The lads from Cumberland arrive...looking for allies and the promised beer !
A mixed force of thirsty men !
A shot from behind Lord Scruton's position the objective, the pub is half way down the table beyond the terrace block
Advancing across the fields but coming under fire from a mixed force of cricketers and local sportsmen apparently unhappy that we might steal their beer !
Having built an alliance with Lord Scruton's local Facist force they go and double cross us a lucky shot taking out our armoured car 'Bessie'
No mans land is no place for a game of football despite the offer of the PortVale Football team !
Much fighting was going on around the whole table, mainly monks, postmen and a range of Communists
That ploughed field is where the Penrith Militia had once been ! Wiped out from behind by Lord Scruton......revenge will be had !
By the end the Cumberland forces were dwindling and although the mortar was very effective at hitting the pub it repeatedly failed to kill the occupants