Biblical at Campaign 2019

The opposing Egyptians were a smaller army, which presumably meant more high quality troops on table.

In the centre an unconventional deployment of Chariots at the heart of the enemy line looked to present a challenge to the maniac lunatics of the Meshwesh and Screaming Ab-Dab warriors of my army who stretched most of the way across the table, although there did look to be a matchup of Heavy Foot as well.

As the two sides closed on each other rapidly lots of half and fully naked skirmishers exchanged javelins, arrows and sly admiring glances at each other from short distances whilst the main body of warriors girded their loins for a full-blooded attack.

My loyalist Egyptians had led with their right flank, seeing a potentual weakness in the line of near-identical troops facing them on this wing. As a result the advance was most speedy here, whereas in the distance a less confident bunch of Egyptians were hanging back to delay the moment of resolution as long as they safely could.

Immeasurably quickly the two sides were into combat all along much of the line that separated these brothers in Nile.

Both sides thought they had the advantage in the matchups on the right, which in a development of cunning cleverness meant that both had attacked rapidly on their respective right wings and both had hung back on my left seeking to delay combat where they felt relatively weaker, seeking to start combat sooner only where they had the upper hand.

Tactics and subtlety were not really in the dictionary of the Sea Peoples and Hairy Biker mercenary warriors in my army. More a wild attack with head feathers and barely clothed dangly bits waving in the wind as tyhey raced forward at pace.

With bowmen everywhere, they mercenary warriors knew they had to get into combat before being too badly shot up, and that was what they were intent on doing.

But, dice are fickle masters, and where I was winning on my right I was suffering terrible outrages on the supposedly refused left as the Elite Royal Guard Heavy Foot were outnumbered and outflanked by the slowest moving units in the enemy army.

This was clearly not a good place for the Royal Guard to be, but in seeking to extend on my right I had simply run out of bodies to put into the front line on my left and this gap was an inevitable consequence. As the rest of my army was dishing out some serious beatdown on their opposition, the staunchest warriors in my force were about to be flanked and overrun.

This was traumatic for everyone!

All along the line the serious fragility of both armies was coming home to roost at a rate of knots as the lines of barbarians from across the Mediterranean hacked at each other with bronze and other types of non ferrous metal swords, axes and spears.

The extreme right of my line was where this fragility had come to roost for the Rebel Egyptians, as my Loyalist forces completed the bird metaphor by decisively pooping on the heads of their opponents in a round of deadly melee combat.

As the desert dust settled it became clear that the enemy line suddenly and utterly collapsed under the hammer blows of the aggressive infantry warriors of the Loyalist army!

Implosion!

Massive holes suddenly opened in the enemy battle line as hit points ran out and the impact of overlaps started to tip vast numbers of the enemy into the cardboard box of doom.

This looked very bad for the Rebel Egyptian army - at least on their left flank, which was now lying in ruined tatters.

By The Beard of The Pharaoh! The centre of the table was a totally different story as the line Rebel hairy mercenary warriors steamed forward and ploughed over the rather hapless Loyalist forces who had once stood there wearing silly hats and wide smiles and hoping to do well.

The table was fast turning into a windmill battle, with both sides seeing one huge part of their line utterly overrun by their opponents and frantically seeking to reorganise and then wheel their own victorious forces round to take advantage

In a move anticipating the recent European elections the Rebels centre-right was pretty much entirely vacated as the Mighty Mighty Meshwesh ran over what had now become the Invisible Meshwesh of my opponent.

This attack and collapse of resistance had opened up a gap for the warriors to rush right into to the squishy underbelly of second string archers as well - casualties were mounting up rapidly for my opponents

With the right wing in winning mode, all the left and centre needed to do now was hang on - and hang on they were doing, in grim fashion as Elite Chariotry went toe to toe at close quarters.

The semi-nudist Sherden sliced through the shocked enemy bowmen in short order, claiming ever-greater control of the right flank of the tabletop as victory crept ever closer.