As Marshal Mütton was "busy" with the lady in question in the local "house of ill repute" when the troops of General Wellboot arrived on the outskirts of the hamlet, and as the Marshal was not to be disturbed whilst entertaining his lady for any reason, the French troop captains had too get on with it when the British General attacked with all his troops, giving a mighty warcry ...

"I'm coming my sweet Ho!"

"I will soon have you free from that renegade and in my sack in no time at all! ... charge men of the 1st Wellard Regiment!!"

As the British troops massed to the north of the town, the captain of the guards gave shot to the French troops to stand too and defend the hamlets "house of pleasure".  As the British deployed, the bold captain of the Cuirassiers of Killver gave an almighty shout ...

"Cry havoc and let rip the mutts of war ... huzzzahhhhh"

... and charged right into the British lines, where he and his men where slaughter from rifle fire before they even got to the French gun crew!  (Nice move - NOT!!)

As word of this came to Marshal Mütton, he sprung up from the warm bosom of Bette Ho, put on his pants, mounted his horse (no jokes please!!!) and joined his gallant orcs as they moved on the British tree huggers.

Volley after volley fell too and from both sides, until General Wellboot had been hit and wounded with a sharpshooters musket and scarped, quick sharp off the table!  The British moral was in tatters.  Odd advances by Sharke and his boys was a brave attempt to gain some ground, but under heavy cannon fire, they too fell.  The British light cavalry tried a sneak attack on the guns, but where shot to pieces, ending up so badly shaken all they could do was ride about the war table!

With the retreat of the British general, Marshal Mütton was victorious ... "Now back to the spoils of war, and don't disturb me for the rest of the day ... I'll be on the job!!!" ... and with that, left the French soldiers tidy up the mess!