Mad Lemmey's Painting Blog

Nick, his son Will, and I got together for a game of ' Sabresquadron ', which we have not played since before Lockdown 1. Nick wrote the rules, and they are great. He had been building a Black Horse Cavalry force, and I dug out my Timecast 10mm Soviets , ready for a good old-fashioned, fight! My force T-64B (AT-8) company command 2 x 3 strong T-64B (AT-8) platoons 1 x 3 BMP1 infantry platoon, with attached grenade launchers 1 x 3 BMP1 recee platoon. 1 x ZSU-23-4 Shilka 1 x AOP with 122mm artillery on call The terrain was fairly open, two small hills centrally bracket the road, the jam factory cones off the spur, and two woods hold the right. There was also a hill on the right. Deployment- as I outnumbered Nick and Will, they deployed half their force, I deployed everything, then they get to choose where the other 50% of their kit begins I opted for a hard left hook, leaving a tank platoon and the ZSU to hold that flank. The US forces had a squad nestled in on the rear of the ...

Bright sunlight burned into Arthur's face, and as he stirred, he noticed several pews had been dragged out of the chapel into the vestry, and placed face-to-face to make makeshift cots. Fred the Weasel busied himself, changing bandages, and whistling tunelessly while wearing a blur gingham pinafore that he must have found in the chapel cleaning supplies, the warband slowly came round his bunk in the weak, late-evening, sun. "Ohhh, look what the cat dragged in! You all have a pleasant nap?" The weasel asked cheekily as the last of the band struggled oer, looking puzzled and bruised, the mouse sat up. "So, did we win?" Arthur the Church Mouse looked over at the others, the pile of bloodied bandages, and heap of discarded equipment on the floor, "Okay, guess that's a no!" "Define winning?" the weasel laughed, ditching the apron he was wearing and pouring himself a cup of something steaming and herbal smelling. Benedict Otterbranch sat with ...