The South Walians were now forced into emergency manoeuvres, retreating their HQ in full "evade mode", rushing forward their reserve infantry to provide some form of cover, and desperately grinding the gears of their tank to dispel all those adverse morale markers:
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| Go on, crunch those gears again! Maybe we can get this thing going forward! |
Meanwhile, the North Walians rushed forward their own reserve troops and HQ, with another melee rolling on into Llarreggub itself as their "causeway flanking force" hit home:
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| Vorwarts to Victory! The North Walian HQ advances. |
Back in the south, it appeared that Roo's Royal Irish Legion and the Blackshorts had composed their nascent differences, and were now confidently "advancing along a parallel axis" without firing on each other:
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| Blackshorts emerge from the fields nearest to Llarreggub... |
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| ...only to be rapidly shot down by the defending Police. A temporary victory only.... |
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| ..for there is only one Police section defending against both the advancing Blackshort and Royal Irish Legion Platoons... |
Matters were now getting desperate for the "forces of law and order". Too many policemen were being consumed in the continuing forlorn melee against the North Walians, but while the police still had their "Big Gun", there was always hope...
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| BOOM! The Police Big Gun explodes after being targeted by the deadly North Walian Big Gun. |
Such hope as the Police might have had disintegrated with the explosive loss of their Big Gun, and they now began to take cover and engage in desperate house to house fighting in Llareggub itself - against everyone other than the still dazed South Walians...
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| Jon's "Victory Salute" for his supremely deadly Big Gun. At least, that's what we think it is... |
And so on to Part Eight...
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