Phil and I were the Mamluks and Ross and Paul were the 'men of God'- and if I hear Ross scream 'God Wills It!!' one more time I'm gonna throw a brick at him.
The Mamluks were almost all cavalry except for a few paltry skirmishers.
The stinky ones were a combination of Heavy Knights and solid infantry core with spear and crossbow- a deadly combination.
|Mamluks and Turcopoles|
|Phil's reserve- He held them back until near the end- and we nearly won!|
|My Royal Mamluks|
|The main crusader force|
|The Men of God- God Wills it!|
|Skirmishing around the Mamluk left flank- Paul's Knights chasing my light cavalry.|
|The right of the crusader infantry line|
|Mamluks hitting crusader foot|
|The moment before Phil's reserve line slammed into the Crusader foot.|
|A low point in my generalship- my deployment and subsequent maneuvering meant that the Hospitallers caught TWO of my lights- unforgivable!! Baibars is turning in his grave!|
|The knights on the left futilely chasing the lights saracen cavalry|
|The Christian line|
|The bloody fighting in the middle. It was here that Phil and I hoped we could settle the issue- but we just couldn't overcome the resilient footmen!|
|Oh shut up Ross!!|