Isandlwana


In this game we are fighting out the closing moments of Isandlwana. The British have suffered a calamitous defeat and this handful of survivors are attempting to flee across fugitives drift and escape the pursuing Zulu's. 



The naval officer whirls around, takes aim at his pursuer.... and his revolver goes click.. click.. click.. without missing a beat the zulu hurls his assegai straight into the man's shoulder.



Another wave of Zulu's come dashing into the drift. Two brits hare away through the rocks, whilst the rest turn in an attempt to beat them back.



This rifleman bravely fences with his bayonet, bringing down one Zulu before he is overpowered by the other two.



As the Zulu spear thrower closes in for the kill, the naval officer whips out his sword and cuts the man down.



The redcoat fires at point blank range into the thick press, but the fallen man's comrades deftly leap over the body and press their attack.



In mere seconds half the brits are gone. 



The naval officer, the man in shirtsleeves and another redcoat fight like lions, each felling another Zulu. But some of the Iklwa's find their mark inflicting minor wounds, and the Zulu's just keep coming.



On the other flank the two fleeing brits are forced to turn at bay as the faster Zulu's close in. This soldier fires point blank at the chest of an Usuthu warrior just before he can bring down his knobkerrie. But seconds later the brit is in turn shot through by a Zulu running up with an antique musket!



The horns of the buffalo close in as more Zulu's pour into the drift from the flank. The brits are whittled down to just the naval officer and the redcoat sheltering behind a rock.



The officer lays about him with sword in hand, killing another warrior and driving the rest back for the moment, several of them clutching nasty gashes on their arms and chests. 



At last the mass of warriors builds up enough and they rush in. One more is cut down, but soon the drift is filled with shouts of triumph as all gather to wash their spears in this mighty enemy. 




The last redcoat fires at a Zulu, runs another through with his bayonet, but is finally run through by a Zulu coming up from behind. No brits escape from fugitives drift today.


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