My friends and I continued on with our campaign, taking up the third day of the Battle of Caspe where we left off. First, we raised a toast for John's birthday, then set about trying to kill each other ('s minis).
We paused last time early in the 7th Round. I had fired off my artillery to deadly effect, apparently breaking my opponents will for the day. Now it was finally their turn to sound their cannons.
They had four cannons set up and ready to go, finally bringing the full weight of their artillery to bare. They had the yellow house on the southern edge of town in their sights.
The house was full of fascists, with an HMG on the roof and a grenader on the second floor balcony, both of which had helped hold back the anarchists thrust through the farmlands.
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adds an infantry platoon to his WWI Brits.
