Kick off...

.... Lyall rules, no air attacks (low cloud), no Lyall comms (too much for my enfeebled brain). A good side effect of leaving the game in situ for more than a week was that I had forgotten where I had put the Germans who were under cover...

The Reds opened the action with five rounds of katushkia bombardment, 'aimed' at the buildings on either side of the road into the town:

Using the patented Lyall artillery grids, there was a wide range of shot fall, but both buildings were hit and set on fire. However, as it turned out, neither was occupied.

General assault, with the main thrust (3 x T34s) straight down the road, an infantry assault (backed by heavy mortars) on the right, and a tank (1 x T34) and infantry assault on the left flank.

The defenders put down mortar and infantry gun fire to little effect, but the captured T34 (above) destroyed the sole right flank T34, while the lead T34 on the road was hit and destroyed by the Pak 42 concealed back in the woods. Both hits were close run things, succeeding by only one pip of the dice - but that matters not, and in one turn, half the Bolsheviks' armour was gone:

Inside the town, Eastern infantry take up new positions, under continuous, but largely ineffective mortar fire:

End of move 8, and all to play for...

Intermission...

... torrential rain, and a surprise German local offensive on a nearby table/front has led to a temporary suspension of the planned Red strike against the sector held by LFD and 'Eastern' troops under Von Stahlein.

However, in another time, another place, the recent defence of Brnad has led to new developments. The authorities have, rather tardily, ordered more garrison artillery to the city, yet there is no word of more boots on the ground. But honest, patriotic Maltovians are not going to stand by while the spineless so-called Liberal government leaves the heroic town of Brnad to another descent by the Lovitznian foe. Under the local leadership of 'Buller' Szlod, the men of the Maltovian National League (MNL) have organised and armed themselves:

Here we see Szlod and the local MNL men out on their first exercises.

As can be seen the MNL draws its support from all classes and conditions of men, united by their fierce love of their homeland, their contempt for the easy cosmopolitanism of Maltovia's so-called leaders who advise the King so badly, whose only loyalty is to foreign gold!

Fortunately for the Brnad MNL, Szlod is an old friend of Maj. Vlasov, who, it is rumoured, is a secret card-carrying member of the movement.

Little wonder 'Buller' Szlod stands tall near the famous Brnad oak, scene of the bitter defeat of Maltovian forces at the hands of the invading Ottoman, centuries before.

Minus...

... one.

Von Stahlein and his small staff have taken to the cellar beneath the ruined barn. He has made his dispositions, all is now in the hands of the gods of war.  Across the wire, away to the east, the Bolsheviks make their preparations:

The terror of Stalin's organ pipes is prepared. 

Armour takes position, the crew from the Lend Lease White scout car have gone for a last fag break - they've found something that might be tobacco.

Lufwaffe Field Division men take up position, and ready their few 'heavy' weapons.

A PK cameraman uses some of his last colour film to capture 'Eastern' troops with a Hetzer, back in the woods, under cover - Von Stahlein's surprise for the Bolsheviks...

Somewhere...

... on the Eastern Front, sometime late war:

Col. Richard von Stahlein (cousin of the more famous Eric von Stahlein) makes defensive preparations. Here he is (second right) in impromptu field conference with his 2i/c of the Luftwaffe Field Division unit he commands, and two anti-Bolshevik Russian officers.

Their men are already patrolling the outskirts of the small town which sits astride a tactically crucial road junction.

While LFD gunners dig themselves in, and:

some welcome armoured support arrives.

Another testing time draws near...

3/4d...

... and beau geste.

As in the old saw, 'send three and fourpence, we're going to a dance'. Or to the uninitiated, the garbled comms that should have been understood as 'send reinforcements, we're going to advance'.

But, my 42s project got some reinforcements today, in the shape of Irregular's interesting generic 19th Century armed civilians:

I based them this evening, and admired them. This will be a very useful little unit, and I'm sure the figures could find a home in many a table top war, for example, with those tall 'round hats' they would do very nicely as War of 1812 Upper Canada militia. 

As part of the great migration to my shed, I have come across all sorts of half forgotten bits of kit from the past. Look at this:

Only slightly damaged, one of the classic Airfix standbys - the Foreign Legion fort. A bit of work and it will be better than new. I don't have any 20mm Foreign Legion chappies, nor angry desert fellows, but it could well do for a combined Egyptian/British sorting out the Mad Mahdi type scenario. As an aside, not so long ago our esteemed BBC had a piece on its web pages about the whole 19th Century Sudan business. Now, I know it is easy to think that the B[ritish] B[roadcasting] C[orporation] is little more than a nest of EU-loving, politically correct, North London (big insult here in Blighty, for overseas readers) vipers, but the piece on the Sudan did make me wonder. What initially caught my eye was the phrase, 'and the Victorians called him the Mahdi'. Er, no, as any wargamer knows, the Victorians called him 'the MAD Mahdi'. Doesn't mean to say he was mad, just that that is what the Victorians called him - it's known as a 'fact'. Then I realised that the piece made no mention of slaves and slaving, and that dear old 'Chinese' Gordon (our, British, version of the Mad Mahdi, but not to be confused with Charlton Heston) was rather set against such horribleness. But, then, perhaps whichever twenty something, Oxford University, English Literature graduate who had written the piece for the said nest of BBC North London vipers, didn't know that the 'Brits' (thanks, IRA) were against that sort of thing by then. The same sort of problem arises when people think about Haile Selassie - the 'Lion of Judah' - they don't know about the slaves. Mind you, the poor old fellow did come to a sticky end, when the revolting Bolsheviks murdered him. They didn't believe in slavery either. Apparently.

Now the question after all that rambling is, does the carbon monoxide alarm work in my wood burning stove bunker paradise? Of course it does! And this evening I was warm as toast, burning bits of wood that I had only today salvaged from a skip:

Sort of 21st Century foraging for firewood.

Jotul...

... heaven.

The plastic and lead godlets of war rejoice! 

The Hobbit Bunker, dedicated to tabletop war, is complete, and a fire has been lit, consecrating its divine purpose:

A fine piece of Norwegian cast iron work.

And the English weather is doing its stuff - cold and wet. But, inside, it is warm. Aaaaah.

Let the games commence!

Lyalls...

... no relation to Tate & Lyall, but, to the wargamer, just as sweet (and old school. Sort of).

As many of you chaps will know, one of the happy side effects of clearing stuff out is chancing upon stuff that you'd 'lost', and, in fact, have absolutely no intention of throwing out. In my recent onslaught on what has become the Hobbit Bunker, I came across these:

Nearly two decade old bits of overhead projector skins cut up and marked up (with some captions by my then small son) as instructed by:

The Lyalls - that is Gavin Lyall, who is my current thrilling yarn writer of choice, and his son, Bernard. First published in 1976, with the above, Pan, paperback from 1978. I didn't come across this until the early 1990s (something tells me that I bought it second hand in 'Till's Bookshop', Edinburgh), and my son and I had a few games using the simpler bits of the Lyalls' rules. And now,  I have decided that the happy coincidence of finding the grenade, machine and artillery grids, plus my Lyall novel-fest, means that I will have a crack at these IIWW rules again.  I have also ordered from John Curry (All Hail !!) his reissued Operation Warboard which has a forward by Bernard Lyall. A book of rules well worth investing in, even if just for the read - the Pont-de-la-Croix scenario is one of those fine, simple set pieces that are endlessly playable. 

And, before I sign off...

Maj. Vlasov:

With his immediate Order of Ss George and Andrew, First Class. Well may he puff out his chest!