On the twenty first day of the month of respect, Rajab, 1280*, my master continued to recuperate from the heinous wrongs inflicted upon him by various denizens such as the Ngoni, Mangbetu and "Turkish" slavers from the north.
He was therefore gladdened to hear that the Ruga-Ruga had attempted to raid the Turkish encampment, albeit with little success. The raid was launched some time before dawn in an effort to minimise the effectiveness of the Turks' musketeers, but it would appear that this made little difference, given their standard ineffectiveness!
Despite advancing as rapidly as possible towards the Turk tents, the Ruga-Ruga found that sufficient warning of their raid had allowed the Turks to prepare; indeed, very soon all of their forces were in the area of the camp, with no doubt more to come.
Nevertheless, the redoubtable Ruga-Ruga hurled themselves at their Turkish foe, breaking the moral of various units and wiping out others; indeed, some of this fury was delivered by but a single Ruga-Ruga, no doubt avenging his fallen comrades. However, by now the sun had well and truly risen, and with their strength spent, the Ruga-Ruga still found their path blocked by the Turks' elite swordsmen. It was a small source of consolation to the Ruga-Ruga that the Turks still lacked any confidence to win the day, for in the distance they could be seen desperately trying to herd their slave coffle away from the Ruga-Ruga advance as quickly as possible! Unfortunately for the Ruga-Ruga, demonstrating the superiority of their morale was not enough to carry the (newly-dawned) day.
Despite advancing as rapidly as possible towards the Turk tents, the Ruga-Ruga found that sufficient warning of their raid had allowed the Turks to prepare; indeed, very soon all of their forces were in the area of the camp, with no doubt more to come.
Nevertheless, the redoubtable Ruga-Ruga hurled themselves at their Turkish foe, breaking the moral of various units and wiping out others; indeed, some of this fury was delivered by but a single Ruga-Ruga, no doubt avenging his fallen comrades. However, by now the sun had well and truly risen, and with their strength spent, the Ruga-Ruga still found their path blocked by the Turks' elite swordsmen. It was a small source of consolation to the Ruga-Ruga that the Turks still lacked any confidence to win the day, for in the distance they could be seen desperately trying to herd their slave coffle away from the Ruga-Ruga advance as quickly as possible! Unfortunately for the Ruga-Ruga, demonstrating the superiority of their morale was not enough to carry the (newly-dawned) day.
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| Reliable Ruga-Ruga warriors watch in disbelief as the Turk slave coffle legs it from the field of battle... |
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Position
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Faction
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Played
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Won
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Lost
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Hongos
|
||
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Gained
|
Lost
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Total
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|||||
|
1
|
“Turks”
|
4
|
4
|
0
|
4
|
0
|
9
|
|
1
|
Mangbetu
|
3
|
2
|
1
|
2
|
1
|
6
|
|
3
|
Ngoni
|
5
|
2
|
3
|
2
|
3
|
4
|
|
3
|
Ruga-Ruga
|
3
|
1
|
2
|
1
|
2
|
4
|
|
3
|
Smythe-Bletherington
|
1
|
0
|
1
|
0
|
1
|
4
|
|
6
|
Zanzibar
|
4
|
1
|
3
|
1
|
3
|
3
|
*Early 1864
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