We were playing out a raid scenario wherein a British line infantry regiment, three Loyalist infantry regiments, a detachment of Queen's Rangers and a warband of sympathetic Indians went out to harvest some food (conveniently already harvested and turned into edible goods by the local indigenous rebel population), appropriate some livestock for the King (after all, it is his Colony!), and turn a few rebel barns into kindling. Opposing us were some rebel Militia infantry, rabble cavalry, and some French sharpshooting riflemen.
I won't bore you with a play-by-play of what each unit did and how it turned out, because the point here is the Indians. This was a unit of eleven Warlord Games Indians that I picked up in a deal and Linda and I finished/touched up to make playable. While the regular and Loyalist regiments marched down the road as formed troops should, my Indians came on the table in a wooded area with a dismounted unit of militia cavalry within charge ranges. Now, we all know that irregular or skirmish or warband troops don't usually amount to much, right? So I figured I'd throw the Indian braves at any valid target within reach and just laugh about the expected outcome.
|Brave Onondaga warriors charge through the woods at the dismounted cavalry.|
|One brave lingers to gather scalps while his brothers seek more blood!|
|White men with their backs to the brown terror about to break upon them!|
Honestly, at this point I was thrilled! My Indian warband, which I had not expected to last one round of hand to hand in the game, had destroyed two units and broke a third. This was incredible! I didn't even care that my one regular British line regiment...the guys who were supposed to strike fear into the hearts of the Colonials, were slowly dragging themselves cross-country, over fence and through creek, to attempt an outflanking of the rebels that the militia Colonel Dav foresaw and prepared for. But who cares?? My Indians were kicking butt, so much so that I attached our division general to them to rally them...and no one missed him!!
For several turns, while I rallied my Indian braves, my partner Charles and I did everything we could to break the rebel army with our "regular" infantry...to no avail. So finally, as the gaming evening wore to a close, I had rallied the Indian warband and had moved them down the road towards the farm we were planning to raid when I saw one last opportunity for glory. In the best spirit of "what have I got to lose?" I got them away from Brigadier JD Martin's brigade (which he lost command of after the battle when General Ron Bingham relieved him for failing to bring his brigade into battle for the first half of the game...damned command rolls!) and managed to charge one of Colonel Dav's faltering militia infantry units. I guess the burning wheat field behind them and the screaming savages splashed with blood in front of them was just too much for the militia as they became the third unit to break and run from the Mohawk warriors.
|What have we got to lose? And another regiment breaks!|