and so, Move 4. And once again, in the words of the good Doctor...
"With a dull crump of frustration another British plane fell from the skies.
A Red cavalryman cursed as his horse reared at the sight of the foundations of the Turcoman Memorial while his comrades rode on to greater glory.
In the station some tapped their toes in relief, others in frustration. Tea was brewed, weapons cleaned...stealing themselves for the next move...."
Meanwhile.....

The white right flank is manned, albeit with poor quality railway worker troops, whilst the train gradually slows down. The last allied plane lies burning by the charnel house that is the coal bunker and trail junction. Zimmerman's Bavarians (mitt flame thrower and nice blue flag) creep up on the railway house....With the train due to stop next move, his left flank turned and still hordes of Bolos advancing on the hinge of the allied flank, thinks looked grim for General Malleson