As a typical Frenchman our bold Captain of Militia was enjoying a game of Boule when word came of the Spanish attack. It was to be Militia on Militia action.
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| The Town square, complete with a Voodoo priest hexing the cross. |
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| Spaniards? Call out the bold French Militia! Someone? Anyone? |
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| And those horrid Indeo fellows too! |
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| The French place their best troops out in the open in the town square. |
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| And my worst over on the right. |
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| My Militia advance around the church and I suddenly see the gap in the wall that has been hidden from my viewpoint. |
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| I standard blaze away at the skulking Spaniards |
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| The Militia and the Lanceros play chicken |
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| On the other flank it comes down to hand to hand |
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| The Lanceros make short working my skulking Militia |
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| The Captain and his Group hide in Church |
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| A catastrophic event as my Boucanier discover they have wet powder |
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| The Lanceros run my Militia to death, but frontage church windows I fire a volley, shaking them. |
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| Out in the square the Boucanier are beset. |
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| But the Captain charges out and a stiff fight commences |
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| On the flank it's going poorly. I realise I've gotten around 20 of my Frenchmen killed |
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| And soon it's more. The French have only a handful of men left alive. |
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| My two surviving Militia guys on the right finally win their fight. A Phyrric victory |
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| In the market square less good. |
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| And the Lanceros cross into my deployment zone. I fail the strike tests. The French run away. |




















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