Tarrington's horse, wiped out in the first round in their first battle. Since I was the Cavaliers and wiped 'em out, no complaints. But the Eastern Association horse under Cromwell rallied back on their foot, who saw off the pursuing Royalists and allowed the Ironsides to return and pester our flank for the rest of the game.
The opposite flank was most satisfactory, since Rupert's Lifeguard was supported by commanded shot and a galloper gun; Hesselrig's lobsters were duly squashed after Tarrington's. Newcastle's whitecoats lived up to their reputation as well, holding up in the foot engagement until the victorious horse came to sew it up.
My left wing, paralyzed by an enemy I thought we'd seen off for good. Also the village of Much Piddling in the Marsh, with Huxley's dragoons cheering for their king.
The Parliamentary foot held their own with a determination that would have been better employed in a worthier cause than bearing arms against their lawful sovreign. The "disciplined" rating, while less flamboyant than the "impetuous" one, gives real value for money for reliable control. But even the best foot are in trouble when attacked by combined arms, and eventually the army's morale crumbled, after bravely passing several morale tests. London is now under investment, with a pardon offered to all rebels who will confess their faults and return to their allegiance. With one or two exceptions.
(Oh, also shewn are Rupert's Lifeguard of Foot. I've always thought English historians have underrated the man's ability.)
Rupert, pah!you may have won this engagement, but Cromwell will win the war!
Seriously though, a great report. Nice one. 8)
Bigger piccies next time please. :D
The site gets bolshie if I try to post 'em larger.
You could try uploading on Photobucket or Flickr, and link to these here?
Yep that definitly works