Captain Peacock's Kraal Cockup

No excuses, just a great little 30 point game of Men who would be Kings.  The Queens Own must capture the Kraal, eight groups of Zulu disagree.

The Game

24 Points of the Queens Own march on table.  The Kraal is top right.

Once again Mr Rumbold and the Commisarry wagon tags along.

Peacock steps out.  Major Willy Stroker watches aghast.  "Where is that idiot going?"

The Zulu swarm to Peacock's front.

He is dressing too far to the left, again.  Your customer Mr Grainger.

Shooting like that won't keep them at bay.

Peacock's privates are roughly handled.  Your customer Mr Humphries.

The 9 pdr screw has a pop. Zulu swarm from the Kraal in response 

Stroker ensures that Lucas stands firm against the enemy to his front. We have worries about Lucas.

Meanwhile even Grainger is holding on against swarming overwhelming Zulu numbers.

Humphries takes on the pigs ear left flank that Peacock has lost. 

And the shame of it!  I recycle losses to bring on Lt Brahms and an extra company.  Fills his tight tunic out well does young Brahms.

A good looking youth Brahms, with a big chopper held aloft.  Your customer Mr Lucas.

The new company close order, as the enemy come on

Graingers turn to feel the heat

But crafty old Grainger times his discharge well.

He loses four men but the Zulu rock back at -8.

The last volley from Lucas as the Zulu fade away, gone to ground.  The Kraal is ours.  Mr Rumbold is short on ammunition.  Time to resupply at Rev Quincy's Drift, before the final push. 

Roll call.  "I know you're there Harman, I've seen you."
"Me colour Sergeant?  Thank you very much."

Join us next time as Peacock's company are joined by Major Francis Howerd of the Engineers at the defence of Quincy's Drift.   Will Mr Rumbold find the right sized screwdriver to open the ammunition boxes?  Will Master Brahms' chest burst out of that over tight tunic? Will Young Colonel Grace parade the battalion to tell us we've all done very well!

Probably