Schlacht bei Klosterdorf, 1813

Saxons, Italians, Bavarians and others join the French in an impressive display of European unity against the forcible introduction of Chip Butties and Fried Mars Bars.

It has been three months since our last game of Napoleonics using Black Powder, largely because the planets weren't lining up as regards player availability due to various work and family commitments.  

This had a detrimental effect on my painting, as without the usual monthly game to spur progress the mojo went AWOL, and the hobby time I had available has been spent on getting sidetracked into a new period (more on that later!).

But at last, this past Sunday had us all on deck for what was an amazing game with lots and lots of nicely painted troops, and it proved a nail-biter from start to finish. Both sides finished up holding their positions in what was a closely fought draw- but it could have gone either way on a number of occasions.  

Butchery all round, but not a frustrating meat grinder like the last game we played.  This one saw both the French and Allies each having numerous- and tantalizing- chances for tipping the scales appear before their eyes, only to then see victory slip like fine sand through frustrated fingers as they failed critical die rolls.  

The Gods of Chance were giving a collective finger to both sides equally and without prejudice on the day.  

Terrain was fairly open; two settlements with a few hills and fields as I had forgotten to set up the trees and woods I had brought with me!  I did have a chance to use the monastery I built earlier this year.

Our forces have reached the stage where we felt we could use the broken brigade rules in Black Powder, but as it turned out this time round most brigades were able to take the punishment

In many ways, the game played almost like an 18th C. battle, at some times reminiscent of slugfests like Blenheim, at others of the bold advances seen at Minden and Dettingen.  Next time we won't place everything on the table at once!

Looking down the length of the table, with the Anglo-Allies to the left, the French and Confederation forces to the right. 

The objectives were simple. Take Klosterdorf with its monastery, the farmstead on the other end, and if possible the enemies' baggage train.  

The side holding the most objectives at the end of the game would savour the fruits of victory, and be showered with honours and favours from their respective governments (as well as more... well,  intimate favours from the more attractive ladies of the court).

French infantry manfully advance towards Klosterdorf.

"Rumours of good pickins in the monastery, mes braves!

Straight out of R.F. Delderfields' "Seven Men of Gascony"!

The ever-prolific Sada put together this magnificent supply wagon from the incomparable Perry Miniatures range.  Both sides had a wagon near their baselines, and taking the opponent's wagon was to be one of the objectives needed to win the game. 

However, neither side saw their wagons anywhere close to being threatened! 

Rod and Sada faced off each other on the French right/ British left. 

"On va leur percer le flanc!"

"Bonjour, Messieurs les Matelots!"

Sada debuted this small, but gorgeous, unit of French Sailors of the Guard. It would soon find itself in the thick of things. 

Rod had braved a fever he had on Saturday, and manfully made his way to the game from the far side of Tokyo.  Perhaps as a result of not having totally gotten over the Bloody Flux, he played a cautious game despite outnumbering Sada on this flank. 

On the other hand, nothing is ever cautious about Matt's style of play.  He can be a pretty dangerous opponent- that is, when his troops decide to cooperate!

Here he can be seen drooling with anticipation over the bloodletting yet to come.   

Matt commanded the Allied right, consisting of British and Brunswickers (including a brigade of light cavalry).

Across the table I held the French left with cavalry and infantry, and was tasked with seizing the town of Klosterdorf- and to hold it against all comers.   

If there was to be copious bloodletting, I wanted most of it to be on the Allied side.

The Red Lancers.  Yet again, they would disgrace themselves in combat.  I can't decide whether to paint them yellow or just toss 'em into the melting pot...

Eyes on the prize; the village of Klosterdorf, dominated by its monastery.   

It would prove a very tough nut to crack, and we were both anxious to get there "firstest with the mostest"!

"Just the thing for my billet tonight!  Mon Cher Colonel, Seize it for me at once, S'il vous plait!"

In the centre, Gareth faced Pete with a division (yes, we can now field divisions!) of British infantry.  His division included a considerable leavening of highland regiments.    

Of all of us, Gareth has had the least experience with the Black Powder rules, and this was to result in the game getting off to a very exciting start...

Gareth ordered his division forward in an advance.   He rolled low on his command dice, and was rewarded with three actions. 

Now unfortunately, he did not specify the limit to which he wanted them to advance.  But orders are orders, so the whole lot moved forward their full three moves...

...which was to bring them right up to face the combined infantry, guns, and cavalry that made up the French centre!  

"Frogs, sir! Farsands of 'em!"  Luckily this time Matt and Sada had movement trays made for the occasion!

It was very reminiscent of the Battle of Minden in 1759, with the French (and British!) astonished at the audacity of the attack.  

That sure as hell opened the ball.

Pvt. Alastair "Big Pinkie" MacCulloch shows his utter contempt for the French with a martial display of wedding tackle.

The French gamely accepted the challenge, and the resulting brawl was a real classic.  It had everything.  Infantry charges and counter-attacks; savage musketry duels; cavalry charging vainly against squares.

"C'est magnifique, mais give 'em shit!!"

When the tide of horseflesh receded, the squares would inevitably find themselves getting raked by close-range artillery and musket fire.  But when the beleaguered infantry attempted to shake themselves back into line, fresh or reorganized cavalry would once more make an appearance, forcing the infantry back into square, and the process would repeat itself.   

Again and again.

The Confederation contingent was to acquit itself well this day.  It included solid infantry from Bavaria, Anhauser-Busch, and Saxony, as well as Neapolitan line troops and, from the Kingdom of Italy, the Royal Guards. 

All were thrown into the fray, with units being burned out and sent packing on both sides.  In due course the lines on both sides grew thinner and thinner and the piles of corpses higher and higher.

Maddeningly, no one seemed to be able to get any kind of decisive result, despite the ebb-and-flow of the combat.  There were a number of times where one side or another would find themselves presented with a mouthwatering tactical advantage, with the chance for a game-changing breakthrough a real possibility.  

But invariably these opportunities would be lost.  At times attacks would fail to strike home, or else a unit seemingly on the verge of breaking would end up holding on against the odds.  That, or a vast hail of musket balls and cannon shot would be unleashed at an outnumbered and vulnerable foe- only to end up soaring harmlessly over their (charmed) heads.   

On both sides, many a commander's cocked hat was seen being gnawed upon in furious rage by its hapless owner, as everything which could go awry, seemingly did.

Meanwhile, over on the French left, I was having better luck.  

I was fortunate enough to win the initiative roll at a critical time, and promptly sent the veteran 1/28e Regt. Légère forward to garrison the monastery. 

 

They soon punished some Brunswick Avant Garde skirmishers, who had been hoping to get there first.

"Verdammt!"

The Brunswickers were real slugs early in the game, which caused Matt no end of grief.  Eventually they were persuaded to put down their coffee mugs and newspapers, change from their comfy slippers into boots and to actually get into the fighting where they launched a concerted attack on the monastery.

 

Once committed, the Brunswickers proved tenacious in the assault.  All during the afternoon, the stout-hearted men of the 1/28e braved the sable tide that threatened to wash over them and wrest the monastery out of the Emperor's possession.

 

But after repeated onslaughts and cumulative losses, they found themselves starting to run out of both ammunition and nerve, and the Brunswickers were on the scent of success.   

So as things were otherwise fairly stable on my flank, I decided to throw a battalion of line infantry into the building for support.  This cheered the bloodied ranks of the 28e, and proved to break the will of the Dark Forces, ensuring that the monastery would remain in French hands.

The final attack on the monastery was made by that reliable old punching bag for the French, the British 74th Foot.  

"Join the army and see the world, they said..."

They were, of course, sent packing in what has now become something of a West Tokyo Wargamers tradition. 

And in similar tradition, the same fate was to befall my unit of French Red Lancers of the Guard.  

Matt, running out of options, had sent his brigade of light cavalry (supported by a Brunswick horse artillery battery) down the flank.  This was in an effort, if not to crush the French there, at least to draw off units and threaten the baggage.

Charges and countercharges were declared, and the upshot was that I lost one unit- the lancers, bien sur- outright, while our Bavarian hussars saw off a regiment of British light dragoons.  

Otherwise, not much gained for the blood expended, and although he did manage to force me to redeploy an artillery battery that I had in reserve, he lacked the strength to do anything more.  

For our part, the loss of the lancers meant that the French light cavalry brigade was at half-strength, and the brigade loss rule meant that they were pretty much incapacitated for the rest of the game. 

I'm getting mightily fed up with those lancers... 

Meanwhile, back in the centre, the carnage continued unabated, with the Italian Guard going toe-to-toe with the battered highlanders, who had been in and out of square all afternoon.

"Isn't that a piece of soggy pasta he's waving at us?"

Honours were working out pretty much even here, but there were definitely fewer units to have to move as the afternoon drew on.  

French, Italians, Germans, British- many regiments decided that they had urgent business elsewhere and left the field in various states of disorder.

 

While all this was going on, over on the French right Rod had won his race for the farmstead, and Sada's dismounted dragoons were cut down in their effort to take it for themselves.  

The rest of the game saw repeated French attempts to wrench it from the Allied clutches.  All would end in costly failure and exhausted French infantry units.

Throughout the game, the action in this side of the table was constant and bloody- but not terribly dramatic, nor did it influence events on the rest of the battlefield.  

Rod never really bought the full strength of his division to bear, and while the farmstead was to remain in allied hands, the lack of vigorous action by the reserve brigade on this flank would lead to some little controversy (and indeed, cries of treason) in the days following the engagement.

Stalemate! Rod and Pete ponder the gory battlefield.

The game came to a halt as we were running out of time, and it ended a very honorable draw.  Wagon trains were intact, the village of Klosterdorf was very much in French hands, and the Anglo-Allies had a firm grip on the farmstead.  The forces in the centre had fought themselves to a standstill, and although both sides had reserves ready to continue the action, we hadn't the time to redeploy them.  

So nightfall came with everyone glowering at one another while licking their collective wounds, and they then set about re-supplying and reorganizing their forces for the next day.  The strategic situation had not changed one iota. 

Sada took more pictures of the game down his end of the table, risking life, limb- and miniatures- standing on a (perilously wobbly) chair for some birds-eye shots.  We really do need to get one of those high-tech, photo-recon drones for the next time we play such a large game.  

Indeed, this was our largest game to date.  And although our collections are getting larger, we were embarrassingly short of commanders, especially for the Allies.  This will have to be remedied before the next time we play.

Having actual divisions to play around with, rather than just brigades, made the game play a lot better.  The extra level of command meant that there was less chance of all units screeching to a halt due to the brigade commander losing a command roll, as the divisional and army commanders were available to try to re-order recalcitrant units into action. 

Once again, we diced at the beginning of every turn to see which side would get the first movement,   and this works well.  It always seems to balance out for both sides, and prevents over-confidence when setting up attacks! 

One thing I thought of after the game was that it may have been better (and more Napoleonic?) to have brigades and/or divisions enter the table at different times during the game and from different points of the compass.  We could have benefited from having more table space (although this was not as big a problem this game as I feared it might have been), but staggered entry would have made this less of an issue, and would have made for scenes of high drama I am sure!  Not to mention making game set-up easier and faster.

*****

Meanwhile, some other club members were playing their first game of Warlord Games' Bolt Action, which is a stablemate of our much-loved Black Powder rules.  

Kazu is the sales representative here in Japan for Warlord, and he put on a very fun game set in Italy, 1944.

Kazu (at right) running the club's first game of Bolt Action.  Giovanni sits aghast that the rules do not give Northern Italians a +5 on all dice rolls.

German half-track and flamethrower prepare to take on the commonwealth troops.

I really like these buildings! 

German MG team covers the road

I've been paying close attention to Bolt Action, and so far it is a rule set that seems to check all the boxes for me regarding a project I have long meant to do, namely gaming WW2 in the Pacific in 28mm.  I've already started on my US Marines and the "Aoba Detachment".

Stingin' in the Rain...

Wailing, weeping and gnashing of teeth for me this weekend, as family and life commitments from just about all the Napoleonic gamers at the club means that there won't be a game this Sunday.  

"Supposing they gave a war,  but NOBODY came?!?"   Giovanni's Saxons pout at their unanticipated unemployment.

Add to that it is perfect gaming weather, which is to say it's pouring with rain.  Heading off to a day of gaming on a gloriously sunny Sunday pretty much guarantees dark looks from spouses, so it really is a waste of perfectly good precipitation.  Except, of course, that at least I can get some painting in (once I've cleaned the painting desk).

Around this time last week the weather here in Tokyo was wonderfully sunny, warm, and dry.  This is something of a rarity here, so while nature offered this window of opportunity I spent the time prepping and spray priming miniatures for future painting.  The hobby primer I use is excellent quality, but noxious as a grognard's old pair of marching breeches, so the chance to spray outside was not to be missed.

Wurttemberg infantry cleaned up...

...and then primed, with some French cavalry to keep them company.

Of course there was no way I wanted just to stay in all the time while the weather was cooperating, so we had to chance to enjoy a picnic and brew or two down by the Tama River here.

 

Tokyo isn't all one, huge bladerunner-esque urban landscape as some people seem to think it is.  This picture was taken no more than about two minutes walk from our house where the Asakawa tributary flows into the Tama.  The area is also home to a wildfowl reserve. 

*****

But this is a gaming blog, so I did come across some pictures I took of that most unsatisfactory game we had back in March.  The French and Confederation of the Rhine troops, less Sada's extensive collection as he was busy that day, went on the attack, boot-to-Wellington boot, against evenly matched numbers of Allies: and got royally snotted for their pains.  

There was neither room nor scope for maneuver, no reinforcements, and no balancing victory conditions.  We had decided to play along the length of the table; given the numbers involved, this restricted movement terribly, and was made worse by me having placed a river down the middle.  It came down to a battle of attrition, one the French were not in a position to win.

It was a very poorly-thought out scenario which I put together on the fly. 

I had no-one to blame but myself. Adding insult to self-inflicted misery was the fact that I was dealing with a bad case of lumbago at the time, which didn't add to my good humour.   

The game was more like 1914 than 1814, with all the fun and joy for the French side as was the case with their 1914 counterparts.  And that's even without the machine guns! 

Still, time is a great healer.  Although I failed my personal break test very early in the game, looking at the pictures afterwards at least it was pretty to look at!  So seeing as yet again there is no game to report for the current month, I thought I would share some photos from that day.  

My, but that hill behind that river provides just the ideal place for the Allies to shoot down into the flanks of the advancing French!

No battle report per se, as I can't (i.e. don't) want to remember much about it.  Besides,  I had stopped taking pictures as the brutal reality of what was going to happen became clear.  

Probably by that point I had taken to the bottle anyway, being preoccupied pondering what my new life in Guadaloupe would be like once the Emperor came to hear of all this...

Looks impressive enough, but there were a lot more on the opposite side!

...and better looking, too!

Matt debuted his Brunswick Advanced Guard.  These looked really nice, and gave a very good account of themselves.

Hey, Jean-Paul!  Look at all those pretty hit markers and disorder flags!

 

Can you say, "decimation"?

 

This IS bad- we're running out of Germans to fight with.

French cavalry, but no room for them to maneuver.  Half the table behind the French was just wasted space.

Avant!  à l'abattoir!

"En tout pays, il y a une lieue de mauvais chemin."  Should we get the chance, we'll do better next time!  And this time better scenario design.  

The big challenge recently has been a logistical one: just getting everyone together for a game, as work and family pressure takes its toll.  But if we can, the next game will be a very big one indeed.