Warhammer – Tor Helethion campaign, game 10 – Assault on Darrule Ridge.

The daemons of khorne are summoned forth to crush the last high elf resistance before the citadel of Tor Helethion can be invested by a siege. Prince Belhallas, the garrison commander, has picked his ground, a ridge line of the hill of Darrule, and issued his orders (he is still recovering from serious wounds to be able to lead the force, which falls to dragon-mage Faylas instead - just back from his rescue mission last game - getting about quickly isn't an issue for him).  The High Elf lines are made up of veteran sea guard (experience gained from earlier battles), the last silver  helms and reavers and the citadel's resident phoenix (we've decided this cannot be 'killed' in the campaign, but misses the next game if lost, as it regenerates in its home fire, in the citadel). The elves only have mages left as characters, as their available combat characters for the campaign have previously been killed (or are out injured). 

The daemons, led by their prince, don't gain experience (being immortal evil spirits of bloodshed and war). They can always be re-summoned at need (no need to track numbers). No Bloodthirster yet (I have one), but we are saving him for a big future games, a match for the big high elf dragon, when there has been enough slaughter, he'll show-up.

The two forces for the battle:

High Elves (roughly)
Arch Mage Eralis (lvl 3), with hammerhand, pillar of fire, oakenshield (and some magic items)

Dragon Mage Faylas (lvl 2), on sun dragon, with hammerhand and fireball (giant blade, seeds of rebirth)

Mage Leilath (lvl 2), with glittering robes and miasmic mirage (flying carpet - here actually a cloud he rides).

30 Sea Guard (veterans), full command
30 Sea Guard, full command
15 Sea Guard (veterans), full command
10 Shadow Warriors
7 Silver Helms, full command
5 Ellyrian Reavers (skirmishers, campaign xp +1BS)
8 Ellyrian Reavers
1 Flame Phoenix
2 Giant Eagles
2 Repeater Bolt Throwers

Khorne Daemons (roughly)
Daemon-Prince Golagoth Skullcleaver, with Might of Khorne, Axe of Khorne, Armour of Khorne, Brass Collar

Herald BSB with Banner of Eternal War
Herald (on foot)
Herald on Juggernaut

20 Bloodletters, full command
20 Bloodletters, full command
20 Bloodletters, full command
6 Fleshhounds
6 Fleshhounds
7 Bloodcrushers, full command with great standard of sundering
10 Furies
1 Skull Cannon

The khornate daemons began with (almost) full send, only holding back on their left flank, whilst the skull cannon crash a shot through sea guard into the dragon, but the seeds of rebirth saved it from damage. The high elves responded with a lot of arrows and bolts, chipping away wounds.

Turn 2 saw the action really start, as impetuous daemons failed tests (we are using the, far better, leadership test for this, not the 50/50). The bloodcrushers rushed off, but rolled a max charge and hammered into the veteran sea guard, and both fleshhounds units attempted too long charges and failed, leaving them exposed. The rest marched up as fast as they could, whilst the skull cannon targeted and hit the phoenix, leaving it with just 2 wounds. It got worse, the bloodcrushers did their work, and 14 sea guard died under their impact hits, hellblades and hooves... they broke (now just outnumbered on unit strength) and fled, with the charge overrunning on into the shadow warriors behind... bad news! Wow, what charge these guys (first game using all) pack! A big hammer...

The fight for the ridge was on, as the dragon-mage swooped into the flank of the bloodcrushers, the silver helms sounded their horn and charged into the reckless fleshhounds, killing them all. More arrows, more bloodletters down, and a big bolt hit the daemon-prince for 2 wounds too. The shadow warriors followed the sea guard and all 10 died under juggernaut hooves, and the dragon-mage, damage done, fled the scene, back along the ridge, and juggers having to chase after, of course. They were tearing the elven centre apart.

Meanwhile, the silver helms could charge also on and smashed into the daemon prince, who was joined by bloodletters in another big melee. On the elven right, skirmishing reavers were picking off furies, and the phoenix, looking to stop that skull cannon, charged, but lost the combat and exploded into flames and was gone, but had left the cannon with only 1 wound left. Sea guard archery would later pick off that last wound...

Te main fight was on the ridge, and both sides had their victories. The silver helms killed the daemon prince with their lances, but lost the combat to the block of bloodletters on their flank, and then fled. The juggernauts made short work of the reavers, the last survivors fled, and it seemed the ridge would be lost. But the sea guard on the elven left were winning, getting the upper hand in a melee with another 20 bloodletters, and the dragon mage had rallied in front of the juggernauts.  The veteran sea guard had also rallied and were loosing arrows again from the edge of the tabletop.

In the melees that followed, the dragon mage, using hammerhand, his giant blade and stomps held up the juggernauts and won, just, causing instability and several juggers vanished, the sledge hammer was looking far less intimidating. The sea guard continued to win their melees and more bloodletters were vanquished, but the silver helms, forced to make a panic test failed it (even with their valour of the ages re-roll) and the FBIGO saw it move 5" back, just over the table edge and gone (taking the helpless arch mage with them).

In the final turn, the dragon continued to get the upper hand over the juggernauts, leaving just the herald to face it alone, and the sea guard did their thing with spears in ranks, finally destroying two bloodletter units... we called it. The daemonic fury had been quelled, most were vanquished, the elves stood bloodied, but victorious on their ridge. Not a big win on VPs, but just enough.

Some pics of the action...

Deployment, not clear in the pic, but the high elves are on a long, 2 tier hill (the ridge), which ends at the phoenix.

Full send from the daemons, whilst the high elves wait, shoot, and counter with their silver helms. They do some work on their right, with flying stuff, and skirmish cavalry.

Daemonic right, about to charge! What else?

Daemonic centre, about to charge.

Daemon left, not charging, just yet. Skull cannon lines up the dragon for first shot.

The sea guard, backed by bolt throwers, with Ellyrian reavers and silver helms for a counter attacking punch from the ridge.

 

 

Elven right, around the waystone, which absorbs magic... not a factor today though, as nor wizards down here.

The red centre surges forward in turn 1, the big bus of bloodcrushers taking missile and magic fire (lost a first jugger).

Silver helms gain a 5+ ward save (green gem), and the dragon mage adds his fireball attack, as they hold, hold! Patience and timing is required. 

Sea Guard vets brace for impact (and some), the juggernauts look unstoppable, despite the arrow storm.

Golagoth, the daemon-prince, marches up in the centre, in search of fresh skulls to cleave, mainly, that dragon would be a good prize.

Sea guard butchered and routed, the juggernauts overrun into the shadow warriors on the hill tier behind. Oof! This was just before the dragon-mage charged into the flank to aid them. Shadow warriors are well and truly squished.

 

The silver helms (and lvl 3 wizard) charge the daemon prince  (2 wounds already taken from bolt throwers). Daemon prince forgets to issue a challenge, and gets lanced to death (banishment). The fool! 

Skirmishing reavers sally round the flank, eagles close by. Between them, they destroy the furies.

Having wiped out the shadow warriors and broken the dragon, the juggernauts pursue it, but don't catch it, and come up just short of the reavers... but they'll charge again next turn (no impact hits though)! At this point, they are rolling up the High Elf position, looking like an unstoppable force.

The broken silver helms flee! They rallied, then failed a panic test (twice, as elves) and just FBIGO'd off the end table edge... an inglorious day for the heavy cavalry and arch mage. It looked bad for the elves at this point.

Reavers broken (next!), the rallied dragon mage is hit in the next pursuit, but at just a couple of inches, no impact hits from the juggers. The dragon makes a far tougher opponent, a becomes an immovable object. Stoic defence from the dragon and sea guard would win the day - just.

Bloodletters climb the hill to try and finish off the last of the veteran sea guard (rallied from their earlier mauling). The stand and fire, then many spears, defeated the charge and instability shattered the bloodletters... it's just enough to win the game. A heroic day for the sea guard units. A close run thing.

So, with that result, as yet, the Dark Elves cannot seal in the garrison and start a siege of the citadel. As the daemons were attacking so the Dark Elves were also attacking to take the next watchtower at Anchel, so that is game 11. High Elf reinforcements are just a few days away from landing, the tide may be turning (but I have finished painting a few new DE units, a Kharybdis, sorceress on dark pegasus and doomfire warlocks can join the war). 

The up to date campaign map, fighting is now restricted to the east coast, and the High Elf reinforcements dispatched from Lothern are about to arrive.

 

*****

Seas of Ulthuan
A blue, jagged, sea broke and foamed about the eagle-carved prows of the sleek ships as they rose and fell through the waves, each in full sail, tort, filled by the hard tailwind that now drove them ceaselessly north, arrowing through the waters, pale hulls rising and rolling to the swell. Sea Lord Ithilas of Lothern looked out over his fleet, some thirty eagle-ships, beyond them, off the starboard, was the coast of Tiranoc, its distant mountains nothing more than a slim, ragged pale line on the horizon. On the flagship’s stern, Stormweaver Aelhara stood, her staff raised as she commanded the very winds that now powered them towards Tor Helethion. The High Elves had long been the masters of these seas, the unruly elements of the air that sped and roiled above were hers to summon and harness. The Sea Guard, each an experienced sailor, manned the rigging, sure-footed even amidst the tamed gale. High above the main mast, little more than a grey blur at the edge of his elven eye’s long sight, the griffon, Greytail, rode the same strong winds, eagle-wings outstretched in a long, effortless glide. The griffon had been the Sea Lord’s since childhood, they had been raised together. Bonded in trust and friendship, Greytail, would follow her master anywhere, always with a protective eye, even into a dragon’s maw if Ithilas so commanded. It may well yet come to that. For now, she flew free, the fleet’s highest and most alert sentry. She would spy any dangers ahead long before he or any look-out could.

Ithilas strode towards the ship’s prow, where the Arch Mage Aelairon stood, cloak, robes and silver hair billowing about him amidst the cascades of sea-spray. “We are making good time.” Ithilas advised the mage. “The spires of the sunken city of Tor Anros are not far ahead. Two days, with Aelhara’s elementals behind us, and the fleet will be around the Blighted Isle. I trust Warden Belhallas can hold for just two more days?”

“I fear his losses have already mounted. My heart tells me things are going ill for the garrison. The enemy have come in greater force that we have anticipated, and with far stronger allies. But, Tor Helethion isn’t the enemy’s true prize. It is what lies beyond it. This has ever been Malekith’s greatest ambition. His heart yearns to retake the great Temple of Khaine and free the black sword. If his minions gain Tor Helethion and cannot be ejected, he’ll have taken a long stride towards his ultimate goal. Our northern garrisons are strong, and Prince Belhalass has Amlargos the dragon to aid him. Tor Helethion isle has long been his abode, and the great drake will not allow our enemy to defile his territory. If the druchii think they can claim Tor Helethion, then they must first face dragon fire.”

“And the Witch King will know this?”,  enquired Prince Ithilas.

“Of course. He knows all the sundered islands too well. He collects intelligences from them with every year’s raids, always scheming towards his ultimate ambition. This attack may well be just the vanguard of far greater invasion plan. Only when Malekith feels himself strong enough will he risk open war for the Blighted Isle, or dare to once again take to the battlefield himself. Perhaps, for now, he is just testing our defences and resolve. Killing the dragon would be a worthy prize in itself. He would willingly waste many of his servants lives just to that end, to remove such a foe. Our task, once we make landfall, is to drive the invaders back into the sea and show the old enemy that Ulthuan’s resolve has not been weakened by the long years. Strength in arms is our best hope of deterring Malekith’s boundless ambitions”.  Lord Ithilas nodded in understanding, as the Arch Mage continued.

“These rumours of a daemonic pact also worry me. Darkest of dark sorcery, but our enemy’s ire knows no bounds, he will sacrifice any servant or slave without remorse. What the druchii offers such perilous servants I cannot guess… perhaps nothing more than the goodly souls of our kindred to reap for their own dark god’s pleasure. Hence, I have gathered a strong conclave of mages of Hoeth to combat them. They, and I, will lead the Swordmasters to deal with the daemons. The magical realm of Ulthuan is no place for their kind, it is an anathema to them. We shall cast them back into the void whence they spawned.”

Prince Ithilas simply gazed out over his speeding fleet, each ship lightly slicing through the waves, leaving trails of foaming white behind them. On the horizon, just visible through sea spray haze, the narrow, crumbling spires of the sunken city of Tor Anros had appeared. A whole city, once majestic, lost in the Great Sundering, when Malekith’s civil war and the terrible magics it unleashed, had shattered Ulthuan’s coast and, after unnumbered battles and losses, finally sent his kindred fleeing into exile across the northern sea. In the millenium since that catastrophe, that bloody civil war had never really ended. It ebbed and flowed, like the tides below him, but it could not truly end until the Dread King Malekith and his pitiless servants were destroyed. Malekith’s great power would not be broken in this campaign, but on Tor Helethion, Prince Ithilas, Arch Mage Aelairon, Aelhara, and all, must now play their part in thwarting it.

*****   

 

 

 

American Civil War - Longstreet mini-campaign

Through the spring months we decided to get out our ACW armies, which haven't seen much tabletop action in while, and play some Longstreet. The rule's campaign of 9 games seemed a bit much to commit to, so we cut it down to 5 games, enough to scratch the itch, use the models, but not too long, so we can get back to some Naps, with a new campaign planned in the summer. 

I would take my union brigade, led by the inept(brilliant) General D J Strump (the finest brigade in the world, anyone saying otherwise is false news, he's 'making the Union great again'). We broke out the Longstreet decks and got to it over 5 games, all below. 

1. Take the Farm

Generalismo Strump leads his fresh brigade into the attack against a reb held farm/mansion. The attack, to be cavalry round the right flank, was a none starter, it stumbled forwards, the reb cavalry won the first fight and then hammered the infantry, after the union cannonade did little. Solid win for the rebs, laughing behind their stone wall. 1-0 the Confederacy and 0-0 on Glory (Epic Points).

The brave boys in blue ready for the off, with cavalry attack round the right flank meant to do the damage, and infantry in a demonstration attack only.

Grey-bellies line the mansion's walls, and sit tight.

For glory! The infantry lines move up, as the cannons open up on the defenders behind their wall.

The cavalry never charged, being distracted by various enemy card plays and enemy cavalry coming to met them. The attack never got going. Strump claims victory despite this!

2. Hold the Forest

The rebs are on the attack now, with the union holding a forest tree-line. The plan is for a cavalry spoiling counter-attack, to mess up the reb advance, whilst the Strump's proud boys sit tight in cover. Boot's on the other foot this time.

Blue cavalry about to swing into action, first crossing the marsh ahead of them, under fire.

The high ground provides excellent defensive position on the union right.

More cavalry working their way forward to counter-attack.

Rebs stream on in march columns for speed. the threat of cavalry forced them to halt and reform.

Speeding by, the two cavalry regiments both try the same thing.

and are forced to reform to fight each other, a stalemate.

Reb infantry presses to the wood line in an big assault, but is held up, just.

Canister rips apart one reb unit and the wood line holds.

 The game resulted in narrow Union win, so 1-1 in games, but 3-1 in Glory to the Rebs.

3. Up the Hill

Winner gets to attack, so the union will try to dislodge the rebs from a big hill top. Trouble is, they have a lot of good cavalry, so planning is all around dealing with their predictable counter-attack, which came fast and hard on the union left and resulted in a very close run thing. 

Rebs have 2 hill tops, one strongly held, so just a demonstration attack here. The far hill is the objective, but that has all the reb cavalry to deal with first. So two phases of this battle, engage/break the cavalry then drive on up the hill.

The assault force, sheer weight of numbers might carry the objective.

Awaiting the reb cavalry, from out of that wood. Muskets and cannons trained, the union cavalry is outnumbered and outclassed. They'll do what they can to delay the enemy, for the gunners behind.

Reb guns can lend some harassing fire at long range.

The reb cavalry charge causes mayhem... but they are taking losses too.

The union line has swung through 90 to face the cavalry and hammer it hard with volleys. Now fully engaged, the others set off for the hill top objective at top speed.

Meanwhile, the demonstration attack keeps the rest of the reb infantry in place on the other hilltop. No assault is coming though.

The objective hill top, as the union boys make to the top and must surely take it to claim the day. One last charge. 

In a very close run thing, the reb cavalry, always the big threat today, did just enough damage before the hill top fell. They paid for it, but cavalry casualties bought them the narrowest of wins. 2-1 Rebs, and 5-2 in Glory, they are ahead (Strump denies this, he is winning, is always winning, he has never lost a battle). 

4. Across the Stream

Rebs back on the attack, with the ford scenario, and a stream to cross at various fording points. 

Union line the rocky fast-flowing stream, with marshy ground and big wood in the reb centre, to sneak up through.

Rebs charge two fording points and take heavy losses, but are sending the new recruits first, heartless.

The main ford is the scene of heavy close combat, bayonets in the stream. It's close, but the rebs fall back.

At the other ford, they are across, driving the union regiment back and over-running the guns. Victory is close.

Dismounted cavalry trade fire across the stream, and union gunners give them a whiff of grapeshot.

Union reinforcements are committed to counter the lost ford. The rebs are soon in retreat again. Victory slips away.

A bold effort by the rebs, but the union reinforcements seal up the damaging breakthrough and drove them back, the stream line is held and it's 2-2 in games won, but another close one. It's 6-3 in Glory though, but General Strump has influential friends (paid for of course) at the Washington newspapers. Headlines declare he has inflicted the greatest ever defeat on the Confederacy ('we won big, oh so big, bigger than you could believe', quotes say), and the corrupt journalists gain him 3 points of unearned Glory! It's 6-6, with 1 game to play. {This is a campaign special event card which came up}.

5. Take the Crossroads

Finale, and the union are back attacking, to take vital crossroads. With all to play for, can the attackers finally win one? Can Strump somehow earn his unwarranted reputation as the half-average commander?  Well, the definative answer was no. The union infantry attack her was cut to pieces, the infantry massacred en masse, as Strump threw men forwards and saw his lines crumble. Reb cannon fire and canister raked through them, their musketry, aided by well timed whithering volleys cards, then an exposed position card, saw the union brigade shattered in a decisive (one-sided) defensive win. But, with one grand (forlorn) bayonet charge, the union gain 1 point of Glory, making it 7-6. So, 3-2 in Reb wins, but 7-6 to the union in Glory (un)earned (by getting everybody killed, but Strump knows the papers will say differently tomorrow).

The union move up to assault the crossroads, but they are still getting most of their gun batteries into place.

The attack goes in anyway, no waiting for cannon fire to shoot them in, just go!

The rebs hold the crossroads, barely touched by the inept union assault. If this is victory, who knows what defeat looks like? Strump is promoted for his callous waste of men's lives (bravery)... and plans his run for public office after the war, safe in the delusion he whipped them rebs every time...

So, a narrow, and rather pyhrric, Union win, by 1 point of Glory, and not because of the fighting (the rebs won that), but because of the better PR. It doesn't sit right.

So, having not played Longstreet in a while, this series threw up some game issues - 5 straight defensive wins, 2 of them big ones, and the Epic points system (which we call Glory, as a better name), which felt off as the actual campaign victory conditions. 

The core game rules are great, we'll work up some fixes for the other bits. We are now house-ruling the use of cavalry for charges against the front of infantry (this is ACW, there are way too many as the rules stand). Our fix, cavalry just cannot declare a charge against the front of infantry units they do not outnumber. We are also making dismounted cavalry a bit better, so it gets used more like this, which is better for this period we feel. We like ACW cavalry more as mobile infantry. Atm, it all feels a bit Napoleonic, repeated crashing cavalry charges, dominating too much over the infantry rifled-musket duel. 

Anyway, fun had, itch scratched, time for some Naps (when the final units are painted). 

(Disclaimer, General D J Strump is a fictional character, any similarity to a real person is coincidental)

Attack on San Salvo Station - with Battlegroup Italy

Late October, 1943, and the 78th Infantry Division is pushing up the Adriatic coast of Italy and has just crossed the Trigno river. Facing elements of 16th Panzer Division, the 78th launched an attack to take the ridge and village of San Salvo. Close to the coast, at the end of the ridge, sat San Salvo railway station, where the day's advance met strong resistance from panzers and StuGs. This game is a follow-up to our earlier San Salvo game, part of the same day's attack, which we played back in May, '24, that AAR can be found back then. 

With the Germans all dug-in on the ridge or down around the station, the Brits began their day’s advance from the woods (Bosco di Moltice), led by the East Kent infantry (the tanks would come later). The objectives were the station (obviously), one on the ridge high ground and one down at the ‘big’ farm. The Germans went onto ambush fire, waiting for the Brits to get into range, and the single forward StuG (a sort of delaying tactic) opened fire with HE, from behind the irrigation ditch. It caused some pinning, but took a return PIAT hit to the front (which failed to penetrate) before reversing into the orchard to re-arm, as the supply panzer dashed forwards to meet it. Mortar fire (as always) was exchanged, but so far, no major losses – until a 25 pdr barrage scored a direct hit on a MG team’s foxhole and wiped them out… messy.

The Brits continued to roll on, their first platoon leading, a second back lurking in the woods, then the tanks, Shermans of 46th RTR. These would become engaged in a long range firefight with the StuGs, with much missing, and any shots that hit glanced off, and no damage was done. Ammo was largely wasted, and the little supply panzer was going to be busy. Well, it was going to be, until a 25 pdr round, deviating on San Salvo ridge, hit it and flipped it over… drat! The StuGs had to be ultra careful now and preserve what shots they had left, for good ones. Meanwhile, the British infantry advance had reached the big farm and taken in, under some incoming rifle fire and MG fire. MG’s suppressing fire, from high on ridge and the station, keep heads down, and the East Kent’s supporting pioneer section rushed up and cleared the German minefield blocking the road… nice work!

The British push was on, the Shermans closing up and banging away, one forward German rifle section being wiped out before it could withdraw. Overhead, the Luftwaffe put in a rare showing, a FW-190 timed strike pickling the area around the small farm with bombs and causing a lot of pinning, and a Sherman survived a direct hit, but was immobilised - their lucky day! German 120mm mortar fire raked the front too, around the big farm, and the Brits were doing a lot of unpinning. On counters, it was close, small edge to the Germans perhaps.

The German reserves arrived, 3 x Panzer IVs and 2 x full panzer grenadier squads in their 251s, tooled up with max MGs… they waited on reserve move for the right moment to commit, as the Panzer IVs took over from the mostly empty StuGs (by now one had been KO’d in a 4.5” Corps artillery stonk request), but it was empty anyway (still, its a chit). The Shermans now had new targets, and the Panzer IVs proved equally wild in their shooting.

When mortar fire had the Brits at the big farm well-pinned down, the panzer grenadiers raced up (reserve move), then in the German turn, de-buss, and the pintle MGs opened fire, aimed fire this time, and began killing Brits, quickly. The infantry and their (many) MGs joined in, a first British rifle section in the orchard was wiped out, then the pioneers too, in all the Brits took 5 counters in 1 turn… ouch, and suddenly their day’s attack was in trouble, from the local counter attack. The big farm was running out of men (and what they had was pinned). The Brits reacted by urgently sending reinforcements, second platoon at the run, from lurking in safety behind, but would they be in time? The German panzer grenadiers and panzer counter was hammering them up front. Their FHQ called up the artillery and another 4.5” stonk screamed in. This time, accurately slamming in the midst of the Germans, direct hits destroyed a Panzer IV and then dismounted MG team. The counters were high, a 4 and a 5, and those 9 points pushed the Germans over their BR rating of 44 (to 45). Unlucky! The Brits were at 61 from 65… so really close as well. My counter-attacked needed 1 more turn (perhaps I waited a turn too long), but the accurate British artillery (and mortar) fire gave them pause, and they pulled back instead, bloody nose issued.

An interesting fight, where ammunition played a huge roll, the empty StuGs and Shermans (all out of AP) and supply vehicles struggling (or dead)… in the end, no Shermans were lost, one was immobilised (REME will have that sorted in a jiffy). So, it pretty much went as it did on the day, a long grind that saw the East Kents and 46th RTR take the station and claim 12 StuGs and Panzer IVs KO’d in the day. Game 2 at San Salvo was another narrow British win. We have plans for one more scenario at San Salvo, when 16th Panzer Division counter-attacked against the village.

 

San Salvo ridge in the foreground, with the fields between it and the forest, through which the British advanced.

Forward StuG awaits in ambush at the irrigation ditch

The station house, and reserve StuG and tank rider infantry.

British section strike out for the 'big' farm house. This would the hot-spot later on.

Pz II armour supply vehicle helps out the forward StuG after it wasted its HE ammo...

First 46th RTR Sherman noses through the trees and engages the first StuG.

StuGs move up and engage, to little effect, and ammo is at a premium.

4.5" stonk wrecks a panzer, and a StuG.

Luftwaffe timed strike from FW-190 bombs... 

Disaster, the vital supply panzer is KO'd in a 25 pdr barrage. The HMG in the tobruk pit has just run out of ammo too... dangers of an MG-42.

The panzer grenadier's counter-attack gets under way, hitting hard and fast to retake the big farm (beyond that orchard).

Reserve StuG comes forward (only one with ammo), with infantry support, but again, soon runs out of ammo and withdraws. All StuGs empty by the end of the game.