The Emperor, in his wisdom, has decided to send a full invasion Force to quell the English. As a Chef du Battalion I, Major Finguin of the Gascon 27th Du Ligne, have been sent ahead to secure the landing place.
With my ever optimistic sidekick Lt Pommefritte I lead our men ashore. Actually Pommefritte lead our men ashore whilst I finished my repast aboad, a nice Brie de Meaux with a Boulogne Sur Mer baguette, and a cheeky Anjou rosé.
We landed at Newport, a wind swept sodden place, which resembled a St Etienne midden. I say we, but I mean Pommefritte. The naval forces which have been lent to me for the entire campaign included four groups of Elite Marines, who I landed with a gun on the south beach.
Pommefritte took the remainder of our force to land on the North beach. He was to secure the Church, whilst I was to drive off any troops in that area and secure a Mistress from the general populace.
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| The sleepy town of Newport, its gentle river flowing majestically into the bay, and smelling ever so slightly of ... dead fish... |
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| Zut Alors, it is the Navy. Let's be honest here, looking for an Inn rather than a fight. |
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| Pommefritte Lands with the main body. The rather snazzy looking boats are from the Waldridge shipyards, made by a certain Uriah the Hittite, model boat builder to the gentry. |
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| The British respond with two groups. The Sailors were patently outflanking them... |
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| The Voltiguers' fire drives the British Skirmishers back towards the bridge... |
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| But to secure the flank the French land two elite groups from their Marine force, with a gun. The gun is unloaded since it landed from the boat. |
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| The French halt for lunch. A nice Boursin, a strong Camenbert and a fresh baguette from Les Morrison... |
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| The British Skirmishers turn on the Marines, but these are elite Marines, supported by an Army Artillery piece, and there seems little chance of those skirmishers avoiding a dose of cannister. |
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| The British Skirmishers run for it. Their flanks are now exposed on both sides |
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| The Marines and artillery advance driving the British back |
Pretty much end game for the British as they withdraw back for their deployment point. The British had played a clever but limited defence, however the way to Oakhampton and inland was now clear.
Oakhampton? Bighampton, Oldhapmton?
These damn English maps...
Nice stuff. It'd be neat to see alternate history scenarios like this gamed out more.
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