After some initial skirmishing the French attack the left-flank of the British-held hill top
A remarkably poor showing by the French is met with the superlative musketry of the Portuguese
British counterattack pushes back the Swiss, whose performance on this battlefield is best forgotten. Masséna's vow is to make them his mules, or send them to guard the Pope!
French flank is turned, and the Highlanders are made of stern stuff as they force an advance
The left and right-hand flanks of the battlefield are quiet, as they observe the fierce fighting in the centre
A French regiment flees the battlefield - Masséna must withdraw
We played the battle again, and this one was much closer; most of the battle was a hotly contested draw, but this time Masséna can blame the Irish light infantry, whose markmanship made him suspect they held some kind regard for Scotsmen!
"met with the superlative musktetry of the POrtuguese"
ReplyDeleteI nearly did a double take there, until I remembered that the portugeese riflemen were actually pretty good shots and that it was actually the Spanish who were notoriously bad shots. The perils of blog surfing at 1 in the morning. Great report again. Thanks for sharing.
The dice never lie Brian! :-)
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