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Wednesday, 3 December 2025

A Deluge Of Hungarian Greys.

 Time -1944 ish.

Place- Budapest Suburbia

Another easy fight ahead?

Maybe Aye Maybe No.

Suburbs Of Budapest.

  I had eventually found time to nip out to The Garvald Film Studio for an evening of moving lead around as the past few weeks seemed to have found me working an awful lot of Wednesdays interspersed with time away with Lady Watson but since I finally had an evening off and Lady Watson was away wrestling alligators in Florida I motored out to Garvald for an evening of trying to enter Budapest,trying being the operative word.

Typical El Presidente figure-a young lady.

Egging Them On.

Hunting For Ambushes.

          As usual there weren’t many takers for a game this evening so I unusually took charge of the Soviets hoping to get a foothold into Budapest.My plan differed from my usual charging in and I hoped to hop from building to building giving my lads plenty of cover as I didn’t know the opposition’s strength.

The Factory.

The Big Boy Arrives.

To Support the Tank.

     It started well as I managed to inhabit a few buildings without a shot being fired but that was about as far as I got.On entering one building preparing to assault the next one I was fired on by Hungarian squaddies and ended up being pinned down.On trying to activate them they rolled a double 6 forcing them to fire on the nearest squad which just happened to be my platoon headquarters with devastating success wiping them out. They were a big loss considering what was to come.

The Fiendish Panzerschrek Team.

Peek A Boo.

Wasted by their own side.

        On the other side of the playing field 2 of my squads had sought cover in a 2 storey building which drew fire from a lingering Hungarian assault gun forcing the bottom level squad to hunker down.The assault gun continued its progress towards the building and after peeking around the corner of the building found itself facing my company headquarters standing out in the middle of nowhere inviting to be shot at which the assault gun dutifully did wiping them out to a man or in this case women.Welcome to El Presidente’s world.

On Fire But Survived.

Backing Up To The Wall.

Little And Large.

        This was to be the story of the evening as every time I lost a squad I lost a dice which meant I lost a chance of improving my lot. I brought on a field gun which turned out to be next to useless as it drew fire from all the surrounding bad guy squads diminishing its crew rather rapidly-another dice lost.Time to bring out the T34 hoping it would improve on its partner in crime aT26 who couldn’t hit the proverbial barn door and itself incurring the wrath of a German panzerschrek squad that just happened to be in the area.

Fire’s Out.

El Presidente’s Gendarmerie Squad hiding behind the pin markers.



         The T34 fired on the Hungarian assault gun forcing it to retreat till it found itself backed up against a factory wall and eventually evacuated by its crew.The local squad embedded in the factory was having success pining and diminishing both my squads in the neighbouring two storey building as lack of Soviet dice and successful initiative dice meant the Soviets just twiddled their thumbs albeit under fire.

Waiting for the first draw.



  El Presidente produced an anti tank gun to try and destroy the T34 turning the scrap into who was going to strike first.Luckily for once the Soviets struck first and the Hungarian gun was destroyed.This turn of luck didn’t last long as the marauding panzerschrek finally hit my T26 and destroyed it.Game Over.

T26 finally bites the dust.

       An enjoyable game which shows how a lack of dice can sway a game.All figs,scenery and scenario provided by El Presidente.Our next game will be a Christmas game which I hope will evolve into a year long campaign game unless El Presidente does away with the main protagonist like the last time I tried a campaign game.

             I intend to produce a prologue before the game as an hors d’oeuvres.Enjoy!