| "And Then Someone Started Screaming..." |
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The ancient city of a seclusive group of natives has recently discovered. 1 squad each of British, Russian sailors, US Marines, Mercenaries, Rebs, and French set out to establish first "contact". It was almost a jovial race to the finish - and then someone started screaming... (Historican '05). |
| Facing east: Russian sailors at top right with French Legionairres to their front both spy a group of chanting natives in the strip of jungle at top center. Next in line are Ex-Confederate Rebs and Mercenaries in the center. At bottome right US Marines and British spy another group of chanting natives to their front and approach with caution. |
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| Facing south: The natives in front of the Brits and Marines seem restless. |
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| Facing south: And their cousins in front of the Rusians and French don't seem that much happier either! |
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| Facing east: The British make an end run around the flank of the native spears! Emerging on the far side they spy two large groups of hostiles and take them under fire! |
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| Facing east: The Marines and Rebs advance forward in a careful firing line. The British firing can be heard at left. |
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| Facing south: As their fields of view reach back into the ruins of the ancient city more and more packs of screaming natives can be seen and heard! |
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| Facing south: As the Russians come on line the natives start to chant and press towards them! |
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| Facing south: More and more natives start to come out of the wood work at the advance of the whitemen! |
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| Facing west: Things start to get hairy as more and more native continue to appear! Rifles are leveled at the screaming wild men and one can almost hear trigger fingers starting to tighten on trigger slack! |
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| Facing south: The French can take now more! One native screams and at the unexpected yell a rifle goes off followed by several more! Native spill to the ground in a pile and the remainder fall back into the gap! The French persue and are set upon by the blood crazed pack of warriors as they emerge and are nearly destroyed to a man! |
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| Facing west: The sailors who witness the fierceness of the native attack immediately level their rifles and open fire! It is a miracle that in the fusilade of fire only one Legionairre is felled by 'friendly' bullets! The French survivors fall back to the safety of the Russian left flank (safe from both the native spears and Russian bullets)! The remainder of the crazed savages press back into the breach! |
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| Facing west: The Mercenaries, Marines, and Rebs all manage to not open fire. To their surprise the natives do not press home their attack but coninue to posture and scream in close proximity! At top firing can be heard and the British mission continues to fire on the advancing packs of natives at top right. They repeatedly met in close combat and their numbers are reduced to a single man! |
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| Facing west: The lone surviving Brit rushes back to the Mercenaries and is able to convince several of them to join him in firing volleys at the scattered natives in close pursuit! The MErcenary commander is outraged because now his men will be attacked as well. He orders a general engagement and the men begin the work they were hired for! |
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| Facing east: The Rebs advance carefully with rifles at the ready. The surviving natives scattered about near the British bodies seem more intent on the Mercenaries who already are shooting at them from the right. |
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| Facing east: More and more natives appear each turn at the call of their screaming brothers and begin to gather in large packs at the far end of the field all along the whiteman's advance! |
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| Facing south: The native seem to be making a second line of defense around a particular mound against the advancing rifles! The Rebs and Marines can be seen at top right as they approach closer to their destiny! |
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| Facing west: A particularly nasty group circles and begins to chant themselves into a frenzy at the far end of the native field! |
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| Facing west: Scattered survivors attempt to organize themselves from the slaughter of white bullets. They are unsuccessful and are picked off one by one. |
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| Facing northwest: A lone warrior charges and is shot down by the Russians and French who shoot every native in sight before advancing back to the opening in the jungle. The Russians have also had the experience of losing several men to the spears of these wild men. At top the Marines press on towards the center of native activity. |
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| Facing north: The Marines at left top the crest of a small hill and spy the native reception that gathers to meet them! Beyond the sea of spears they spy the mound which the horde seems to protect - this must be where they need to go to stop the attacks! |
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| Facing south: The Mercenaries also hold what they've got and fire on any native in sight! |
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| Facing east: The Rebs approach the second line of native spears and manage to hold their fire as other natives shriek on by towards to firing Mercenaries far to their rear. |
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| Facing south: The Marines and Rebs emerge from the dense underbrush and the native spears spread into a wide arc to meet them! |
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| Facing south: As the Marines and Rebs watch more and more native continue to pour out of the jungle at bottom left! Suddenly finding themselves alone things are begining to look one sided! |
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| Facing southwest: A particularly nasty group of natives begins to press closer towards the Marines! |
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| Facing west: The Mercenaries at top fight off the few natives left to charge them while at bottom left the Franco-Russo element has come to an understanding about the friendly fire and advances through the gap in the jungle. |
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| Facing north: Mercenaries at top left and sailors covering the advance of their bretheren at bottom right. |
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| Facing south: The Amreicans cautiously approach the line of taunting native spears. The Rebs attempt to reach the sacred mound by making a dash around the native right flank! |
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| Facing south: Marines edge away from the direct approach to the sacred mound and attempt to exploit the Rebel progress on the flank at left. |
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| Facing west: These natives seem to be working themselves up into a blood frenzy, and yet they don't attack! It seems as they they are waiting for the Marines to advance a little closer to the sacred mound! |
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| Facing west: The Franco-Russo aliance holds up well as they slowly inch their way forward picking off the scurrying native spear! |
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| Facing east: The Mercenaries continue to deal with the occasional lone charging native and dispatch them with shotgun blasts at close range as they make their way forward! |
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| Facing northeast: The Marines watch the natvies to their front fall upon the Rebel column when suddenly the remaining spears at top suddenly shout the attack and charge in unison! |
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| Facing east: The Mercenaries watch the natvies as they tear the Rebels and Marines to shreds. They suddenly notice a band of natives which have regrouped and are heading towards them! |
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| Facing east: The Rebs are wiped out to a single survivor who continues to battle off an attacker at top right. The Marines are badly mauled but are still in fighting shape at left. The scattered natives regroup and prepare to launch themselves at their attackers again! |
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| Facing south: At the foot of the idol the Marines are unable to get onto the mound by a few paces! This unfortunate event means that the natives will continue to arrive and nothing will stem the flow of hostile spears! The Marine officer at top left finds himself at the edge of the gathering native storm and fires his pistol into the attackers! His remaining Marines battle the few spears alive from the second attack! |
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| Facing west: The tip of the Franco-Russo element rounds the corner and is set upon by savages! The survivors hold their ground and fire into the horde at close range, but the rifles see the futility of their effort and begin to back away. |
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| Facing west: The rest of the Russians halt and begin to pick off the remaining natives in their area and provide covering fire for their advanced party who back out of the jungle still firing at the unseen natives to their front! |
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| Facing north: The Marines and lone Reb at top left will attempt a fighting withdrawl back to the Mercenaries somewhere at left. The Russians and French survivor are gathering at bottom right. At first the goal was to reach the center of the native presence. Now their only goal is to get out alive! The native continue screaming as they again charge in with their spears... |
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Natives - Minor Victory - WINNER! |