|"Tally ho, chaps..."|
Cold War Commander - the modern offshoot of Blitzkrieg Commander, which I am really fond of. M and myself, playing the British, took on a smaller Soviet force commanded by S, who was tasked with defending a position.
We divided the British forces, sent a small group (Paras in FV432s, a group of Centurions and the FAO and FAC) up the left hand road to keep the Russians interested, and the rest (another infantry battalion and the majority of the tanks) up the right.
|"'Ere, Reg, 'ave you seen |
On the right, M had a string of failed command rolls, causing most of the tank crews to, one assumes, sit around and read Playboy while waiting for something more interesting to happen.
|"Stand, firm, comrades. Is only|
poor Western-made capitalist
ground attack aircraft..."
|"See. Am tellink you is nothing|
to be fearing of... Ivan? Vladimir?
Ah. You are havink joke, yes? Is
And then the tankers finally woke up, and proceeded to finish what the Hunter had started. As you can see, there wasn't much left on that hill - in fact, the Russian CO was pretty much it. Sadly, there we had to call it, but it was a fun exercise, even if we did spent rather too long trying to remember the rules!