My final game at Warfare this year was a match against the Pechenegs: an army comprising many units of light cavalry, most grouped into “massed lights” units, and a unit of noble lancers.

Unsurprisingly, the Pechenegs won the scouting, and I soon found myself staring at a line of bow-armed light cavalry advancing swiftly towards the Gondoliers.

Fighting light cavalry with non-missile-armed troops is like fighting water!

Take, for example, the initial clash on my right flank. The Pechenegs advance four units: three massed lights and their single unit of lancers. My Knights advance and charge the pesky blighters, who promptly evade away unscathed.

Massed bow fire causes a disorder on one unit of knights, who are then promptly charged by the lancers and sent flying from the table. Admittedly my Knights were wearing their cardboard armour rather than the proper steel stuff, but come on…!

This pattern continued in the centre, where my pikes had to combine with the knights retreating from the right flank in order to KO a unit of lights, the schioppettiere showing no interest in getting involved even when presented with the opportunity to rear-charge the horsemen.

Only on the left was there any real success, where the Knights, with help from some mounted handgunners, did what they were supposed to do and drove back the Pechenegs without taking any casualties from bow fire.

At this point I realised I was going about things all wrong: in that rather than trying to engage with the Pechenegs wherever I found them, allowing them to dance around my troops and find gaps to exploit, what I actually needed to do was to form a long line and just push them off the table!

So that’s what I did: a bit of consolidation in the centre and on the right to form a line, and then a steady advance.

Meanwhile, over on the left, although I’d had great initial success, I needed to consolidate in the same way to prevent my victorious units from being individually overwhelmed.

This was all working very nicely, and it wouldn’t have been long before the Pechenegs were pinned up against their base line and then either destroyed or driven off the table, but unfortunately all the shilly-shallying around at the beginning of the game meant that I was out of the time needed to being my cunning plan to fruition: you don’t get a lot of time for each game in a one-day-four-games tournament, so need to really get your shift on in each encounter.

The end of this, final round was called and, totting up the points, I found that I had lost seven coins to eight!

One more turn and the advantage would have been to me but, like Napoleon at Waterloo, I was out of time!

A great game, even considering the end result. All I wanted to do was re-fight the battle and, this time, just smartly advance in line and drive the pesky Pechenegs off table!

It had been an excellent Warfare tournament, even if I ended up twelth out of sixteen. Recommended as both a show to go to and an event to play in: see you all there next year.