Plastic Solider Battle

 When my son was about five, I bought him a big bucket of cheap plastic soldiers. I was hoping my son would enjoy playing with them both alone and with his dad, that by now he would be an ardent gamer. Well, it never really happened, but once in awhile, he will have a game with me. In the past, the rule was to either line them up and throw them at each other, or we'd make "phew-phew" noises and designate who lives and who dies. In this latest battle, we used a D20 and rolled for who lived and who died. Why a D20? Why not. 

Movement and weapon ranges were rather fluid. Everything moved about 3 to 5 inches. Aircraft got unlimited range but could only be in the air for a turn. Ranges were about 6" though tank gun ranges were slightly longer.

A roll of 10 or higher hits unless the target is behind cover, in which case its 15 or higher. A hit automatically kills infantry, but tanks get a saving roll of 15 or higher to be destroyed. 

Machine guns and grenades get three rolls to hit and can target up to three infantry so long as they are next to each other. Bazookas act like machine guns against infantry. Against tanks, a bazooka get one chance to hit but gets a +2 on the saving throw die roll. Tanks firing get same as machine guns against infantry; but against tanks, it gets one chance to hit with a +3 against the opponent's tank's saving throw die roll. Aircraft could drop bombs that could kill five infantry but had to roll a 12 or higher. Against a single tank, it was 12 or higher to hit, but got a +4 against their saving throw.

The battle

Pre-battle singing of the Red Dot national anthem,
accompanied by bagpipes.

My left flank

My right flank. Infantry bolstered by some tiny tanks.

My squadron at the ready.

Enemy armored spearhead lumbers forward.

Notable cowboy mercenary Buck Sheboygan
joins the right flank. He's a crack shot with is
sawed off lever-action rifle.

The battle begins. Already in these early stages,
my troops are taking casualties. Two of my 
tanks have been destroyed.

An Ace up my sleeve? Rambo the Commando

begins to sneak round the napkin holder.

The darring plan was for him to take out 

the enemy's aircraft.

I launch one of my jets to even the score
from above, but it failed to score any hits!

Rambo the Commando is halfway around
the napkin holder........

............only to be cut down by enemy snipers!
It was almost as if they knew he was coming.

Carnage on both sides continues. Unfortunately
form me, the enemy still had some troops in reserve.

I try for another air strike. I managed to 
kill some of his troops but couldn't 
damage the tank.

My fighter bomber was attacked by
two enemy jets on his way back to base

My pilot was able to shake one of them off,
but not the other.

The enemy started moving in their reinforcements

Little did I know that the enemy had their
own cowboy. It was mano a mano shootout.

For a brief moment, a hush settled over the battlefield.
When the smoke cleared, only one man
was left standing.

But in a cruel twist, Buck Sheboygan 
gets taken down by an enemy machine gun.

In the end, only a few of my troops were left
along with my bag pipers. The enemy had won
the battle but paid a heavy price in men.