It was hard to get a shot of the whole green field, but in the centre we had a fortified position which the enemy was proceeding to mask with their light troops.
The Scot's centre left.
The Scot's right.
The battle started very slowly.
My command on the far left. It looked promising, I just had to get things lined up.
Those pesky enemy handgunners. We had nothing to match them.
Big bad bombards couldn't hit a thing.
The Scot's left advancing and trying to line up.
French knights getting ready to charge, but timing is everything and it was proving tricky.
The Scot's right collapses.
My moment of glory as my longbow decimate the enemy knights.
The centre right fully engaged.
My longbow get ridden down. They survived the impact, but were hopeless in the melee.
My line gets into contact, but all goes bad.
I'm normally a lucky player, but my luck deserted me this time. Equally matched, we had four rolls each needing 4 or better. I got none, my opponent got four. So it goes.