| Two More Guns For Lt. Sam! |
American Lt. Sam is
back out on the veldt with another two 12 Pdrs and crew
when he spots four units of Zulus some distance away
charging in for the kill. |
| Facing west: The two guns of Lt. Sam come into action with the Zulu horde at extreme effective rifle range charging in for the kill. |
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Facing west: Initial shells fall far short of their Zulu targets but the guns quickly bracket the enemy and a lucky hit dispatches several natives with a single burst. |
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Facing west: After their initial success the Americans find it extremely more difficult to hit their targets as the natives begin to disperse while they close. Although this means the Zulu will probably hit the guns in a trickle it makes it extremely more difficult for the 12 Pdrs to do their work. |
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Facing west: When the natives came screaming into canister range they were so spread out that it was difficult to get enough of them into an arc to try and take them out. (The Zulu leader we nicknamed *Cheif Beefy* because he consistantly rolled low on movement and thus fell behind way each round). A lone Zulu (designated "Bob" by my better half) managed to set himself upon a gun and begin whittling the gunners down. Some died, some fled, and a few stayed to pot him. All said and done the first gun went out of action and the survivors started plinking away with their small arms while the second gun managed one more round of canister before they too drew their rifles. |
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| Facing west: This second gun crew went down to a single man who managed to fight to a draw with a much superior Zulu at his throat several times before yielding to the inevitable.The first gun was soon there after over run as well and the remaining 6 Zulu (with Chief Beefy huffing to catch up) circled my commander. My wife needed to roll a '1' and I needed a '6' to fight to a draw, but it was not to be as I held up my end with my darling rolling a '3'. |
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Result: Zulus - Major Victory - WINNER! |