In February we went back in time another forty years or so and onto another continent. This time it's Blackpowder.
A British column marches across the veldt, when "Surprise!" a Zulu horde sweeps down from the low hills. The lancers, getting the better dice, charge on the left flank but are checked.
Ponderously the columns form into firing line and march inexorably, but slowly forward. Mounted native contingents providing cover.
The Zulus don't hesitate and attack. Moving swiftly, courtesy of excellent order throws they get to take the village first.
But the Brits bring up the heavy guns and blast away. Despite initial successes the poor natives have no chance.
I have been to ... Cavalier
12 hours ago