
The battlefield viewed from the northwest, behind Allied lines. The Italians enter from the east (top left); the Germans from the southeast (top center and right). |

Air attacks rain down on suspected Allied positions as the game begins. Here a squadron of 3 Ju-87D Stukas dive bomb spotted enemy units. |

The first Italian air attacks produce embarassing results. A flight of CR-42 AS fighter bombers discovers a German Tiger unit entering the table, and proceeds to strafe and bomb it. |

Under friendly fire, the panzer crews temporarily fled off the board with no serious losses--except face, of course. |

The same Allied positions are again plastered by Stuka attacks, this time from Italian Ju-87B's. |

Simultaneously the Italian air force launches its CANT Z.1007 medium bombers against the town. Note the 2 flights (models) of CR-42's buzzing angrily along the river. |

One CR-42 discovers unknown Allied forces deployed in the riverbed. A rain of bullets and bombs follows. |

Italian motorized infantry arrive from the east. They dismount and top a crestline, discovering a world of hurt in the valley. |

An Italian Autocannone 90 (self-propelled 90mm AA gun) advances in the safety of a valley. |

Italian 47mm antitank guns deploy behind a crestline. The plan is to manhandle them forward when the time is ripe. Note Free French infantry in river at top right. |

The valley in front of the Italians is crawling with enemy infantry. Here are a couple of French companies, well-protected by the riverbed and a dry wadi. |

Another element in the "world of hurt" is this full-strength American infantry battalion. These men hold a patch of forest at the extreme north of the board, dominating the valley area in front of Teboursouk. |

Elements of a special Italian reconnaissance unit fan out to the east of Teboursouk. These are the famed Sahariana vehicles, armed with combinations of machine-guns, autocannons, and 47mm antitank guns. |

Just south of Teboursouk, a cluster of farm buildings is found to be teeming with U.S. Rangers! An Italian Sahariana with a 20mm AA autocannon takes some heavy infantry fire. |

The generals in action. The senior Allied commander is brightly backlit, with arms crossed. |

The senior German commander (left) checks his OB. |

More Axis air support! A squadron of Ju-88 medium bombers pounds Teboursouk with bombs just as the lead Italian units reach it. Coordination or luck? Regardless, the Allies are wondering where the devil their pilots are hiding. |

Nothing ruins your day like a combined attack by 2 panzer grenadier companies. Except, perhaps, a battalion of U.S. Rangers holding a defensible position in front of them. As you can see from the "krump" markers, the Rangers were under heavy artillery fire as soon as they were spotted. |

The panzer grenadier attack is supported by direct fire from a whopping 150mm infantry gun of the self-propelled variety (aka the Bison). |

The Tiger unit is back! Now recovered from its bout with the Italian air force, the panzers pour direct fire into a company of Free French infantry emplaced in a wadi. |

An Italian Sahariana armed with a 47mm antitank gun runs smack into a French infantry battalion HQ. |

The Italian autocannone 90 moves up on the crestline to bring fire on the French infantry in the valley. This results in a hail of fire that immediately suppresses it. |

A plucky German motorcycle reconnaissance platoon attempts to bypass the farm full of Rangers, but finds itself confronted with a more prickly beast: a French 75mm field gun firing at point blank range! The French gun is quickly silenced by 150mm shells. |

German panzer engineers race for a wadi as a surviving French machine-gun platoon is faced with an angry Tiger. |

Italian reconnaissance does its job, locating a slew of French infantry (and a lone platoon of American engineers) holding part of Teboursouk. |

The Rangers south of the town fight hard to hold their position. German panzer grenadiers are not taking significant casualties, but they aren't getting much closer either. |

Support elements of the American infantry battalion in the north open fire on any Italians who poke their heads over the crestline. Here we see a couple of machine-gun platoons and a 81mm mortar stand. |

French infantry just northeast of Teboursouk wipe out a platoon of Saharianas. Their battalion commander managed to survive the encounter with the beast. |

Italians under fire. A towed AA gun (supposed to be a 75mm model, but we substituted a 90mm) comes under machine-gun fire the moment it tops a crestline. |

Scratch the autocannone 90 from the Italian roster. |

Another phase of Axis air attacks sees 3 flights of Hs-129 attack bombers paying unwanted attention to French infantry northeast of town. Most French casualties up to this point were caused by Axis air power. |

Italian reconnaissance made a fatal discovery: a reduced-strength Sherman battalion. It's really only a reinforced company, but it is more than capable of dealing with a few Sahariana platoons. The appearance of this unit was another nail in the coffin of the Italian offensive plan. |

An American mechanized reconaissance company appears from hiding and moves to back up the beleagered Rangers south of Teboursouk. |

Cease fire! There's a small matter of a delicious chocolate cake to be dealt with. It is now the hand-to-cake combat phase. |

The Germans sweep forward as the last pockets of French and Americans are mopped up. |

Barely a company of Rangers still hold the farm. Note the burning Saharianas (left) that met the Shermans.
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A concentrated German artillery barrage sent the American recon unit fleeing to the west of Teboursouk. The unit suffered very little damage, considering the number of 105mm shells and nebelwerfer rockets that pelted it. |

We're missing the Italian CinC, but this horde of miscreants should give you an idea of what the local wargaming scene is up against. Watch your back when you're taking a scenic drive in Tunisia in your plastic tank. |
The battle is undecided.
After 5 hours of fighting, both sides break off the attack and lick their wounds.
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