And so we come to the battle itself. It was a normal club night and there was no inherent ceremony to the event, just myself and Gav getting together for one of our occasional games.
The terrain was laid out as best we could to reflect the map, and the troops likewise deployed.
|Royalists closest to the camera here|
Hopton managed to organise his lines and make the best of the initial confusion. he found his troops rather deeply arrayed, but clear of the fields that could've obstructed his advance.
|End of turn two|
|Roundhead cavalry advances|
|Curse you all!|
|All is lost!|
Hopton's foot now sought to press their advantage in numbers against the Parliament foot. Unsurprisingly at the first whiff of shot, the Cornish militia turned and fled, leaving only Ruthvens three Scottish regiments to face the five of the Royalists.
|The centre becomes a grinding match|
|Boom boom boom boom boom, as Baldrick might wax poetically.|
|We're finished this day|