More 7D - BAOR in a BIND...

More 7D in a midweek deathmatch with Steiner-ovich and DiceDemon(ski) taking on me with a paltry British defending force ;)

'Forty quid worth of diesel please mate...(ski)...'   If you have any photography expertise, you'll also note that using my fantastic depth of field knowledge, I have managed to achieve full focus on the hedgerow, while the tank and garage are slightly out of focus. Deliberate, of course...

Nice rules, great game, though some chat about its lacking in terms of artillery 'reality'.
Some doctrinal issues could be addressed, though the WPact 'platoon fire' rule tries to solve some of that in tactical terms, though arty and airstrikes a little too random with the card system.

The PringleLego Power Station

WPact also far too maneuverable - today especially...(bitter, me?)

 Pact armour moving with infantry support in centre.

 Steiner-ovich on British right - would remain 'mostly' untouched by Chieftain fire discipline and Milans, despite numerous attempts.

 NotEnoughBuildings-Hof on the Rhine

 My superb and envied system with regard to hidden units, which remains the 'top' way of doing it; honest.

 'Firing! APDS UP!'

 Bellona-Ville

 Steiner-ovich plods on, and on...

 Milan teams and British infantry running out of ammo (chits).

 The British do some damage on their left, but a Chieftain for one or two T64s is not the kind of exchange they need. (Should have pulled back to rearguard positions, but got carried away).

 The Lego Power station - consisting of Danish Bricks and British Pringle cartons...

 'Firing!'...'dud'

 They're not all duds though!!!

 The British left was ok, but the Chieftains would not last long, especially so when Red Air is floating about.

 British right.

 More T64 brew ups, but not enough - exchange needs to be 2 or 3 for 1.

 Here it comes...

 Red Air is driven off, but not before it devastates the British left, that's 3/4 of the armour gone.

 LegoPringle Power Station on the left, as Steiner-ovich moves to cover from the ridgeline.

 ...while DiceDemon-ski just waltzes down the road, and the British can do nothing - out of chits - 'what? No. They were NOT Territorial Army ...who said that?' ...I blame Colonel Rupert...

 Near game end, and the British hit their break point, and the town is captured.

Great set of rules; eminently hackable, and more WWIII actions are promised, together with some of the WWII version in the shape of Iron Cross.