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| We were so incensed by the rocks we through down our clothes in disgust |
Well that was pretty ugly!
Steve and I cracked out To the Strongest for a rumble at the club with my Gauls and his beautiful Spanish. I knew it was going to be tough after the terrain phase of the game where stacks of Iberian rough and rock refused to go away and remained in some pretty key areas. Not ideal for brave deep war bands intent on destruction but ideal for those slippery little Latino types with javelins, heavy weapons and lots of nasty insults from the hilltops.
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| Not an ideal place to bring your wheeled light chariot |
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| Turning to the right to help deter the mass of light cavalry and infantry tearing down the Gallic right flank. Even at this very early stage we were looking for the magic potion! |
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| Reconstruct these words into a sentence “Rock…Hard…Between…a…Caught…bugger… place” |
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| This is the last photo I took as my tears stopped me from being able to focus very well…not from losing of course…from the flock on the bases getting into my eyes. I have allergies too you know! It was also very cold, and the spear points were sharp. |
As expected the beautifully painted Spanish had their way with their hairy and noisy neighbours from Gaul. Great to get the figures out and great to have Steve back at the club gaming after a very busy period with work.
Maybe next time those Gauls will pick the right field to do battle upon.
Maybe!.
