Saturday, February 22, 2020

Les Guerillas.. Spain 1809


Four bodies swung from gibbets as if the hot Spanish wind had rocked them to sleep, whistling its sweet lullaby through the branches of the nearby trees. A dust cloud wafted in the breeze, raised by the thousands of French boots, lose leather soles flapping with each lift, creating a chattering counter-rhythm to the cadence of the march.
"Merde, les guerillas", and a gaunt French Grenadier hawked and spat at the feet of the swinging corpses as he marched past. Empty eye sockets, surrounded by parched brown skin, leered at the passing soldiers, taunting them at every step. Marching and fighting on empty stomachs was not the work of the Emperor's finest,  nor was fighting without ball and powder. But fight the would, even in this hell hole called the Iberian peninsular, this hades called Spain.

Keith, Andy, Richard, and I,  had gathered for a Volley and Bayonet game using my 25mm armies., with an Anglo--Spanish force pitched against a French force. The armies were each of 3000 points, compiled using the Road to Glory scenario system, then tactical postures of each side determined using the scenario cards.

Initial deployment, the Anglo Spanish on the left, the French on the right

The British right woing

French line infantry brigade

The British right was supported by the Spanish cavalry. The commanders shed these cavalry out to threaten the French left

The French left deployed in a defensive posture, the extreme left refused

The French centre with two devisions deployed one behind the other. The centre was to see the hottest action, the French disadvantaged by the river that divided the centre, limiting the French ability to deploy and manoeuvre

The Spanish, with the plan to hold up the obvious French attack against this flank, while the British cut through the centre

The British Guards have attacked in the centre, bouncing a French brigade

A second British division in reserve

Spanish reserves join the fray
 
French recruits (poorly trained troops) advance to threaten the flank of the British attack

The French attack on their right makes contact, starting the process of pushing the Spanish left backwards

A wider view of the French right attacking

The British reserve division advances to counter the French threat to the flank

The Guards attack again in the centre

The French right attack continues to roll on forward

The French centre has been driven back by the British Guards

Some of the French centre troops having fallen back under the pressure of the Guards' attack, the division exhausted

More French pressure on their right, French cavalry starting to push pas to threaten the Spanish flank and rear

The Spanish left is being forced back

Spanish troops supporting the British in their attack on the centre


Table top view of the French left

The French counterattack on their left centre, ably supported by the remnants of the plate of savouries

The British reserve counter attacks

The French centre also counter attacks against the Guards

The French right hits the flank of those Spanish supporting the British attach. The French brigade however fails moral, and is drive back

The French continue to dispute the high ground seized by the British Guards

The poorly trained French division counterattacks the British reserve - and drives the British back

The French right is continuing its relentless push, but the Spanish use the terrain to good effect to delay the French

The French counter attack against the Guards is driven off.... the battle has reached crisis point



The French cavalry then strikes at the flank of the Spanish centre, and routs and drives back the infantry and the artillery supporting the British. However the French centre is in such a parlous state it will be difficult for them to hold against the Guards whose advance seems relentless. There were more photos of this stage of the action, but photographic incompetence meant I blurred them.. they were not of good enough quality to add here. The sight of French dragoons charging two supported Spanish artillery batteries, routing one and forcing the other back, was a sight for wearied French eyes.

The almost routine failure of the French in their attacks (plenty of 6s on morale, and plenty of dice that were NOT 6s in the attacks) might well have reflected the impact of constant guerilla raids, depriving the army of much needed supplies. However there can be no taking away from the skill of Keith and Andy as they fought a great battle.

And wow what a game... lots of theatre, lots of cinematic moments...and a minor victory to the Anglo-Spanish under the scenario system. 

2 comments:

  1. the dice , the cursed dice , need I say more!

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  2. Excellent game and commentary. Perhaps the photos of the final turns were blurred due to the obligatory beverages following the savouries?!
    Magnificent to see a table covered in Minifigs.
    More please!

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