Joey's Journey into Flames of War #4





"Look sir! Droids!"

Seriously zoom in on that picture above and check out the detail Tony (below) was able to get out of those minis, amazing stuff. For more on Tony's painting check out his page on OnTheStep.net

So last time we saw my Skids face off against the might of Barra's American glider company. This time around the league had escalated again, this time to 1750 points! The remainder of the league will now be played at this level. This was a genius stroke by the dude running the league, Vice-Captain of the ETC Team, Brian McK, or Bristolscale7 to you and me, author of several posts on this very blog. Escalating the league so quickly would've failed and resulted in a massive loss of interest if it weren't for the team's Captain and Vice-Captain working so closely with everyone taking part to help each player with almost one-to-one tutorials during each competitive game which got us all up to speed really quickly and spawned a team ethos of shared knowledge between players taking part.

This was, of course, done out of necessity since Team Ireland aren't just attending the ETC to represent Ireland for the first time in FoW but to do some damage as well!

Anyway on with the blogging! This week I got to play Tony, a recent addition to the Warheads family who fits in brilliantly, which, standing at 6'4" isn't always easy for the back-row forward rugby playing/soldier/supergiant/goliath although somehow he fitted into a Nissan Micra last week...

My studious opponent.

I had a lot of fun in this game since some of the rules are starting to click and the old brain is kicking out the permutations a little more as to what happens if I move within 16" to shoot and then use my storm-trooper move to run away again or if I just stay still and accept the long range penalty (the answer is it makes no difference and I'm just a moron).

Tony's neatly painted observers were going to give me some trouble...

We played the 'Surrounded' mission on P. 282 of the new shiny rulebook released for Flames of War where basically I had a load of Brits shooting at me and I had to dig in (really brings me back to good old Buncrana).

Ye olde town-village

The terrain in this game is pretty cool even though part of me misses the ultra-depressing gothic ruins of 40k with For the Emperor being replaced by Tally-ho  :'(

And we're off!

In case I didn't mention I play the 5th Panzerkubbflefunken-regimentasticflughle Waffen SS list for now and just so we're clear...we're the good guys. Why else would we like kittens so much?

"Tell us where you hid the Jews meow..."

That kitten was a great sport... So Tony got on with his deployment leaving his mortars far back (with those pesky observers cleverly placed near the church steeple to occupy it early on in the game) and his Sherman squadrons poised to strike across the bridge. 

This was an interesting choice and if it were me I may have gone for a full frontal assault on the other side of the table negating the negative affects of the river.

Up and at them.

Tony's Shermans were mixed in with Fireflies. Until this game I didn't know what a Firefly (<3 Joss  Whedon) tank was then Tony told me it was a Sherman that could blow the hell out of Panzers...

A crowd gathers to watch our tense game...

Tony, as the attacker in this mission, got the first turn and took quick action by bogging down his first tank with the first roll (FYI next turn that same tank failed a skill check to get back in the tank, the turn after that they passed a skill check but then failed a terrain test and the turn after that they failed to get back in again!). His Shermans on the other side of the river near the middle of the table pushed forward and unleashed some angry glances at my Panther tanks.

"OMG that coat with that shirt?! Scandalous."

One pretty nifty thing Tony did though was fire smoke rounds from his mortars way at the back at my Panzers. Covering them up like this basically meant I had to get the hell away from the smoke or just sit there without returning effective fire.

Smmoookin'

My turn began by...turning my other tanks in the correct direction to face the enemy and then being plagued by indecision as to what tanks I should shoot at first. I eventually elected to shoot the hell out of his commander but instead my tanks decided to exchange pleasantries with the friendly Brits and didn't hit a thing.

Still more of a crowd gathers...

Tony's tanks kept trundling forward towards my precious objectives (I know they appear to be wheat fields but they're actually 3rd generation nuclear fission reactors...). He took some more pot shots with his Shermans not being able to make much of a dent in my armour and his artillery tactics now changed to harassing my troop transports with some bombardments to surprising effect.

A gasp from our onlookers at the tense awesomeness of Joey -v- Tony.

Mach snell! I screamed at mein tank commanders and they listened with gusto as they started taking a serious toll on the Shermans now wiping a few out in quick succession. It was looking less likely that Tony's tanks would be able to shift the might of the Fatherland.

I did Nazi that coming.

And so it was that the mighty Panther tanks couldn't be shifted. Eventually Tony did reach my lines and the crews stayed and had a few pints but at the end of it all I had to blow the shit out of them.

Next time: Fast and FΓΌhrious

-Joey

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