Out of the desert came the great host threatening one of the key religious shrines of the red martians. Decades of offerings sat ready to pillage. Just had that 'new' canal to cross.
Guarding that holy shrine was the Despot! "Always me" he moaned as opened up his coffers to call in the Irish Legion. Smythe seems to also have appeared, with British funds? And a local Jeddak sent a small mobile force of gaurdsmen.
A view from the North (shrine area) You can see the Despot's forces and the Legion arriving. Smythe takes the right.
One from the South (desert tribe area) The Tribes gather!
Before the battle can even begin, the left flank of the Despot's is hit by a flanking tribe of Hendoons! The thunder of cavalry charging!
The fight on the flank is well matched on goes on for several turns while both forces rush to the canal.
The constant groan of bad command rolls is universal!
Views of the battle as it takes shape.
The Despot desperately defends the bridge while Smythe prepares his gun line and defense.
Smythe settles into position calmly. "No worries here" he thinks "We'll have this lot beaten and running in no time. Probably won't even need those Native nobles or that Irish rabble." But then his Martian steed suddenly bucks as a great noise is heard over the battlefield.
"They've allied with the Devil Himself!"
The Hoodin has many allies.
A frightening sight as the alien machines approach the canal.
The Legion and Martian Guard rush to hold the line as the Despot begins to collapse.
As all fire is concentrated on the Cephlipods, the Green Tribal cav pours across the canal and relentlessly smashes into Smythe!
Before all is completely lost the Despot calls for a withdraw.
The Hoodin is across the canal!
More to come