Eye of the Storm

A lone British platoon of 2 squads of rifles finds itself in the middle of a huge wind storm where men must shout to be heard and flying debris threatens to blind anyone who ventures outside. Suddenly the outpost rushes back in with sightings of advancing natives. At first it is thought that the wind has played a nasty trick on these two men but the sudden appearance of a large mob of bodies at the edge of their vision lets the Brits know that 5 squads swords and spears of natives have come for battle.
(First Trans Atlantic Remote Miniature Game with Ian Winterbottom).
Facing east: (Pretend that it is really, really windy... and dusty...) Every Briton is bundled up tight from the blinding wind.
Facing east: Suddenly a sentry bursts in shouting "Stand To"! Movement has been seen beyond the ridge to the south! Lieutenant at middle (2 pips) and sergeant at bottom (1 pip).
Facing north: A large body of men in robes comes into the very edge of vision for the garrison - this does not look good!
Facing north: The Brits find themselves feeling rather alone for some odd reason...
Facing north: A loud fellow at the center of the natives gives a loud proclaim and the men roar in unison as the charge towards the British!
Facing center: The Brits waste no time in forming a firing line to meet their 'guests'. It is extremely difficult to see what effect their rifles have as the winds are fierce and play hell with their target practive! Only a few natives robes are seen tumbling to the dust!
Facing south: The yells of their advisaries greets their ears as waves of native wielding spear and sword advance on their little island!
Facing south: This does not look good!
Facing east: Deciding that this will require a strong front the Lieutenant orders the men out of hiding and into line just as the first lip of the enemy decends onto the thick stubby line! The enemy is temporarily repulsed with many casualties! The British have lost two men!
Facing east: The British leadership steady their line and order independent firing. It is difficult to see or hit anything in the high winds and blowing dust - this will be bayonet and butt stroke work!
Facing east: The main enemy attack gains momentum and begins to hurl forward again!
Facing south: This is what you might call a target rich environment!
Facing south: The lieutenant holds the center of the line near the well as the enemy surge out of the blowing dust...
Facing north: More firing and hand to hand - the enemy are repulsed a second time but with more British casualties!
Facing west: The natives are bloodied but no where near giving up. They charge again!
Facing east: The fighting is terrible and fierce! Most of the native attackers are felled but so is a good portion of the British line! A few stragglers "form to the rear" until the sergeant orders them to come back with a few choice words! The Lieutenant plugs a gap and fires his pistol with unshaking hands. The enemy wave begins to wrap around the British flank at bottom!
Facing down: The native wave breaks upon the British line but is far from dispersed!
Facing northeast: "Hold the line you blasted men!"
Facing east: The British stragglers quickly filter back in to shore up the shattered defenses!
Facing east: The natives hesitate long enough for the last wave to add toward the momentum and the whole again strikes at the British front and right! The surge of the rear most native wave at bottom makes its way to the British rear cutting off any retreat!
Facing northwest: After several terrible moments of intense hand to hand the native spear and swords are able to wear the defenders down! Only two soldiers survive the fierce onslaught and are themselves set upon by the surviving enemy!
Facing west: To a man the British have been destroyed! Fighting for all they are worth the Lieutenant and the Sergeant both survive for a miracle round heavily outnumbered and trapped! With the last crack of pistol shot and swing of the rifle butt two more of Victoria's best fall in noble battle!

Hostile Natives - Major Victory - WINNER!
British - Major Defeat