
Once again the army of the Sun King took the field on Monday against the English. Just a small game with only 1,000 figures or so on the table.
The French fielded eleven battalions with twenty seven squadrons of horse whilst the English had nine battalions and fifteen squadrons. Both armies faced each other across a flood plain bordered by two rivers with rising ground to the north.


Initially refusing my left flank except for the two regiments of dragoons who advanced to try and slow down the advancing enemy infantry, the French attack focused on the right wing. Here seven battalions advanced to take the enemy. The German and French infantry parted slightly in order to allow the massed Bavarian Kuirsssiers to tackle the enemy horse opposite.

In a series of bloody melees the Bavarians held their own before being overwhelmed and driven from the field by the superior numbers of the enemy.
At the same time the Germans were taking a beating from the Hanovarian line and the field gun on the high ground. Eventually they too fled the field and disrupted the French advance. Nearer the centre the French regiments were having a better time. de la Marine eventually broke the English line facing them and advanced into a withering hail of fire from the English second line. Bretagne bravely took on the enemy dragoons who had secured the fortified farm but to no effect ultimately.

The Bavarian lines watched the English foot guards and their support advance almost unmolested across the entire field. They waited for the massed French horse to charge and prevent them from closing. Cosse Brissac leading, the column set off and closed with the guards. Even though the enemy fired too early the effect was too much for the French horse who reined in and refused to close to contact. Retiring from the front line they returned to their original position. here they were met by a newly appointed French noble who hoped to lead them to glory and gain favour with the King.

Giving a rousing speech on the glories awaiting them he turned in his saddle and cried forward. Looking behind him he saw the massed French horse sitting still in their saddles unwilling to face the guards again.
This left the smaller Bavarian line to hold the enemy and despite inflicting heavy casualties on the guards they could not prevent being overrun.
fortunately the light was failing and niether side had gained an advantage anywhere on the field. both sides had lost their first lines but had the second line intact. Both sides had lost most of their horse and could not make the advantage of numbers on either flank tell. As such the commanders agreed to fall back and retire from the field.
The game was unusual in that the French continued to inflict heavy casualties but could not break the enemy. the English in turn had a similar lack of success with me rolling some spectacularly high morale results - until it came to the horse of course where having rolled 11's & 12's suddenly rolled a total of 3 & then 3 again!
One does wonder what would have happened had the horse charged home. But then again that is the point of playing the game isn't it? Pitting yourself against an opponent and trying to win the game by using troops in an historical manner without having to resort to using the rules to win.
Another good game played in a friendly atmosphere and light hearted manner.