Game three, and Peter Cross's Ming Chinese. Oh look, decent cavalry, polearmed armed infantry, artillery AND elephants. The perfect anti-cavalry force. Drat. Did no one bring a nice, soft, unprotected loose foot army? Oh well! Peter is a lovely bloke and this was going to be a great match. Terrain, what terrain? All on the right, few pieces of scrubby ground, a rocky hill that my archers gladly stood upon to admire the view, and that was it. Peter massed his cavalry on the left, and a line aof very solid infantry with many crossbows, pole arms and artilerry pieces on teh right. Behind lurked a line of very sof t and squashy infantry, guarding the camp. My plan: refuse the infantry, do something suicidal with the cavalry and camelry, duck those 4(!) elephants coming my way rather too quickly, avoid every battery of artillery the infantry all had. Honestly, as a cavalryman, this is where you DO NOT want to be! The sun shines on the righteous as we advance. My Tuaregs sits bac...