Well, we finally got the new table up. Last weekend got railroaded by real life; I hate real life! Anyway, so the new 6'x12' terrain mat is in place and we got some figs on the table and will play a round tomorrow. Once I close the garage up for the evening and park bikes and junk it starts to get a bit crowded now.
It's not looking so good for the Brits as they rolled up a measly force of one battalion plus a little support in the way of three squadrons cavalry, four guns, and some rifles. Reinforcements are on the way including some Scots but I think these lads will be hard pressed to hold the ridge before they arrive.
Across the field the Frogs are chomping at the bit and delighted to have caught this small Brit rear guard. Ready to advance is a full brigade of infantry, six squadrons of cavalry, and an entire battery.
That's well over 2,100 moustaches of infantry alone that's pointed at the ridge; the 33rd foot is about to get a real test of their ability to stand and shoot.
Another shot showing the French commanders well secured left. Those are Saxon curassiers and hussars and they are really feeling grumpy about being in Spain.
The line defending the gas grill is really looking a bit thin right about now. But with the enormous advantage in French cavalry the Brit commander is in a tight spot. Does he dare retire? Does he dare stand? The light brigade better show up.
The subject of the British commanders anxiety. Besides the squadrons on his right, he has several high quality squadrons of Frog cavalry on his left including some curassiers and lancers. Everyone hates lancers!
The foot print of a regiment sized cavalry formation at 1:1 scale. This is why I love 6mm!!!