aka the Mad Mahdi's lesser known cousin, two times removed.
A tale of dust, thirst and Bob Cordery on the square (get it?).
This was a rare occasion when I was facing a real opponent on the tabletop, in the shape of my grandson who nobly took the part of the Bad Mahdi. We were using Bob Cordery's '"The Gatling's Jammed..." simple Colonial Wargame Rules'. And it was to be another re-fight of the attack on Morobad, seen below:
The British, supported by elements of the Egyptian camelry:
They had a combined strength point total of 46, which gave them an exhaustion point of 15. The Mahdi's men had a strength point total of 37 (though, of course, they had the town walls), with exhaustion point of 12. The exhaustion point marks the point when offensive action is no longer possible.
Being a spirited sort of fellow, the Bad Mahdi decided to defend Morobad with his rifle equipped units, while throwing the rest of his force into an attack designed to stop the Infidels getting anywhere near the town.
Before we go,
Plant of the moment:
Encrusted saxifrage, currently sheltering from the rain in my greenhouse:
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