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| The Royal Dragoons make the first break. Abandoning the Infantry Captain Quincy flees for the paddle steamer |
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| The RMLI secure the landing site |
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| The Wasseer produces his sneak, a fleet of dervish fellucas with riflemen as crew. |
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| The Marines pull back to cover the gangplank, fearful that the Madhists will get between them and the steamer. |
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| The Dervish fleet is pinned by the steamer's gun. Colonel Quilp double times for the stricken boats. |
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| Dervish riflemen appear in the rocks to snipe at the cavalry, but they are too late. |
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| The GS Wagon and its wounded reach the steamer. Lt Herbert Farthingdale is saved and can write more letters to his mother. |
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| The Egyptian Companies finally wise up and sprint for the Nile. Hawtrey minces along unable to catch up. |
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| The end game. Our heroic Officers save themselves at the expense of their men. |
He may be gifted in the facial hair department but a sailor he is not. Perhaps if the Colonel had hired the fishermen rather than shot them he would have a better chance of staying afloat. It really is hilarious to watch. I have a five bob bet with the captain of marines as to which of the boats sinks first. Do crocodiles make good pets?
ReplyDeleteGreat game. I suspect that the Colonel`s facial hair will prove his undoing and that a crocodile will seize his glorious "moustaches" and drag him to his doom. Only Sergeant Brian Brutal came out of this affair with any honour, gallantly staying with his gattling gun!
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