Mr Wells had predicted it, had written about it, described it as it would be, in detail, and no-one believed. But now they had no choice. The Martians had arrived. And who should the world call upon in their time of need, but Major General Caruthers.
And by jove, take up the cudgel he did, assembling some of Britain's finest, with the intention of defending Britain, nay of defending the entire world, against this heinous threat.
Caruthers found himself defending behind a river line not far from London, deploying nthe scratch force that Horse Guards had assembled:
1 x Blade General (Caruthers himself)
3 x Blades
2 x shooters
1 x Knights (17th Lancers, of course!!)
1 x steam Behemoth
1 x battery of Royal artillery
1 x Airboat
The Alien force had emerged from cylinders a exactly as predicted by Wells, and included:
1 x Hero general
4 x Hordes
2 x walkers (behemoths)
2 x shooters
2 x warbands
(Quick note: Andy had confused his choices a little, so the troops' base sizes didn't match his choices.. we went with his choices.)
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Initial deployment seen from behind Caruthers' position |
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The Martians advanced, seeking to cross the river. We were both hindered by consistently low PIP die rolls) |
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The British airboat crossed the enemy lines preparing to attack their line from the rear |
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... and attack the line it did |
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The Hordes attack the blade holding the British left flank |
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On Caruthers' right, a behemoth supported by warband pushed across the river. The British flank is held by the Lancers, a unit of blade, and one of shooters |
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On the right the attackers are vanquished |
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The airboat finally finds success, eliminating a unit of Martian hordes |
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On the British left the second walker is destroyed by the steam robot. |
Martian casualties had now reached a critical point and the Martian forces withdrew. Caruthers had won the day on the battlefield here in England, w]but where else would the Martians strike?