Biblical at Campaign 2019

The Great Drought had hit the upper reaches of the Nile, as no waterway or river graced this particular battlefield. Instead a patchwork of fields, plantations and other uneven spaces littered the playing surface in a vague bid to give pause for thought to any wheeled units in either army.

Yet again the Loyalists were slightly larger and wider, and lined up with both Warband commands on the right and centre with the more resilient and doughty Heavy Foot, spearmen and Chariotry command on the left.

With bones a-jangling the undead skeletal Egyptian host jabbered and wailed in an unearthly keening as the Mighty Mighty Meshwesh and Maniac Sea Preachers of the Loyalist Egyptian force drew ever closer to them.

Death was in the air, and Death was on the tabletop leading a line of units of Medium Swordsmen with Impact as well - a busy afternoon for the old guy I guess?

As flesh met bone and as axe met spell the two armies got to grips violently in the centre of the table.

On the Loyalist right however the undead enemy had retreated away from a combat they clearly didn't feel confident about, leaving a vast open space in front of a vast number of utterly unoccupied bloodthirsty mercenary Sea People warriors who by now were wondering if they might have time to nip into John Lewis to pick up some new soft furnishings before they would be called upon to actually fight in this battle

And it was aggression and ferocity which was winning the day.

The first round of combat had gone the way of the Meswesh, and now as melee got to close quarters hacking and stabbing the enemy simply melted away like ghosts and spirits on a sunny afternoon, leaving huge gaps in the middle of the enemy line as a result.

With the snake-headed enemy left flank fast starting to run out of table into which to retreat the time had probably come for them to turn and make a stand.

This however was already seemingly too late, as the Sherden and Wishy Washy warriors of the Loyalist army were already starting to turn the flanks of the now-exposed Undead Egyptian centre. The risk to the Loyalists was obvious - if the retreating snake-head unit returned to the fray they could inflict terrible damage on the now broken-up Sea Peoples, but with the enemy army seemingly slipping fast to defeat this seemed a reasonable chance to take for a quick win opportunity.

The Loyalists were running out of 2-hit yellow markers as the croc-headed opposition sliced, snapped and chewed their way forward with unbridled aggression.

The evil undead army was however not short of a few tricks of its own, and launched a series of terrifyingly efficient attacks. Even where the Loyalists were winning their troops were barely making it through the combats alive, rending any further aggression on their part a highly risky business indeed.

The undead tide was certainly turning fast now, as the previously withdrawn left wing command returned to the fray with a vengeance.

Clearly forewarned of the imminent return to combat of their colleagues the Evil Death Lord's Might Chariots had refused to lie down in the face of a fierce Loyalist flank attack and instead had held their own and then some - buying time for the returning troops to do untold damage against the baldy arranged and over confident Loyalists.

Everyone was fighting in all directions as the two lines blurred and merged together.

Croc-headed axemen fought at close quarters with feather wearing tribesmen from the shores of who knows where (but probably modern day Israel and Lebanon) as both armies faced innumerable risks with each and every combat possibly having severe repercussions for its neighbours.

The undead were seemingly uncaring of the lives of their men (unsurprisingly perhaps) as they threw bodies and skeletons in the path of the baggage-hunting Loyalist mercenaries in a desperate attempt to halt their looting run.

Such a tactic has however its own risks, and even as the Loyalist mercenaries were halted in their quest for loot they were able to outnumber and overrun the blockers put up by the enemy, recording points anyway towards an enemy army break.