Thursday, 5 November 2009

Sharp Practice Campaign begins

Our organiser, Peter, has posted a proper report on the Sharp Practice Forum, which should be seen as the official version in all respects.
However, luckily for you readers, the only player who can remember the log in details for this club blog has also got a report.
Hefe Ricardo Afilado of the Third Company, Regimentar Fuego a Voluntad in the service of his probably Christian Majesty of Spain (or what is left of it), has gallantly made it back to report on events in the interior fringes of the hinterland of Iberia.

Here he is, looking appropriately out of focus as he advances in an orderly manner...

It is understood that the British have a tactic of hiding behind the back of hills and leaping out to surprise the unsuspecting Frenchman. This tactic relies upon the extensive use of independently acting light infantry and chaps taking individual aim. None of this was in evidence under the command of senor Billy last week. There were no light troops, little evidence of those overly proud Brits taking aim, and sadly, were it not for the excellent performance of our Brave Spanish Boys, the day would have been lost.

Instead, we saw the Englishmen strung out over fields and plains, we saw company officers advance their men on top of the hill and fire at extreme range (but, it should be added, only if their target were French light troops in cover), and we saw the piecemeal introduction of line troops against an organised invader.

In fact, the only bright spot to report was the brave actions of his Majesty's Spanish troops.
Not only did we manage to secure all of the Rioja in the nearby house from the depredations of the French and those perfidious Albions, but we sucessfully guarded the extreme right flank from all comers and proceeded to advance across said enclosed field, ensuring that no sneaky Frenchies were hiding under the corn rows, by regularly delivering fire in an orderly and efficient manner. A credit to our drill instructors, they delivered an immaculate volley whenever they heard the command 'Fuego' - although to be fair, it did cause some discomfort when I addressed the men as a formation.

And we bagged one of those Frenchies too, without the loss of any of our own brave boys, well, ok maybe one, but he was from Catalonia, so that is all right.
A mighty victory for the forces of Espania. Soon the world's trophies will again be ours!

Here we see those perfidious Brits wasting ammunition at long range against Voltiguers in cover. Had we not out flanked them with my Potatos Bravas, they would have collapsed for certain.