Sunday, 21 August 2022

Hundreds of Huns - posted by Neil Williamson, 20 August 2022

Hun reinforcements looking to invade somewhere soon.
Just finished painting.

Resin Historicals figures. 

https://www.facebook.com/groups/824840264342234/posts/2141713712654876

These two are pulling the old switcheroo to confuse the enemy.

  • Alastair Duncan
    Hun...dress?
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  • Alastair Duncan
    Hun...dreds more
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  • Alastair Duncan
    Hun...dreds more
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  • Bruce Ferguson
    Hun...ney I'm home, you won't fit many of those in a Maltese castle
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    • Neil Williamson
      Bruce Ferguson It's a pretty big castle
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    • Neil Williamson
      Bruce Ferguson And the Hun marching song
      Hunney, Hunney, how you thrill me, a-ha, Hunney Hunney.
      Hunney Hunney, nearly kill me, a-ha, Hunney Hunney.
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    • John Edmundson
      I rode through the fields leading down to the battle
      My spears glistened gold in the hot morning sun
      They took all the loot and said I did but little
      They left me with naught, I say pox on the Hun
      I say pox (I say pox, I say pox) on the Hun
      Everybody knows the reason for their plight
      When Visigoths appeared those Huns needed all my might
      The Goth horsemen charged me; my elephants, they got their hide
      To aid the struggling Huns I stepped up to their side
      I cut through the foe, tore Visigoths asunder
      My spears glistened red - Gothic blood in the sun
      The Huns took the loot and said I get no plunder
      They left me with naught, I say pox on the Hun
      I say pox (I say pox, I say pox) on the Hun
      Come take a glass of wine - I'll tell you what I know
      We'll talk about the battle and the allies we don't owe
      I'll illustrate, a nomad that I can't trust no more
      The game is nearly up, the Hun is at the door
      I rode through the fields, carved Visigoths asunder
      My spears gleamed like fire in the hot morning sun
      They took all the loot and said I get no plunder
      They left me with naught, I say pox on the Hun
      You know I rode through the fields, Armoricans defied me
      My spears were pressed hard but we caused them to run
      The Huns claimed the win and said I get no glory
      They left me with naught, I say pox on the Hun
      I say pox (I say pox, I say pox) on the Hun
      Copyright Manfred Mann and Some unknown Persian geezer in the court of King Shapur.
      Actually related the course of an actual game now lost to the mists of time (and my covid-addled brain) . . .
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      DBMM Player's Handbook / Pox on the Hun
      DBMM Player's Handbook / Pox on the Hun
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