Steve came along with a 1/60th scale version of La Haye Saint for us to play Silver Bayonet on. Mark organised a four player

Dave M’s French had their hands busy with a large number of British and French dead rising up right next to him.

Unfortunately I didn’t take a photo of the whole table but it covered the whole 900X900 Silver Bayonet table.

Some of Steve’s Prussians defend a gateway.

With the Kings German Legion finally booted from the farmhouse, three French companies and a few sneaky Prussians decided it was time to play hide-and-seek for a rather pesky relic that was making the dead from both sides rise up and throw a not-so-friendly zombie party for the living.

Prussians entering the main gate.

Steve;s French being bravely lead by……………………………..the Doctor!

Hugh’s French squad was so aggressively tenacious that they had Dave M and Steve dancing on the back foot like they were trying to win a bizarre game of musical chairs, while Guru’s French team meandered around like they were on a leisurely afternoon stroll in the park!

Dave’s French. The Vivandière on the right proudly boasts a reputation that skyrocketed when, after finally venturing out into the courtyard, she was “greeted” by one of my charming French “gentlemen” who swooped in like a knight in not-so-shiny armor and took her down. War’s a riot, isn’t it?

My French taking cover in the barn.

Pussy Boots struts onto the battlefield, flaunting a whopping twenty hit points like a diva at a fashion show, making it nearly impossible to take down. The real giggle here? Don’t do all the heavy lifting for your fellow players; otherwise, they’ll swoop in at the last second and snag the glory—like a cat stealing your warm spot on the couch right when you’re about to sit down!

My priest just decided to play a game of “Guess How Many Hit Points” with Pussy Boots, and, surprise, surprise, he’s taken a cool 5 hit points off the top—like it’s some kind of divine catnip sale!

A chaotic free-for-all erupts between Guru’s French and Steve’s Prussians, where my Leader plays the role of a superhero, knocking down three foes faster than a cat on a hot tin roof! Meanwhile, the rest of the gang scampers off in a wild chase for the elusive boots, probably thinking they’re the next big fashion statement!

Each turn, a hilariously random number of not-so-dead soldiers would stumble up (well, kind of) and shuffle around the field, hilariously searching for brains—because who doesn’t love a little midnight snack?

More pesky French wannabees.

The Priest finally caught up with “pussy boots” and, with the grace of a holy whirlwind and a maximum roll worthy of a circus act, took him out rather convincingly. Nope, no barefoot strolls for Father Severus Surius (Papal Delegate of the Holy Office of the Inquisition) anymore; his feet are back in holy footwear, much to the delight of the entire congregation!

A great game and thanks to Steve, Dave and Hugh for an enjoyable game and to MM as DM who came up with a great scenario. Steve what a wonderful piece of terrain to play over.