thereafter, we set up a big battle. As several of us have troops for the British campaigns in the Sudan, we selected that as our next topic. Mr Invisible provided a table with a small village sheltering beside a low ridge, and we deployed the bulk of his and my Mahdist forces alogn the ridge, then brough on an expeditionary force of British and Imperial Indian troops.
The Dervishes had three banners: one largely Beja spearman and skirmishers, one with other Ansar troops with rifles, spears, and artillery, and a third that had a small cavalry force in addition.
The Sudanese forces deployed with the Beja banner on their left and the force with cavalry on their right. They held the ridgeline and the village.
|Mahdist forces deploy.|
|The Beja advance.|
|Two Beja rubs attack the green-clad Rifles.|
The general officer commanding, travelling in company with the bullock carts carrying the mess silver and the all-important gin, sent an encouraging message.
|The Dervish commander is clearly wishing he were allowed the comforts of gin...|
These developments were welcome, as the Rifles and one of the sepoy regiments had been overrun by Fuzzies.
And a massive attack in the center crashed on the ranks of the Royal Irish Fusiliers.
The British right-hand brigade was broken and falling back, as was the Mahdist right-flank banner. Could the British center hold? Could either army's advancing left seal the victory?
First the shaken (literally) Royal Irish held off a second wave of Dervishes, sending them fleeing in terror of the Irish spunk.
Then the Royal Warwickshires drive off the advancing Beja.
More shooting, and the Mahdist center goes from five units to four...
...to three. The British are victorious!
And, having helped seal the victory, the Highlanders go off to dinner. :-)