K would take a Syracusan army: a core of four Hoplite units, one bodyguard; a mercenary command with a couple of units of Celts; and then a sprinkling of light infantry and raw cavalry to add flavour. It was, I explained, the first time that the Cretan Archers (see post from a couple of days ago) had been on the tabletop, so he was to expect them to perform extremely badly indeed!

“Why are all your men on that side of the battlefield?”

We deployed our troops, and K immediately noticed that I had heavily weighted my left flank, leaving many of his units with an open battlefield in front of them. He queried why I had done so, and I kindly explained that he would find out in a few minutes.

The reason, of course, was that I was going to try and smash his weak right flank to pieces and then wheel round and roll up his line like a yoga mat before his slow, left-flank units could get in on the action.

The first phase of my plan went, well, according to plan: one command of veterans and one command of standard cavalry did indeed clear K’s right flank from the table, leaving things looking like this:

Tough love!

Some of you might suggest that it was perhaps a little harsh of me to take advantage of the lad’s inexperience in this way, but I did explain exactly what I had planned and what I thought was going to happen as I did it: making sure that he would understand what was going on and be able to either counter or employ the same tactic in the future.

Back to the battle.

As a command of clibinarii duly held off his rampaging Celtic mercenaries, my cavalry duly wheeled round and, in text book fashion, slammed into his flank and, in one unit’s case, went for his camp.

Cretan Archers fulfilling their first-game destiny

Syracuse has fallen!

K began shedding victory coins right, left and centre, and the day was soon mine.

Game Two

As that game hadn’t taken very long, we swapped sides and prepared to do battle again.

I was expecting K to try and copy my refused flank tactic of last time, so determined that I would use an advance in echelon tactic to try and disrupt his plans. As it happened, K deployed his men evenly over his side of the table, so after I had made my first move, the battlefield looked like this:

On his right flank, K advanced his cavalry forward to meet the two units of Celts coming towards him over the hill. This left his horse archers to hold off the mercenary Greek cavalry coming through the pass.

This turned out to be a bit of a mistake as, admittedly with a bit of luck, my cavalry rapidly dispersed his light horse and found themselves in a fantastic position on the flank of one of his commands.

By rights, his horse should have been able to turn to face me, and then a normal face-to-face combat would have occurred, but K managed to draw not one, not two, but three Aces in succession for activation: his horse weren’t moving anywhere!

By rights, I should then have been able to crash into his flank and roll up both units rather pleasingly before going on to sack his camp: seven of his nine victory coins should have been mine. Again, however, a weird series of cards meant that his cavalry, although they wouldn’t turn to face me, were able to hold me off for the duration of all his Aces. I did eventually destroy both units, but not before events on the rest of the field decided the day.

Battle was then generally joined across the rest of both lines, with K’s lance armed cavalry attacks compensating for the depth of my foot units.

the first cut is always the deepest!

I kept expecting my horse to roll up his cavalry and win the game but, as I said above, it kept failing to happen, and gradually my foot units began to lose the day. A lost general sealed my fate, and the turn after my horse had finally rolled up those cavalry at the back, I lost one victory coin too many and the day was K’s: a grinding triumph for the Sarmations.

K was naturally chuffed to bits to get his first victory. The only thing that now puzzles me is where he’s going to sleep tonight…

IABSM AAR: Campaign for Greece #13: Glider Assault

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Another amazing-looking 6mm game of I Ain’t Been Shot, Mum from Mark Luther: his second, played-remotely, lockdown special.

This time he has used scenario #13 from the Campaign for Greece scenario pack, entitled Glider Assault.

Click on the picture below to see all:

AAR: Smash of the Titans!

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So #1 Daughter’s boyfriend had been roped into cooking the Easter Roast, which left me no-one to play with except for #2 Daughter.

She felt that she could manage another battle, but only if it had “monsters and aliens and stuff” in it.

Not a problem my dearest fruit of my loins: time to make To The Strongest literally fantastic by breaking out my Legendary Greek figures.

I would play the Sumerians, #2 Daughter would take the part of Poseidon leading a contingent of Hoplite Greeks spiced up with few “monsters…” etc.

In effect, this meant that she fielded (nearest to furthest in the picture above) a unit of Pegasus horse that could ignore terrain penalties; two units of Centaur cavalry (one horse archers, one cavalry); a unit of Minotaurs counting as axemen; and two units of monsters: the Hydra, the Erymanthian Boar, the Chimera, and the Medusa (treated as elephants).

The Sumerians remained unphased by this display of divine horrors:

The Battle Begins

The game began with one of those weird series of multiple Aces appearing on each side, with the result that although the lines crept slightly closer together, the only interesting event was the Hydra and Chimera bounding forward to attach the Sumerian left flank.

Very sensibly, the slingers ran for it…and here #2 Daughter made a mistake. Instead of crashing through the poor terrain, or lurking in its lee, the Hydra and Chimera decided to go round it. Not being very manoeuverable, however, they got stuck with their rear ends sticking out!

This would prove to be a very inviting target for the, er, pink Sumerian spearblock, and they would eventually charge the two monsters in the rear and do enough damage to send them straight off the table, therefore negating the regenerative abilities that I had assigned to both (automatically regenerate from disordered when activated).

The two battlelines then got on with the business of smashing into each other, each advancing forward as fast as they could.

As Sumerian commander, I sent in my battlecars first: determined to soften the Legendary Greeks up a bit before committing my infantry.

This was all going nicely, with the Centaur horse archers eradicated when they failed to evade, but I had forgotten about the terrain-ignoring Pegasus cavalry: which snuck around my flank and threatened to roll up my entire line!

Fortunately, great Zeus was obviously determined to make sure that his somewhat soggy brother was humiliated, and the flank charge only managed to KO one unit of battlecars before a spear block managed to get forward fast enough to force the flying horses to evade beyond the trees.

Unfortunately, the other two units of battlecars believed in a different divine panoply, and were destroyed by the Hoplite unit backed by Poseidon himself and, a bit unexpectedly, the Centaur cavalry. Things were looking a bit dicey on my right flank, but I had the infantry brigade behind ready to stabilise the situation.

The action now swung to the other side of the field, where the Minotaurs had been easily dismissed: obviously their tales of martial prowess were complete bull! I had, however, lost my Axemen, so the situation looked like this:

Zeus intervened again, and somehow I managed to dispose of the Medusa and the Boar, and get my spearmen back across the field and into the rear of what had been the Minotaur-led Hoplites.

Their loss proved too much for the Legendary Greeks to take, and the field of glory was mine.

Aftermath

A most enjoyable game which, I must confess, that I won by sheer luck of the cards. #2 Daughter, who is not yet old enough to drive, made only one tactical error, at the beginning, and otherwise came close to annihilating an entire flank which would, I think have given her victory. As it was, I was only one coin behind her in terms of defeat.

I think I might actually make a serious attempt to define some characteristics for the Legendary Greeks, if only because it’s nice to get some unusual figures on the tabletop.

Right, off to the Temple of Zeus to give thanks…