Biblical at Campaign 2019

The two Egyptian warlords stared at each other across the field of battle, both seeking clues to whether the opposition had built their army with the same theory as they themselves had done.

In this game, both sides had pretty close to minimal Chariots, but the Baron's men had elected for a more controllable, Impact Foot version with only a small core or wild and impetuous warriors.

The Baron's men, even though they were attacking, had gained a small benefit at deplyment by hiding their legendary Fred Flintstone Division of Impact Foot and bowmen behind a hill in their own deplyment area.

Many Giraffes had clearly given their lives unwillingly in order to cover the shields of the Flintstoneian infantry, and they carried them proudly before them as they emerged over the hillside

Sod it, lets drive forward and start shooting!

Ya nhar eswed! With the Chariots too far away to both get in cleanly were they to charge, suddenly the Barons chariotry realised that their aggressive move may have in fact hung them out to dry, and if they did not dodge some incoming fire they could end up seriously embarassed by the poorest quality troops on the board for either side.

By now though the flanks were a mere sideshow as the two long, long lines of infantry smashed together at enormous speed.

The Loyalists had managed to engineer overlaps at both ends of the extremely long line of battle through some judicious use of "simply having loads more men" but the Barons infantry had a good scattering of well drilled Impact warriors of their own, who's stoic and careful approach to combat would see them go into the first round with an advantage against the less disciplined Meshwesh warriors in the pay of the Loyalist King.

With more important things happening elsewhere the Barons feint along the table edge decided that it probably was a potential pip sink that the rest of the army could ill afford

Immediately they turned tail and retreated, tempting the Mediocre Loyalist bowmen into a yet more aggressive frame of mind as they stared at their opponents retreating buttocks.

The Flintstone Division had been caught cold by the ferocity of the Loyalists advance to combat down the middle of the park.

Fred and his gang sat becalmed as pips were suddenly needed in the centre to shore up the flanks of their embattled centre.

The first round of combat echoed across the desert, the sound of clashing swords and leather on leather bouncing back from the flat faces of the Pyramids as the two sides slammed into each other at great pace.

Tutankhamun woudl have turned in his grave to see how the dice clattered, swords swung, and markers of all varieties as the effect of Overlaps at both ends of the line for the Loyalists vyed for supremacy against the Regular Impact sort of clever stuff of the Barons men.

With gaps all across their line the Barons men became quickly disheartened.

Their reserves were non-existant, everything had been committed to a first round which they needed to survive but the Meshwesh charge of the Loyalist mercenaries had swept them away.

As the combats rolled on the cumulative effect of ever more serious overlaps and the odd turned flank was seeing great gobbets of the Barons men consigned back to the storage tin as the army started simply to evaporate.

The line of battle stretched into the distance as the Barons men started to wilt even faster than an ice cream from the little shop round the corner in the blazing desert-like heat of the afternoon sun.

Viewed from this angle behind the right wing of the Barons army you can clearly see the refused right flank of the Loyalists over in the distance against which the Flintstone Gang have advanced into no-mans land. The Meshwesh are also starting to break through in the centre and in the foreground it is visible exactly how the erosion of both ends of the Barons line is freeing up ever more Loyalist Mercenaries to sweep forward and find targets of opportunity wherever they can

By The Beard of The Pharaoh! Flanks lie open as the Loyalist Mercenary Mighty Mighty Meshwesh cause merry havoc in all directions.

The Barons men simply have nowhere to turn as psychotic warriors from the lands across the water tear them to shreds from all sides

With the Barons army crumbling the Loyalists launch a series of attacks on its flanks, not so much to inflict further damage as the Meshwesh are well on their way to winning the game already

Instead they look more simply to occupy the extremities of the Barons army and prevent them, buy some unimaginable miracle, from reinforcing their failing centre and turning the tide.