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The Dervish appear as the Teesiders advance... |
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The Teesiders use battalion square |
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Major Pea gets the Mounted Infantry into the rifle pits. He then forms up his enormous column |
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The Fortress bristles with the Rasuli`s Dervish |
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Pea faces the uncompromising dice of fate. Once again they are catastrophic... |
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Ali Bongo stands his ground. |
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That grassy knoll once again swarms with the enemy |
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The Dervish dice of fate are strong on the centre table, but weak when it comes to recycling... |
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Cometh the hour, cometh the Queen's Own Minifigs. |
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That damn grassy knoll still crawls with Dervish |
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The Camel Corps use the flank to advance |
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A prayer to Vectron is rewarded as the Teesiders kill enemy after enemy... |
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Most of the Dervish appear on the Fortress table. Was anyone watching those dice rolls? |
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Shielded by the Queen's Own the Langbaughs begin their Zariba |
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The Fortress remains undaunted, if a little scratched by the Mountain gun of the Camel Corps. Major Whitemoore withdraws, cursing the Rasuli and swearing revenge... |