Despite my infectious status Dan and I decided to have a game this weekend. It was our usual lineup of Iranians versus British, but this time we shrunk the board size and filled it with as much terrain as possible.
Blufor were British mechanized regulars with TQ D8/M D8
Redfor were IRGC mixed with T D6/M D10
The game was perpetual escalation with the British objective of securing the crossroads at 1 (10 points), the old mosque at 2 (15 points) and the compound at 3 (15 points). The IRGC forces were tasked with making the advance as bloody as possible for the British forces, with 5 points per vehicle kill/disabled and 1 point per infantry casualty inflicted.
The Brits began heavily with 2 MBTs and a warrior APC south of the cross roads. Meanwhile, the IRGC forces were disorganized and had only been able to assemble an adhoc defense; with a single squad in cover at the junction, a couple HMGs arrayed around the town and a command squad in the compound itself.
Blufor began cautiously creeping towards the crossroads while laying down copious amounts of defensive smoke. More mechanized infantry for the Brits arrived, while at the same time the Iranians managed to get a T-72 and a BMP full of dismounts on the scene.
RPGs began to arc out from the squat buildings at the intersection, but did little more than scratch the challenger's paint job and provoke a decimating response from the tank's MGs.
Another Warrior arrived on the scene, while at the same time the IRGC managed to get the rest of its reinforcements into the combat zone, with a full platoon of infantry entering the eastern square accompanied by another T-72. The BMP hooned across the open area and dumped its troops out behind a large administrative building. Meanwhile; on the adjacent side; The TUSK M1 parked itself squarely opposite the hidden Dushka team, making their life far more interesting. At this point a British sniper team in a chopper began orbiting the battlefield, plinking away to little effect.
The BMP infantry squad charged into the building up to the roof and attempted to introduce the Abram's deck armor to a PG-7V round; but the remote machine gun on the roof had other ideas and managed to pin down the squad. The Dushka team in the same building decided to announce its presence to the Warrior on the opposite side of the street, but again, the Abrams screwed the pooch for the hapless crew. It was at this time that the rest of the Iranian infantry decided to make a run for it, speeding across the open square to cover on what was quickly materializing on the front line. As they briefly came into the line off sight with the M1 they wasted no time in greeting its presence with more RPG rounds, but to little effect. Finally, one of the T-72s decided it was time to take a chance and moved forward. The Abrams at this stage was completely overloaded and incapable of action. As the T-72 rounded a corner its turret swung around and miraculously liquified the internal workings of its 70-ton opposition. Dan wasn't pleased
Although the Brits had managed to secure the crossroads, their caution had cost them precious time and allowed the Revolutionary Guards units to solidify their positions. Two tanks now watched for any exposure of the British column. This wasn't going to be pretty.
with the majority of the front line now extremely dangerous, the trailing Warrior dumped off its riders and attempted to move them through the one gap in the IRGC lines.
In an attempt to plug said gap, the BMP decided to let its presence be known. Unfortunately for the crew a trooper with an itchy AT-4 finger converted the Soviet hardware into so much flaming scrap metal before it could even depress its autocannon.
Brits kept up the pressure on the right flank, with more infantry disembarking around the crossroads proper. One squad managed to sneak up past the flaming BMP wreck, whilst more took cover against the administrative building.
in an attempt to even the odds the challenger rounds the corner on one of the T-72s. The conscript gunner had his crap together, however, and immolated the remaining blufor MBT with a round through the side. British infantry took the high ground in a derelict building and began exchanging large amounts of fire with the dug in Iranian squads. slowly withering them down. The fog of war blew through and revealed a number of new participants in the battle: A special forces squad had stumbled upon the beleaguered Brits and offered a hand; at the same time an elite sniper team had lended its expertise to the IRGC. The two now faced off with one another.
From here on the battle was effectively a high-angle downhill slide for the Brits. After losing both their MBTs an two of the three Warriors they had very little in the way of dealing with the remaining Iranian armor. Fog deemed it appropriate for another Iranian tank to arrive in the last turn and their was simply no way they were going to dislodge the IRGC units from their positions. Dan's rolling was particularly wracked with misfortune. Despite the fact I was one quality level less I tended to do a lot better in the rolling department. My theory is that his tanks aren't painted and thus unlucky :P