Salamanca (French Right) - 22 July 1812 - Part Two

A shot from the British lines, note the redcoats moving  past the chapel and taking the heights in the centre.

When we last left our gamers, the French had just managed to repell a British thrust on their right, while the battalions in the British centre were splashing across the river to take the battle to the Frogs.

On the French right, by some miracle, the Hussars of Conflans (centre background) survived the onslaught of the 4th Royal Irish Dragoon Guards, who turned in disgust (and having scored only one hit thirteen dice, hitting on 4+, well they might) and decided to try their luck with the French infantry moving forward to support their comrades in the chapel.

Uncle Westprog ponders the situation, while musketry rattles back and forth on the right

 

Meanwhile the 62ieme Ligne just about survive the charge of the 4th Royal Irish Dragoon Guards and empty saddles in return, wiping them out as a fighting force for the remainder of the battle. 

The Royal Horse Artillery open up with grape at the 8ieme Ligne who bear the matter stoically and charge with the bayonet. Crossed swords and an artillery symbol spell the end of the gallant horse gunners.

The French counterattacks have proved powerful so far, meeting grapeshot with bayonet, sabre with sabre, as the tide of the British centre rolls forward, will the French gunners be able to cheat death and hold on to hammer grape into their tightly packed ranks at the last minute...?

...it would appear not.

But the Hussars of Conflans decide the discretion is the better part of valour...

...and bolt for the rear. Though they had thoroughly cowed the British cavalry by an almost supernatural run of luck and managed to live to tell the tale.

There has been something of a discussion on Old School Wargaming about the proper attire for wargamers. Regardless of what school of thought you belong to, I think we can all agree that Uncle Westprog cuts a dash.

He's certainly made his feeling on the US election clear enough, though I'm not sure his man has a ghost of a chance.