'Schild en Vriend' is an old Flemish battlecry, used in the rebellion of the city of Brugge against the French, May 18, 1302. Legend tells that it was used to differentiate between the French-speaking (who could not pronounce 'schild') and Flemish-speaking citizens. Nowadays, historians tell us that it was probably 'Des Gilden Vriend'.
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The game was played on a 2x2 meter playing surface with a rather muddy river flowing at the south edge, branched by a little pool. The villa was situated in the corner formed by the branch and the river. The jungle was at the opposite corner.
The ScenarioYou can read all about the storyline here.
The Opposing Forces
There are 4 distinguished forces : the French, British, Force publique and the Natives.
The French had 2 squads of 6 figures each, a very old machinegun jamming
most of the time and a supply wagon/mobile garden which was very important. At least for
the french. They started at the north-western edge of the board, exposing
them a little to fire from the villa but the 'safety' of the jungle was not
The British forces also had 2 squads of 5 figures each, plus a squad of marines. They started at the south-eastern edge of the board, just landed from the Congo river.
Force Publique aka ´Les Belges´
The Force Publique consisted of 2 squads of 6 figs each, being a bunch of
Askaris combined with some Europeans, all in different uniforms, but with the common factor of having no discipline whatsoever.
But they held the villa! Their leader was Governor Von Trappstein Hohenschliefen,
flanked by his lovely mistress (well, one of them at least).
The NativesMany were they, strong was their spirit! Bows, spears and old muskets they had. Spice and good cooks. And a couple of prisoners to eat! Ah, heaven was near, but...
Bart V. and Graham chose to follow their natural instincts and played
The British immediately rushed for the jungle, covered on their left side by a
hill. Apparently unafraid of the Natives they closed in dense
The British forces where now cruising to the jungle without encountering any opposition at all. In fact things went so well their commander ordered a tea-break![*]
[*]This, and many other interesting events during the game, where the result of random event cards. Other events included natives taking a liking to the British red uniforms and a British commander suddenly loosing all interest in life and drowning himself in the Congo.
On the other side of the jungle the Natives were suddenly all over the place
when the French found the brown color in the cover they´ve run for
was not merely bark. In other words, they were totally taken by surprise and
before they knew it, the poor French had only one squad left. Beware the arrows from the jungle!
Back to the camping British (do we love clichés or what?), sitting
there around their little fire holding their tea kettles - they got the surprise
of their life when suddenly a whole gaggle of Natives stormed out of their cover crying
Zimbabar M´bwele Arakwel!, which roughly translates as nice
uniforms (another random event card there...). Sir Picklebone-Herring (the British commander), hereupon calmly ordered his man to
put aside their tea, take their gun, aim it and (quote) shoot the little buggers (unquote). If it wouldn´t have
been for a lot of soldiers disobeying and blithely continuing to slurp tea (apparently, it's the milk that does it), no Native would have seen the jungle again. As it was, they took a healthy amount of casualties and quickly dispersed back into the jungle.
On the other side of the board, the last French squad pulled itself together after weathering the native ambush and struck back with a vengeance. A few impressive boo ha´s did not seem to help, but the machine gun proved pretty convincing! Then, after a wild close combat between Ntembé Ntembé (Native subchief) and a rather anonymous flagbearer, ´Les Trois Couleurs´ went down, spelling near disaster for the remaining French. But in this dire moment of need, only a true commander can save the day and that´s what Jean-Amethiste Villeneuve de Sure de la Comte D´Alembert (le deuxième) did. He unsheated his saber, slashed the tired Chief, and so recaptured the flag!
After this ´tour de force´, the remaining natives fled into the jungle,
never to be seen again (well, they all look alike of course, so one can never be
Sir Picklebone-Herring on the other hand, tried to exploit (well that has to be seen) the advantage he had gained and immediately followed the Natives into the jungle where NTboné Tboné (Native Chief) was trying to regroup his men. What he said will remain a mystery but it definately worked (probably something to do with garlic). Native fortune was decisively turning for the better when a canoe-load of natives, back from an expedition against a neighbouring tribe showed up on the Congo river and quickly proceeded to land behind the British, thus cutting off their retreat. On the French side, and fortunately for them, the prudence of the Governor gave them enough time to take a somewhat more defensive position. The machinegun at one end to cover the open area and the remaining intact squad on the other end, the mobile garden firmly parked between the two, they grimly awaited the next turn of events, but their situation was starting to look hopeless.
At this point it was becoming clear that the natives were not the underdeveloped
cannibals every European took them for: it became apparent they had an
aliance with the Governor! (which is in itself maybe an argument pro
Fritz made a capital mistake, as he foolishly accompanied a squad which took a leisurely stroll across some open ground in range of the French machinegun... On the other side of the French hedgehog position, though, they were on the receiving end of a volley of several askari's muskets. All in all, those were some bloody minutes!
Free from having to bother about the French, all of the native force was now flung at the British. Suddenly
Sir Picklebone-Herring didn´t know where to shout orders first: he
was swamped by natives, natives here, natives there, natives everywhere!
Natives with spears, Natives with muskets, Natives with bows, poisoned
arrows, non-poisoned arrows.... One of his sergeants even commited suicide (by performing the impressive act of dashing down to the Congo in mid-battle and drowning himself, but not before adding some milk to the water - the British are civilized after all) after enduring the fearsome native cries, before the first casualty
fell! (random event cards surely add some spice to the game (-:)
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