Gods & Generals Battle Thread [IC]

[Saarth]

Drake Jonathan led his corps into position, ready to defend northern Virginia. Behind him thousand of soldiers followed, including Calvary and artillery. Drake smiled at the sight; such a large and powerful force was sure to repel the Yankees. But for now, they had to prepare for the attack.
"All right men, you know your orders. I want all infantry and artillery to dig in and fortify the position. We can let the Yankees have this Dixie ground, now can we?" Shouts and sheers met his challenge. "As for Calvary, I want you to scout out the enemy positions and report back to me and my fellow Corps. Harass them as well. We don't want them to get comfortable before they die!" Again, applauds and cheers met the threat.
A few called out, but by now the thoughts of real war were beginning to dawn on them. Still, most were well trained, and a few had seen conflict with the Natives and in the Mexican-American War. They would do well against the Yankees, who despite superior numbers suffered from incompetent leadership and poorer performance. "Get ready, Now!" With that his men dispersed, and Drake began his job. A few hours later Drake was looking up at the stars, enjoying some of the last peace before war ripped through the fields.

[The Greater Aryan Race]

Union Central Theatre, Army of the Ohio

Brigadier-General Julius Beaufort
1st Mississippi Division
Union VIII Corps
Battle of Kentucky

General Beaufort cursed for the umpteenth time as he surveyed the battlefield of Munfordsville Road on horseback, followed by his staff. It had been a long and costly battle, with his parent body, the VIII Corps, being caught on their flank by the Rebels under General Archer. Despite doing their utmost to deal with this new threat, the firepower of Archer's full corps was too strong for the men of VIII Corps to withstand and eventually, Major-General Zant, the corps commanding officer, was compelled to have the VIII Corps withdraw back to the Union lines. Beaufort's 1st Division, comprising of the 1st, 2nd and 3rd Mississippi Infantry Brigades and 1st Mississippi Artillery Brigade, had been busily engaged in providing the rearguard for VIII Corps, leading to some serious bruising with the Rebels.

Yet even after their withdrawal to the rest of the Union Army of the Ohio, the rest of the Confederate army opposing them had also conducted a general attack on Union lines at Munfordsville, forcing Beaufort's tired Mississippians into battle once again. Thus began the Battle of Kentucky in it's second day. Yet it was less of a battle and more of a series of inconclusive, bloody separate engagements as Confederate forces repeatedly charged Union lines, only to be repelled in a bloody cycle of attack and counter-attack. Many times the 1st Division had to fight off Confederate charges, often discharging their muskets and artillery point-blank at the teeming mass of Confederate troops, themselves suffering multiple casualties from the incessant Rebel artillery fire and close-quarter combat. General Beaufort himself lost count of how many times he heard that damn Rebel yell.

Eventually though, the Rebels had been beaten and forced to retire back to their own lines but the men of the Union Army had little cause to cheer, for their own ranks had been depleted by the Confederate assault. General Beaufort slowly surveyed the battlefield around him, marked by the mounds upon mounds of grey and blue uniformed bodies and the innumerable shell craters that graced the lands of Kentucky. The stench of the dead was already rising from the field, a familiar stench that brought back memories of his time in the 1846 Mexican-American War, only that one had the added disadvantage of the ridiculous Mexican weather.

"Feast your eyes gentlemen. Never has the field of glory looked so stunning in all of its bloodiness and gore." He remarked half-jokingly to his staff members, some of whom had their handkerchiefs to their noses.

"Colonel Smith, what's the status of the 1st Mississippi?"

"Ah...General Beaufort Sir....the 1st Division remains in good order. Fortunately our infantry brigades have been able to withstand the Rebs without suffering too much disorganization. Damn good fighters these Mississippians. However we've lost one-quarter of our division from today's battle alone. If the Confederates again attempt something like this the next day, we could very well be ground to pieces." replied Beaufort's aide, a Colonel by the name of Smith who hailed from New York.

"Sir with all due respect, perhaps we should let Major-General Zant know that we cannot hold this line any longer. We must retreat north beyond Munfordsville to reshoot and refill our Divsion." added another adjutant.

"Gentlemen, you know as well as I do that we cannot possibly retreat in good order, not with the city of Munfordsville to our backs. To retreat would expose ourselves to the Rebels. By that time if they do proceed to attack, they'll catch us with our pants down and you folks can forget about marching into Kentucky and into the South cos the only way you'll be able to do that would be as prisoners. Do you understand? We have to hold out and if necessary, make the Confederates bleed for every square inch of land."

As Beaufort finished, he saw the boys of the 1st Division busily engaged in the process of trying to reform their lines, tend to their own dead and wounded or prepare their evening rations. Immediately, the Brigadier-General galloped around calling for the attention of his men, who stopped what they were doing to stare at him.

"Mississippians! Mississippians to me! I know that today has been an especially long and hard battle for you all. You have all lost good comrades and friends and some of you are uncertain as to whether we can even make it till the next day. Well let me tell something boys, if you have been pressed hard, then those damn Rebs have been pressed even harder. They have lost more men and their morale must surely be at an all time low now. We have held our lines while they have achieved none of their objectives."

"Boys, we do not know what tomorrow will bring for us. Some of you may not make it, not even me. But regardless of what lies in store for us, let one thing be clear: When they look back and speak of the great battle of central Kentucky, they'll always remember that the men of the 1st Division stood their ground and did their duty and gave those Rebel scum a good bloody nose! I ask you this: Is Mississippi ready?"

"Mississippi's always ready Sir!" shouted a soldier from the crowd, followed by multiple cheers of "Huzzah!"

General Beaufort allowed himself a smile. Hopefully his speech would have done the trick and fired-up his men. Soon however, a rider from the north was spotted galloping towards him and his staff. The adjutant upon pulling up, saluted before speaking and continued, "General Beaufort Sir, Major-General Zant has delivered you the general orders for VIII Corps concerning tomorrow's engagement with the Confederate Army."

Taking the slip of paper from the adjutant, General Beaufort promptly scanned through the orders before he replied, "Thank you good man. Tell General Zant that I have received his orders and will carry them out to the latter."

As the young rider galloped back to VIII Corps headquarters, General Beaufort promptly ordered his staff to meet him at his command tent, where he would shortly brief them on their instructions for tomorrow's proceedings against the Rebels over a simple dinner meal.

[Christstan]

Battle in Northern Virginia


General Walter Macauley (CSA) driving his troops around the Union Flank

Day 1 Summary - Confederate Victory

The Confederate left and center repelled Union attacks while the Confederate right under the command of General Walter Macauley drove the Union II Corps back from the Union left, decisively flanking their forces! The day concludes with the Union flank being curled.

Section 1 - CSA V Corps vs. USA IV Corps - The Western Flank

Result: Confederate Moderate Victory

Confederate lines hold and remain firmly in place, despite significant losses on their left flank.

The day began with an artillery barrage from both sides. Union batteries focused on the confederate center and left. The main thrust of the Union attack began at 9 a.m. after several hours of artillery exchange. The Union center attack became bogged down against heavy Confederate fire, Maj, Gen. Foland holding his position stoutly on the right. At around 11, Confederate forces, position statically within their lines, found Union infantry and cavalry pouring in on their exposed leftmost flank under the direct command of Lt. Gen. Samuel Brown. The fighting was heavy and nearly looked lost for the Confederacy. However, Brown was able to secure his left via movement of internal reserves and stem the tide of the Union charge.

Casualties:
Confederate Casualties: 15% Casualties (3% Dead, 7.5% will return after battle)
Union Casualties: 7% Casualties (1.4% Dead, 3.5% will return after battle)

Section 2 - CSA I. Corps vs. USA III. Corps

Result: Inconclusive

Neither general was willing to commit his forces to an attack. Union General James Dowling withheld his Corps attack in favor of making defensive positions in the Union center. Confederate soldiers under the command of Lt. Gen. Drake Jonathan stayed firmly in their positions, awaiting a Union attack that never came. Jonathan attempted to send out his cavalry to harass, but enemy cavalry and a Corps full of fresh infantry prevented his cavalry from doing so. Union forces on the left and right also prevented flanking movements. The two sides merely traded artillery fire as Dowling's men set up positions.

Casualties -
CSA Casualties: 1% (.2% Casualties died, .5% will return)
USA Casualties: 2% (.4% Casualties died; 1% will return)

Section 3 - CSA IV. vs Union I

Result: Confederate Moderate Victory

The Confederate line held against Union attack. Union troops fall back in good order.

Union soldiers under the command of Maj. Gen. Jacob C. Buchanan received very basic orders - simply "attack". Forming up mostly under the command of divisional officers, the Union I Corps marched forward with little direction from above. It what was perhaps one of the most beautiful, yet cacophonous arrangements of artillery, the Union I corps batteries unleashed a torrent unseen since the Napoleonic era. The Confederate guns did what they could to answer but the overpowering force of the Union batteries and the advancing Union infantry threatened Confederate guns too greatly and they had to be withdrawn. Union troops met stiff resistance from the Confederate defenders and were recalled by their officers.

Casualties:
CSA Casualties: 9% (1.8% Casualties dead, 4.5% will return)
USA Casualties: 12% (2.4% Casualties dead; 6% will return)

Section 4 - CSA III Corps v. USA II. Corps - The Eastern Flank

Result: Confederate Decisive Victory!

Confederate forces drive into Union flank and largely route them, forcing a turning of the Union lines.

"He said 'Defenses be damned! Attack!' and we did!" - Confederate soldier recounting the orders of General Macauley. Union general Johna Cornelius wisely saw the Confederate defensive position was strong and wisely ordered his men to attempt to march around it and hit it from the Confederate's exposed right flank. Despite his well defended position, however, Lt. Gen. Macauley ordered his troops to perform a flanking maneuver as well. The result was that both Corps extended to the East and engaged one another head on. Macauley's boys drove hard into the Union eastern flank. Confederate musketry was simply too great and the Union flank began to crumble, Macauley pressed his attack and pressed it until the Union flank collapsed. If it wasn''t for Macauley's lack of cavalry and Cornelius's cavalry blocking the Confederate advance, the entire Union eastern flank could have been totally rolled up. The Union II. Corps had taken a beating and reformed their ranks, but were now in a J shape to both connect to the Union line and to block the advance of the Confederate III. Corps

Casualties -
CSA Casualties: 6% (1.2% Casualties dead, 3% will return)
USA Casualties: 34% (6.8% Casualties dead; 17% will return)

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Current Map


N/A indicates the ground is generally unoccupied. CSA III and IV lines are linked however. I just forgot to save the original blank map so its a little rough.

[Rostogovia]

Into the fray!
Battle in northern virginia section 3 - Moderate victory


It was 2 o'clock as artillery commander Thomas Wells peered through his binoculars, wiping sweat from his brows. It seemed the battle was about to commence. Line upon line of blue could be seen slowly advancing, in stark contrast to the beige ground. But it wasn't the infantry that worried him. far in the distance, innumerable artillery batteries waited like a grim specter, ready to strike. "The plan had been formulated some time ago, about half of the barrage would target the infantry while the other half would target the enemy batteries. They could wait no longer, the time had come. Taking in a deep breath from his cigar, Thomas approached his second in command. "Commence barrage." The command spread through the brigade like wildfire, as the sound of 30 artillery pieces cracked through the cold air. The formidable barrage tore considerable holes through the advancing ranks, and speckled the air with blood and shrapnel. A few shells managed to reach the foes batteries, disabling two or three howitzers. Moments later, they were answered by a gargantuan barrage. The air filled with shells, as the screams of confederate soldiers resonated throughout Wells's comparatively feeble battery. Stumbling back, Wells raised his saber in the air and rallied the battery. "Is that all they can do!" he shouted, his voice wavering. In all his days it was the most devastating barrage he had ever witnessed. The artillery duel raged for about 15 minutes, Wells's battery dwarfed by the foes devastating salvo. Despite his attempts to rally his men, he was unable to compete with the foes excellent artillery. "Sound the retreat!" he yelled as the sound of bugles resonated throughout the battery.

The shouts of battle could be heard from miles away as Theodores forces beat back wave after wave of union infantry, driving them back with volley after volley of musketry. It seemed as if they were being engulfed by a neverending wave of blue. Theodores forces were well organized, but lacked fortifications. The artillery had aided greatly in repulsing the assault, tearing gaps in the union ranks. Despite their vastness, the assault was incredibly disorganized. The foe just kept coming, despite the withering fire. However as the assault went on, the corps began to tire. The union assault seemed to neverending, and was starting to make progress. Raising his sword high into the air, Brigadier General Steven Randolph raised his sword to the sky and rallied his men, "Thats the spirit boys, they'll learn not to defy old dixie!" Just then a scream rang out next to Steven, as the brigades flag bearer collapsed to the ground. Seeing the opportunity, Steven seized the flag before it touched the ground and raised it high above his men. "I think I've had enough, lets put an end to this!" he yelled, galloping into the fray without looking back. His men surged forward, crashing into the union assailants. Bayonets flashed in the midday sun, as a brief melee erupted. Slowly but surely the tides of battle turned, as Steven's men routed the union column. They had prevailed.

[Yuzhou]

Maj. Gen. Peter Foland
Foland's Division
CSA V. Corps
Virginia, June 1861

The night before hand was one with little sleep. How could anyone sleep with such a crucial battle locked to set in the morrow. Peter hadn't seen combat since the Mexican-American war, and at that moment he was on-par with his former self when it came to anticipation and dread. It was also difficult to get any rest when the artillery fire started so early in the morning. Foland himself, who had been sitting outside of his tent through most of the night, barely had time to get prepared and chugg down a cup of coffee before the first shots were heard on the left flank. He could only imagine what it was like being placed on active watch.

The Yanks clearly didn't sleep either...at least not the artillery. He was hoping that they were tired from the march, and that they were roasting in their thick wool tunics from the heat and humidity. Regardless, he knew they would come, and he had orders...hold the right flank to death if he must, he cannot allow the enemy leaveway to flank the other corps. He spent what little time he had debriefing his officers as quickly as possible, one last time to make sure no mistakes were made. His men were quickly set up into their lines at the designated positions.

The artillery continued to boom throughout the morning. The sun had rose and was high in the sky before he saw the enemy lines advancing. The truth was he needed spectacles, but he wouldn't wear them, and while things were seen with great detail and excellent vision closeup, the farther an object got, the more indistinguishable it became to him. Finally, unable to make out anything except the advancing blue line, he pulled his binoculars from the satchel on the side of his horse. He looked through them and made out the flags, he wasn't able to determine corps from them however. He saw the officers edging the soldiers on, and he was sure they would try a frontal assault of his position. He pulled out his watch and checked the time, 9:03, thus he figured they had started little more than three minutes ago.

"Pete, the boys are ready!" Brigadier General Jameson broke Peter's thought bubble. Peter look over to him and nodded, noticing the wide smile lifting the officer's thick moustache. Jameson was by far Foland's most trusted officer, followed by Hill of course. Eriksen would probably follow him to the death, but lacked the experience and overall commanding skill the former two had.

"Gotcha. Welp, I think they are in for a whoopin', considering they are advancing on our fortified position here." Peter stated while looking back into his binoculars.
"No one said they were the brightest...and that's fine by me" Jameson shouted as he rode off back to his own line.

Finally, the boys in blue got into firing range. This was unfortunately a bad time to be Union, because the hail of bullets that went off stalled the whole advanced for a good 40 seconds, but they did find their strength...and when they did they fought back with a fury unseen in Peter's military career. Bullets rained upon the confederate position, many finding their mark, taking the life of a steadfast man each time. Peter was riding up and down the line at this point, hat in hand, trying to keep the position sturdy and the fierce hell of musket fire smashing the enemy.

"C'mon men, break em out! Look at em standing in that field! How could anyone challenge you! Neither man nor god could move THIS line from THIS ground!"

Suddenly, a bullet cracked right off the tree above Peter, sending wood bits falling onto him...a very close call.

"Drive em from the field! Send them back to Washington...brave men of the south!!"

and they seemingly did just that. The line took some heavy fire and equally bloody losses, but the same was dished out to the Yanks...who in all their might could not stand against the entrenched lines of confederates. The union lines in all hast retreated back across the field that they advanced onto, eager to escape the shot of their adversaries.

"Hold men, they may come back for some more!" Foland commanded, understanding of his current orders to defend and repel any assault.

He took a look at the carnage, it was a terrible scene indeed. Some of his own men were mangled badly by enemy fire, and many were groaning and even screaming as medics carried them back to the field hospitals. It was at that point that he realized the same to be true for the enemy, and watched as the writhing body of blue in the field beyond tried in all it's misery to struggle on with life. He rode out, and sought someone who wasn't dead. It was a hard find, as many of those who lived merely squirmed on the ground with what left they had in them. Finally he found someone, a boy, probably in his early twenties who had only been hit in the leg.

"What's your name son?" he asked with sorrow as he approached on horseback.

"Ronald Walker." The soldier answered, looking up through the glare of the sun at Peter.

"Where you from Ron?" Peter dismounted

"Ohio." Ronald said, examining his wound

"Decent state. What corps you in Mr. Walker?" Peter now crouched down to get a closer look at the wound himself.

"The IV. Corps." Ronald muttered, wincing in pain

Gonzalez's men... he muttered to himself

"Well, alright lad. We'll getcha patched up." He patted Ronald on the back.
"Took some guts for you men to stand against us like that....wouldn't recommend it again though." He said while mounting back onto his horse

He quickly rode back to the lines.

"Medics. When we are cleaned up with our boys, I want you to head on out there and pack up any survivors, make sure they are tended to." He quietly stated whilst point back to the field.

"Runner!" He called
"I want you to report to General Sam Brown and figure out what's going happenin on his end. Tell him that we have repelled the enemy assault." He quickly saluted the messenger, who saluted back and bolted off towards Brown's lines across the tracks.

[Lyncanestria]

UNION IV. CORPS
Maj. Gen. Ignacio Gonzalez

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Brigadier General John Hannigan rallies his men of the IV. Corps's 1st Division
at the centre during the first day of fighting at Manassas Junction

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June 1861
Manassas Junction, Virginia
Eastern Theatre of War

CORPS CAMPAIGN EQUIPMENT

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Initial supplies: 12,848 Supplies
> Consumption: 1230 (1640, 75% Quartermaster skill) per territory or each day of battle
> Remaining supplies: 11,618 supplies
Arms: 15,000 Arms
> Consumption: 2250 (3000, 75% Quartermaster skill ) per territory or each day of battle
> Remaining arms: 12,750 arms

It had been a sleepless night for many a soldiers. Who wouldn't fear the day that would follow when over a hundred thousand men would be thrown into a deadly debacle of steel, iron and grit? Not even the commanding Union general for the IV. Corps managed to get much shut eye; and not because he would be at the front, but rather because the lives of these men rested upon his choice of action. His strategy would outline victory or defeat for these here soldiers and if it were defeat at high cost, he would not forgive himself and he doubted God would either for being so careless and reckless with those he made in His image.

Major General Ignacio Gonzalez was anxiously ruffling his hand through his hair when his second-in-command, Brigadier General John Hannigan entered through the unclosed flap of his tent, letting small rays of light from the horizon which just barely began making itself known. Turning around, he nodding towards his subordinate in acknowledgement, 'John.'

'General,' Hannigan responded, giving a salute to his commanding officer, 'The plan that was drawn up last night, will we go ahead with it again? Or have you another?'

The battle that day had not gone as well as expected. Progress was made, and significant damage was done unto the Confederate lines, but not enough to make President Lincoln satisfied, no doubt. Beginning with a dawn barrage of cannon fire to soften the Condeferate defences, and then a full-frontal assault upon the fortified Confederate centre seemed to have taken its toll on both sides. Hannigan had seen the carnage of the fighting first-hand. It had been his division that had led that charge and he had been fighting alongside his men. Unfortunately to the survivors, they would be marched before the gates of hell once more today. The battle had not yet been won.

Gonzalez knew that Hannigan was most likely not for a repeat of the gruesome struggles he saw yesterday. Even Brigadier General Roland Kinney, the commander of the less-devastated 2nd Division expressed a few flaws in the plan of attack that could be worked on for the next day. The whole position of the armies had shifted. The IV. Corps has made heavy dents in the Confederate left while they had done the same to the Union's left. Gonzalez saw the shift in positions from the front, riding behind the length of his corps, from a slight distance of course. Moving positions and adjusting routes and fine-tuning the Corps's every step throughout the battle.

Hell, a bullet scraped his shoulder barely into the second hour of the fighting. He had been there when Eldridge's cavalry brigade had stormed down the Union right flank and crashed upon the Confederates, pushing them back substantially. In that ground that was gained, his horse trotted over the dead and dying; writhing in the pains of their wounds. Two soldiers in particular caught his eye in that they were helping each other--in different uniforms. Directing his steed over to them, he asked their names: Thomas, the Fed, and Everett, the Reb. To no surprise, they shared a surname, in this case, Howard. Brothers torn apart by war, the General asked himself why the Confederacy should fight a country which has given them more than any European one could offer, with their corrupt monarchies and rigorous social class. He had not the courage to ask Everett Howard, but rather looked on as he was taken to the Union medical camps alongside his brother.

But snapping back into reality, out of the philosophical trance he had gone into, the Major General in command came back into the now, the result of a soldier's guttural screams of pain off in the distance--no doubt undergoing amputation.

'No, John,' came Gonzalez's response. 'Come and tell me what you think of these new plans.' And with that, he summoned the Brigadier General over, introducing his plans for day two of fighting.

[Glovania]

V. Corps of the Northern Virginia Army
22nd July, 1861
Manassas Junction

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Men of the V. Corps hold the line against the Union attack

Campaign Actions: Hold Manassas Junction against Union assault.

And so it began. Artillery volleyed and thundered, mostly missing but some finding their mark. The General winced as the shots made impact, however the damage seemed to be minimal - the large walls erected in front of his line seems to do their job very well. However, he knew the Union would not give up simply from an ineffective barrage. And so they came - at precisely 9:00 am, the Union line began to advance.
"Artillery! Fire!" He cried, and soon his guns were pounding away at the enemies infantry. He sympathised with the Union infantry - marching towards an entrenched enemy while being pounded with artillery shells must have been less than pleasant. However, as his own men began to fire when the Union forces were close enough, suddenly cavalry came from the left, charging straight for his exposed left flank. He quickly switched his guns to canister shot, and sent two regiments from the 3rd Brigade to fire upon their assailants, but the damage was done. The cavalry ripped into the line, and plenty if good men died in that fight. He sent the 2nd Regiment to charge in, and only then were the cavalry repulsed. He breathed a sigh of relief as the cavalry pulled back, and not long after the Union Infantry did the same. They had a managed to hold the line - just. Had he not committed another regiment, they would have surely broken through and begun to roll up his flank. However, now he needed to push the attack, while his opponent was regrouping. He would commence the attack tomorrow - when he could gain a full perspective of the battle. Suddenly, a messenger from the 2nd Division under Gen. Peter Foland appeared to his right.
"Sir, we have managed to repel the Union forces south of the railroad! They are withdrawing now!" The man said.
"Good to hear - thank you." He smiled and nodded at the man, then dismissed him. He was glad his Corps had managed to hold, but all that was left to do was to ensure the integrity of the rest of the Army, and perhaps move to their aid if necessary. Thankfully they did not require his assistance, as he learnt from the reports that began to trickle in. He was impressed to learn that on the right flank his comrades had charged forwards and curled the Union line. An impressive feat indeed.

EQUIPMENT CONSUMPTION

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Start of the Day:
Supplies: 8,976
Arms: 10,000

End of the Day:
Supplies: 7,952 Remaining
Arms: 7,900 Remaining

CASUALTIES

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Initial Numbers Inflicted: 15% (10% 1st Division, 5% 2nd Division) - 2,910 Men wounded and killed
Recovered: 7.5% (5% 1st Division, 2.5% 2nd Division) - 1,455 Men recovered and battle-worthy
Dead: 3% (2% 1st Division, 1% 2nd Division) - 582 Men dead
Long-Term Injuries: 4.5% (3% 1st Division, 1.5% 2nd Division) - 873 Men with major wounds

[Republic of Coldwater]

III Corps of the Army of Northern Virginia

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A few Confederate Infantry troops camping

The troops cheered in jubilation as they defeat the II Corps of the Union. "Our Dixie Forever, she is never at a loss" sings the troops. General MacAuley however knows that the Union troops can still be a danger to the troops, despite inflicting heavy damages to the enemy. MacAuley orders that sharpshooters and cannons to continuously fire (the soldiers take shifts so they don't end up exhausted by the next day) at Union positions until fighting resumes to weaken the Union positions in the area and that scouts will be sent out every hour to update Union positions. The cannons are ordered to target the infantry while the Sharpshooters are ordered to target the cannons. The rest of the soldiers were ordered to not let their guard down and defend all fronts (by taking shifts, some sleep while others defend) of the camp while some who their immediate commanders feel need improvement were ordered to brush up on their training.

Confederate Sharpshooters firing at Union Positions

Supplies
Supply: 6900
Arms: 7200

[Paketo]

The march to war- Defence of the Capitol


Night of June 21th, 1861
Manassas, Virginia
Eastern Theater

Starting Corps Campaign Equipment
Supplies: 10,000 Supplies
Arms: 10,000 Arms,

Equipment Consumption
Supply: 1460 per territory and days of battle - 7 Supply periods
Arms: 2600 per day of battle - 2 Full Days

Campaign Actions
-Arrived at Manassas
-resting tired troops

The second corps was tIred, that was the only one to describe them currently as they arrived at Manassas, the battle at fort Monroe had taken a toll on them and they only had two days of rest before they had to march to Richmond and then Manassas. There were many cheers as the second corps marched into Manassas as the Confederate troops were glad for reinforcements. The Union of course would have no idea about his corps arrival though so it would be a surprise the next day. Whispers could be heard among some of the Confederate troops saying "Hill's Hornets are here". Hill had to chuckle when heard one such whisper. 'Hill's Hornets' was a name some gave to the second corps after the capture of Ft. Monroe. The Union prisoners had said that Hill's men swarmed the fort look a bunch of angry hornets and the name seemed to become popular among the corps and outside it.

Hill's men set up camp south of town in a small field where the union were less likely to catch sight of them. Hill wanted his men to be a surprise for the union when the next day of battle came. Campfires and tents became set up everywhere in the field with no particular order. Hill had decided that it was best to just let them set up quickly and get some rest rather than take longer to set up a proper camp. As he walked among the tents, he came across one campfire with two black soldiers and four whites talking and telling jokes to each other. Hill had dodged a bullet as his troops seemed to accept the black soldiers in their ranks. He hoped that the major factor was his speech telling them to think of each other as southerners instead of slave and white. Hill walked over to the campfire an was quickly met by a salute from each of the soldiers. Hill recognized one that had been at the academy under him. "You boys resting up?" Asked Hill as he sat down in th grass next to the soldiers. "Yes sir" said one of them and added apwith a cheeky smile "the Hornets will be ready". Hill and the others laugh before Hill "good" said Hill before turning to Black soldiers "this will be you boys first taste of battle so do not hesitate to ask these boys anything. I want o see each of you back in this camp after battle". "Yes Sir" each soldier responded with a smile.

Campaign Status
- Second corps of the NVA arrives at Manassas and is resting before the second day of battle

Remaining Equipment
Supplies: 7040
Arms: 10000

The Western war -The New Mexico Campaign Begins!


June 21th, 1861
Tucson, Western New mexico Territory
Western Theater

Starting Corps Campaign Equipment
Supplies: Supplies: 7160
Arms: 10,000

Equipment Consumption
Supply: 1065 per territory and days of battle - 6 Supply periods
Arms: 1800 per day of battle - 5 Full Days

Campaign Actions
- The Army of New Mexico arrives at Tuscon

General Sibley had finally arrived at Tuscon. The southern New Mexico territory was now secure and they can contribute to the Confederate cause. The people cheered as the corps entered the city with the militia of the town out front. They had scared off the union garrison and now they. Escorted the corps through the town. There was now only one thing standing between Sibley and Cali and that is Santa Fe. The corps would rest for two days then March on northern Arizona. They would then hit Santa Fe as he city would be cut off from California.

Campaign Status
- Army of New Mexico marches into Tuscon

Remaining Equipment
Supplies: 6095
Arms: 10,000

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[The Orson Empire]

II Corps of the Army of the Potomac

June 1861
Manassas Junction, Virginia
Eastern Theater

Equipment Consumption
Supplies: 1380 per territory and days of battle (75% due to quartermaster)- 8 supply periods
Arms: 2550 per day of battle (75% due to quartermaster)- 4 full days

Initial supplies: 13,620
Remaining supplies: 12,240
Initial Arms: 15,000
Remaining arms: 12,450

The 1st day of battle at Manassas had concluded, and it had been a shock to everyone. Major General Johna Cornelius sat in his tent, thinking about the events that had went on and rethinking his strategy.

Cornelius's attempted turning movement on the Confederate rear had failed horribly. Macauley's III Corps had also attempted to perform a flanking maneuver, and as a result, both corps had crashed into each other head on. The Confederates had managed to hold out, and the II Corp's eastern flank collapsed and was almost completely wiped out. The II Corps managed to withdraw and reform their ranks into a "J" shape in order to connect to the Union line and prevent the III Corps from advancing.

It was now nighttime, and both sides had stopped fighting in order to rest. While the II Corps had managed to survive, it had taken horrific casualties- 8,432 men had been killed or wounded. The field hospitals had been overwhelmed by the amount of casualties, and they were desperately trying to patch up the men who had been wounded. However, it was expected that many of them would be able to fight again once they healed. Cornelius himself had almost been killed, but fortunately, the bullet missed him and instead struck his horse, which he had been riding at the time.

While Cornelius continued to review his strategy, outside, the soldiers had begun taking shifts, as Confederate sharpshooters and scouts from the III Corps were lurking. They had been ordered to shoot and kill any Confederate they saw. Additionally, Union cannons continued to fire throughout the night in retaliation for the Confederates firing their cannons in an attempt to weaken the Union positions. However, Cornelius had decided that it was too dangerous to send Union scouts out- he would have to wait until the morning to take action.

Cornelius had finally decided to step outside of his tent for some fresh air when his second-in-command, Brigadier General Warren Ford approached him.

"You can't sleep either, huh?" Ford would ask.

"No, not at all," Cornelius responded. "I am still stunned by the carnage I have witnessed. Never before have I seen so many men dying and suffering out there on those fields.....I feel like I have failed them."

"You haven't failed them," Ford replied. "They are still very confident in you. They knew the risks when we attempted that turning movement, and they were willing to take it. The best we can do is rethink this and try what works."

"I suppose you are right," Cornelius replied, as he sat down in the grass. Ford followed suit and did the same. "I have already thought of another strategy for day 2, which I will be informing you all of tomorrow. If this doesn't work, we will have to retreat."

"I am sure it will work," Ford replied. "We will prevail and stick it to these Dixie motherfuckers once and for all."

"Hell yes," Cornelius replied. "Those assholes will pay for killing so many of our men." They then both sat there in silence, watching as Union and Confederate artillery continued firing at one another.

[San Mazer]

XI. Corps, Army of the Mississippi - The Missouri Campaign

Major General Allan T. Fitzpatrick.

Bloodied Union troops rest after their inconclusive assault on Confederate positions at Poplar Bluff

Allan sighed, his eyes eagerly staring at a map of the surrounding area, taking in all the details that it provided. "We had them beat in the center, Milton. I'm sure of it." He grumbled, pointing a few battle notes and other assorted details. "If only Williams and his men had held that right flank better, we could of had more men on that hill!" Milton looked at his commanding officer with a look of disagreement. "Sir, those boys did the best they could. They took a real beating in the morning..."

He was quickly cut off by Allan. "And why did they? Because Williams led his damn brigades right into one another! They were meant to cover each other, just like the left and just like the center! But no, what I saw was a disorganized mob, blindly strolling up that hill!" Allan leaned back in his chair, wiping the small gathering of sweat on his forehead. "You know I don't blame the men, Milton. I never would. But I can't sit back and watch a whole flank forget their damn orders. At least the boys on the left tied up the Rebs for a good portion of the battle..."

Allan and Milton sat there for a few more minutes in silence, occasionally looking out at the tired soldiers rested in the camp, the atmosphere still and quiet as they rested. The groans and mutterings of the wounded in the medical tents could be heard also, with an occasional painful scream echoing into the surrounding woods. A few sentries patrolled the camp outskirts, making sure that no enemy troops came in for a midnight raid.

"So what do we do now, Sir?" Milton asked, pulling himself away from the rather mundane camp sights. "We pull back Milton. I don't think we can risk another assault in the grand scheme of things." Milton looked surprised. "We pull back? And let the Rebs have this hill!?". Allan replied. "Yep. I say we withdraw seven miles back here." He pointed at the main route from Poplar Bluff that forked both North to Williamsville and West to Van Buren. "We sit there and set up defensive positions in the surrounding area. If the Confederates want to camp on that hill all day then they can or they can come down and attack us. It's their choice."

Milton looked uneasy. Allan was never a defensive leader and was much more used to offensive tactics. One could even say that defense was his weakness. "Are you sure, Sir?" Milton asked, a peculiar expression on his face. "I'm positive Milton. It's our turn on defense. Maybe we'll see if this rebel leader is a good attacker shall we?" Milton perhaps disagreed, but he had no choice. XI. Corps would be moving out.

"Now, we won't have long to set up defensive positions, perhaps a day at most before the Rebs catch on that we've withdrawn. That is, of course, unless he decides to sit up there. But either way, I want our men there and ready to fight..."

Campaign Actions

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• XI. Corps withdraws to set up defensive positions.

Campaign Status

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Remaining Supplies:

• Supplies: 13,320
• Arms: 11,000 (4000 used after one day of battle).

[Saarth]

Drake Jonathan stared at the fields between the Confederate and Union camps. While the other three fields had been filled with dead bodies and the steel of blood, his Corps had barely suffered at all. All day him and the Yankees had been playing a waiting game, each refusing to attack first. As a result, only light artillery had done any damage, and not of his men had gotten through unscathed. Only problem was, the Union could say the same.
But Drake was sure that would change. The Confederacy had secured victories on every field, defeating the Union forces and badly weakening their flank. The enemy Corps would be forced to attack him, and they would be slaughtered. Already the defenses were being built, the plans formed, the men ready for war. No, the Union wouldn't expect what was coming at all.
Some artillery and snipe shooters continued to fire at the Union, but most of his men had retired from combat. Enough scouts remained, however to prevents nigh massacre. Texans more than anyone knew that surprise and mobility were the two most important assets one could have. They had learned that at San Jacinto. And now their enemy would learn it too late...

[Christstan]

Battle of Poplar Bluffs Summary!
The Campaign for Missouri!

Confederate Minor Victory

Union Forces withdraw from the field of battle in the hopes of living to fight again on a better ground!

-2% War Weariness CSA
+5% War Weariness USA

Casualties

Union: 5,830 Permanent Casualties (7,212 True Casualties)

Initial Strength: 25,000
Ending Strength: 19,170

Left Flank 13% KIA 10% Wounded - 6,000 Initial [780 dead, 600 Wounded, 300 will return] -1080
Center 18% KIA 14% Wounded - 9,000 Initial [1,620 dead, 1,260 Wounded, 630 will return] -2250
Right Flank 32% KIA 14% Wounded - 6,000 Initial [1,920 dead, 840 Wounded, 420 will return] -2340
Rearguard 4% KIA 2% Wounded - 3,200 Initial [128 dead, 64 Wounded, 32 will return] -160

Confederacy: 2,655 Permanent Casualties (3,600 True Casualties)

Initial Strength: 21,800
Ending Strength: 19,145

Left Flank 11% KIA 13% Wounded - 3,000 Initial [330 Dead, 390 Wounded, 195 will return] -525
Center 11% KIA 12% Wounded - 6,000 Initial [660 Dead, 720 Wounded, 360 will return] -1020
(Center Reserves 2% KIA 3% Wounded) - 3,000 Initial [60 Dead, 90 Wounded, 45 will return] -105
Right Flank 14% KIA 15% Wounded - 3,000 Initial [420 Dead, 450 Wounded, 225 will return] -645
(Right Flank Reserves 1% KIA 2% Wounded) - 3,000 Initial [30 Dead, 60 Wounded, 30 will return] -60
Cavalry 7% KIA 6% Wounded - 3,000 Initial [210 Dead, 180 Wounded, 90 will return] -300

Each Corps gains 1 Unit Point which may be redeemed at the end of the campaign. Both commanders gain 30 Commander Points. Victorious Commander (CSA) receives victory bonus of 1.5x Commander points.

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Army of the West - Missouri Campaign!


3rd Mississippi charges into the Union Right!

Patrick Cleburne looked over the battlefield from atop his horse. The last light of the day was fading, the day's carnage had closed. This was war. This was the price the South would have to pay. Good men had their lives ended abruptly. Some deaths were instant, some were drawn out like the death of the young Lieutenant Blueth. Barely 19, Blueth was from the same little town in Arkansas that Patrick had established himself in. Patrick tried to shield the boy from danger by placing the Lieutenant on Patrick's staff, but it was to no avail. A stray shell exploded near him while he was relieving himself, tearing open the boys stomach. The memory was difficult to hold and Patrick forced himself to wipe the memory away, just as he had the tear that rolled down his face. The boys of the West had done their duty and carried the field, but even Patrick had to admit that it was close.

It was a victory only in the sense that the Union offensive had been repulsed. Victories on both flanks forced the Union center to fall back and reform or be encircled. Patrick had intentionally left the center vulnerable, keeping strong reserves and committing a reserve brigade to the right flank alone. Across Patrick's front, his men had been outnumbered for some, if not all of the battle. He chided himself for being so cautious about committing his reserves in the center, almost costing him the battle, but the swift actions of Maj. Gen. Van Dorn's boys on the right and Lovell's boys doing well enough on the left, the day was carried and the Union was forced back. Had the center not fallen, Cleburne's men would be across the field now, having their pickings from the Union men killed on their retreat. From prisoners he learned that his foe was Maj. Gen. Allan T. Fitzpatrick. The Union had performed well enough, but their superior numbers did not buy them victory. Even a quick look at the field would tell someone that for every rebel who fell, two yankees fell with him. Patrick committed the attack pattern and style of Fitzpatrick to heart. Never again would Cleburne allow his Corps to be split like that.

After his survey of the battlefield, Cleburne summoned his staff officers and his divisional and brigadier commanders. "Gentlemen," He began. "We carried the field today but just only. The Lincolnites sent their best forward and we gutted them for it. I take full responsibility for the fact that we were not left in a condition to counter-attack. I wish to commend General Williamson, whose masterful generalship on our right flank provided our key to victory. Our enemy lacks cavalry and I fully intend to continue to exploit that fact. General Jackson, your men performed marvelously today, you kept their reserves at bay and silenced their guns. Upon your horses this campaign will be won. Gentlemen, rest and prepare your men for tomorrow. Jackson, have your boys scout in shifts. If anyone in that army even relieves himself outside of their camp, I want to know."

5:30 a.m. the next Day

Cleburne's serving boy, a slave child he purchased on the journey to becoming a Confederate general, was serving coffee to Cleburne and his men. Cleburne sympathized with the child and treated him with respect. The Irish, much like the African-Americans, were enslaved in Cleburne's homeland. Cleburne had no particular love for slavery but he loved his new homeland and so was prepared to die for it. As the men drank coffee, Jackson's scouting report was delivered by a young captain. It read, "General Cleburne, Union has begun withdrawing to the northwest under the cover of dark. It seems they are attempting to set up defensive positions there."

Patrick lurched forward in his tent seat and nearly spat out his coffee. Patrick looked over to his staff officers who were all puzzled by his reaction. He looked back at the captain, "Ride out immediately to General Jackson, tell him to commit his full force to monitor the Union positions. Have him harass them and probe their position. Tell him to keep them there, allow them to set up their positions, and persuade them we intend to attack. If they move, send reports immediately to me and have his cavalry delay their march." The captain wrote the orders, had Patrick sign them, and then rode off. Patrick rose to his feet. "Gentlemen, finish your coffee. We march immediately. God has favored us today, the road to St. Louis is open. The Union has gone west and is setting in. Send word to all commanders to break camp immediately and march north. Praise be to God!"

Patrick mounted his horse and began to ride out personally to see to it that the army marched. Given the distances now separating the two armies, the effort the Union had taken to march North-West, their lack of cavalry to scout, and seeming expectation of a Confederate attack, Patrick figured he had bought himself at least two days, if not more, of a head start march. The Union would be heavily delayed from marching, being forced to maintain thick ranks and a slow pace to dissuade Jackson's cavalry, additionally without Cavalry, they would be totally blind as to Patrick's position, direction, and speed. Patrick figured he was squandering a fantastic opportunity to crush the local Union force but he figured why throw his men to the flames when the prize was ready for the taking.

With St. Louis in Confederate hands, the many Southern sympathizers that inhabited the state, including the State's governor, could be given power over the entire state, bringing Missouri into the Confederacy. The Union forces to Patrick's rear would be either cut off from their supply lines or forced to retreat out of state. Either way, Patrick would have accomplished his task.

Campaign Status
- Cavalry Deployed to screen, harass, probe, and blind enemy
- Army of the West continues march to St. Louis

Equipment Consumption
Supply: 1230 (1640 Base but Quartermaster skill) per territory and days of battle - 8 Supply periods
Arms: 2250 (3000 Base) per day of battle - 4 Full Days

Starting Corps Campaign Equipment
Supplies: 8,770 Supplies
Arms: 10,000 Arms

Remaining Equipment
Supplies: 7,540 Supplies
Arms: 7,750 Arms

[Atanatos]

III Corps news
Dowling's sat in his tent. He looked on the map and shuddered. Couriers has reported high union casualties, could the union fight a war this costly. He stepped out into the sunshine and called for his horse. He rode north towards where the cavalry was camped out. Before he had even reached the commanders tent the Calvary officer was already yelling at him.
"What are these commands that I'm not needed for the rest of the battle! I want to fight the Rebs not sit back and wait"
Dowling was calm, "We need you, hopefully if we secure a victory that pushes Johnny reb and crew back, you'll be needed but I need to save you"
The commander wasn't satisfied, "you have some nerve keeping me out, but you win, but we better be killing Rebs next round."
Dowling headed back to HQ. He lit a pipe and took a swig from his flask. Each battle felt like a roll of the dice, would his units hold the line or would they be sent running, only time would tell.

[Carathon]

Battle Standard of the Union French Legion

Burning White Gold.

I was too late.

Jack Augustin, the General of the French-Canadian division of the French Legion silently stepped into Louis' quarters, his eyes landing upon the brooding commander. After a brief moment of silence, Augustin cleared his throat and began to speak; in English, curiously enough. "monseiur général, Joyeuse has brought the most recent news from Kentucky. Our soldiers there are under heavy pressure, we won't be able to make it in time to reinf-"

The Bonaparte Prince raised a quick, stern hand to silence the older general. Then, lowering said gloved palm, he very deliberately and slowly uncorked a bottle of wine before pouring most of the contents within a goblet. Still not making eye contact, he callously tossed the wine bottle to the wall, which it hit with a dull thud and promptly shattered on the floor. "monseiur général, you know you canno..." Augustin began again, but the Corps Commander tuned him out, smacking his tongue and lips faintly after the wine slid down his throat. A good vintage, though a-bit of a waste. Louis thought to himself in a disconcerting calm, as his subordinate attempted to snap him back into reality. Eventually Augustin straightened up, and spoke in a very precise, steely accent.

"Louis. What would the first Emperor think of you sulking about like a spoiled brat?"

The young French General clenched his fists, having half a mind to give his own subordinate - a older man - a good bashing. But then, cold realization washed over him like the flowing water of the Seine. He rose up to his feet, and faced Augustin. "I am not a spoiled brat." Jack stepped to the front of Louis, his face nearly in his chest as he stared. "Then who are you?" His voice was almost a whisper, yet it pierced like the tip of the sharpest fencing sword. The young Frenchmen straightened himself, and met his glare before declaring:

"I am Louis-Napoléon Bonaparte, Prince of France! My kin have crowned themselves Emperors, and forced all of Europe to bend to their feet! And I do not intend to tarnish this reputation!" Louis heaved visibly, short gasps exhaling. The older General stepped backwards, examining the young commander. Good. Hopefully the boy can learn to control his emotions.

Augustin briefly bowed his head. "Orders, monseiur général? " Louis looked out a nearby window, the vigor in his body restored. He slicked back his hair, and without looking he commanded: "Gather the officers....."

Corps Actions:

- Main body of French Legion stops in Eastern Kentucky, and begins to subdue remaining garrisons and fortresses. Scouting information gathered from cavalry is used to aid this.

- Joyeuse Brigade is split off one-hundred soldiers, which are used to scout in a ten mile radius around the French Legion's main body, to keep total regional awareness.

- Remainder of Joyeuse raids furiously into the Eastern fringes of Carolina. While civilians are ordered not to be harmed, plantations, local armories and military logistical assets are to be destroyed.

Supply Consumption:

Supplies: 400

Arms: 200

[Christstan]

Battle in Kentucky
Day 3


- Union Soldiers defend the bridge crossing against the Confederate onslaught

Morning

Road to Munfordsville

CSA v. USA

Result: Union Moderate Victory!

Union lines hold the bridge to the city buying them time to get their men and supplies across.

Despite being outnumbered almost two to one, Union commanders were masters of defensive doctrines. Utilizing the town, terrain, and bridge, they were able to confine Confederate soldier's attack and stall it for most of the morning.

Casualties -
Casualty Rolls
CSA: 10% (2% Dead | 5% Return after Battle)
USA: 15% (3% Dead | 7.5% Return After Battle)

Afternoon

CSA V. USA

Result: Confederate Moderate Victory!

Confederate soldiers drive the Union forces across the bridge, however cannot take it as USA engineers blow the bridge, permitting Union forces to fall back.

The Union commanders fought a brilliant fighting retreat once the weight of the Confederate attack fell down upon them. Despite the hope of the morning of holding the town, the Union forces had to admit they no longer had the men necessary to do so.To hold this town would require every drop of Union blood.

Casualties -
Casualty Rolls
CSA: 11% (2.2% Dead | 5.5% Return after battle)
USA: 13% (2.6% Dead | 6.5% Return after Battle)

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Confederates now control everything south of the river, including Woodsonville. However, the Union controls Munfordsville and territory north of the river. Main bridge across has been destroyed but the river is not very wide or deep in this area.

Both armies are exhausted and morale is generally low. All commanders need to do an Equipment check before they can continue fighting.

If the battle were to end now these would be the figures. All Artillery and Engineers have stayed out of danger. CSA has only committed Infantry so CSA Cavalry is still at 100%, USA Casualties reflect Infantry and Cavalry. -

USA Left: 14813 Total Remaining in Fighting condition (Began Fresh at 63,000 Infantry, 18,000 Cavalry)
82% Total Casualties [16.4% Dead | 41% Return after Battle] - Total Percent Lost 41% Overall
33210 Return, 48,023 Total After battle

USA True Casualties: 33,210 - 41% Overall [13,284 Dead, 19,926 Severely Wounded]

CSA Left: 36843 Infantry remaining in fighting condition (Began Fresh at 66,000 Infantry, 12,000 Cav)
44% Infantry Casualties | 8.8% Dead | 22% Return After Battle] Total Percent lost - 37.2% Casualties overall
14,520 Return, 43,231 Infantry After Battle, 55,231 Total After Battle

CSA True Casualties: 14,520 - 18.6% Overall [5,808 Dead, 8,712 Severely Wounded]

Battle Total Casualties: 47,730

RL Gettysburg Casualties after 3 days: 46286

[Christstan]

Battle in Northern Virginia


Confederate IV. Corps charges the Union I Corps

Day 2 Summary - Confederate Decisive Victory

The Confederate left and right flanks both left their defended positions to bring the battle to the Union. The Union fores marched forward as well but all along the line Union ranks broke and fell back. The Confederates now have the Union Army in a "U" shape and the freshly arrived II. Corps has yet to see action. The Confederate III Corps almost separates the army from Washington, D.C.

Section 1 - CSA V Corps vs. USA IV Corps - The Western Flank

Result: Confederate Moderate Victory

Confederates march out to meet the enemy and turn the enemy west flank.

The day began with an artillery barrage from both sides. Union batteries focused on the confederate center and left once again. The Confederate V corps abandoned their defenses and marched out to meet the Union, an unexpected move. The Union forces were arrayed in a crescent formation prepared to assault a defended Confederate position. Once the fighting began, union forces quickly organized themselves and let out the second phase of their plan, to flank the Confederate left, only the Confederates had stacked their left flank and were executing a flanking maneuver themselves. Finally releasing the Union Cavalry to smash into the Confederate flank, a Cavalry brigade from the Second Corps arrived and engaged them. The Union eastern flank crumbled, however, the Union fell back in good order.

Casualties:
Confed Casualties: 6% Casualties [82] (1.2% Dead, 3% will return after battle)
Union Casualties: 3% Casualties [11] (.6% Dead, 1.5% will return after battle)

Section 2 - CSA I. Corps vs. USA III. Corps

Result: Inconclusive

Neither general was willing to commit his forces to an attack. Union General James Dowling withheld his Corps attack in favor of making defensive positions in the Union center. Confederate soldiers under the command of Lt. Gen. Drake Jonathan stayed firmly in their positions, awaiting a Union attack that never came. The two sides merely traded artillery fire as Dowling's men set up positions. Not much occured.

Casualties -
CSA Casualties: 1% (.2% Casualties died, .5% will return)
USA Casualties: 2% (.4% Casualties died; 1% will return)

Section 3 - CSA IV. vs Union I

Result: Confederate Moderate Victory

CSA IV Corps charges en masse at Union I, Driving them from the field

The Confederate IV Corps received quite the rallying in the morning. Assembling themselves into a diamond, the whole corps prepared to charge. The cavalry led the charge, disrupting Union positions long enough for the Confederate main assault force the carry the field. the Union army managed to fall back in decent order, however they were push farther back.

Casualties:
CSA Casualties: 12% (2.4% Casualties dead, 6% will return) (Including cavalry units)
USA Casualties: 12% (2.4% Casualties dead; 6% will return)

Section 4 - CSA III Corps v. USA II. Corps - The Eastern Flank

Result: Confederate Moderate Victory!

Confederate forces drive into Union flank once again and continue to curl the Union line back.

Emboldened by the presence of Cavalry from the IV. Corps, The CSA III Corps continued to attack the Union flank. Attempted a hammer and anvil attack on the Eastern Flank. The Union II Corps also attempted to outflank the CSA III and the two forces engaged each other head on. The Union knowing they had a cavalry advantage, sent their cavalry to fulfill the flanking manuever, only the be greeted by the Cavalry of the IV. Corps of the CSA. The Union forces fell back even further under the weight of the Confederate attack

Casualties -
CSA Casualties: 13% (2.6% Casualties dead, 3% will return)
USA Casualties: 16% (3.2% Casualties dead; 8% will return)

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Current Map



N/A indicates the ground is generally unoccupied. CSA III and IV lines are linked however. I just forgot to save the original blank map so its a little rough.

[Christstan]

(Image)
Battle Standard of the Union French Legion

Burning White Gold.

Corps Actions:

- Moves into South Eastern Virginia.

- Attempts to pacify region.

- The Rear Infantry Brigade is left behind in Virginia, reducing the French Legion to a strength of 60 Guns, 21,800 Men and 3,000 Cavalry - not accounting for attrition.

- The Legion quickly marches into Eastern Tennessee, and prepares itself to join the battle of Kentucky.

- Joyeuse Cavalry Brigade, with orders not to engage and stay as hidden as possible, thoroughly scouts out the positions of Confederate forces partaking in the battle for Kentucky.

- Main body of French Legion stops in Eastern Kentucky, and begins to subdue remaining garrisons and fortresses. Scouting information gathered from cavalry is used to aid this.

- Joyeuse Brigade is split off one-hundred soldiers, which are used to scout in a ten mile radius around the French Legion's main body, to keep total regional awareness.

- Remainder of Joyeuse raids furiously into the Eastern fringes of Carolina. While civilians are ordered not to be harmed, plantations, local armories and military logistical assets are to be destroyed.

Western Virginia to Eastern Tennessee all the way into Carolina, the French Legion has been unchecked by Confederate Forces. The devastation they have wrought to Southern Economy cannot be underestimated. Many Southerners are wondering what their soldiers are doing since these men have been able to march so freely within Confederate territory. Journalists are begging for the Confederate government to intercede. South-Western Virginia is occupied by Union soldiers.

+9% War Exhaustion to CSA
-3% Corps Campaign Equipment to CSA

[The Greater Aryan Race]

Union Central Theatre, Army of the Ohio

Brigadier-General Julius Beaufort
1st Division, Union VIII Corps, Army of the Ohio
Battle of Kentucky
'The Third Day'

General Beaufort watched as the men of the 1st Division began preparing themselves for the third day of the ongoing battle for Munfordsville. He had spent the night before going through the battle orders sent from Corps Headquarters, which had called for the Union VIII Corps to organize a fighting a withdrawal to the southern end of the Munfordsville bridge spanning the Green River together with the rest of the Army of the Ohio. In the meantime, all Union formations would dispatch their wounded and artillery across the bridge and onto the northern side of the Green River, the objective being that the artillery could easily fire from across the Green River at the Confederates who had no way of responding in kind.

As he pored through the orders with his brigade commanders, General Beaufort could not help but feel slightly gloomy at the prospect of withdrawing. Ever the aggressive commander, he had personally wanted the Union Army of the Ohio to seize the initiative and attack the Confederates when they were already exhausted from the bitter fighting. Now however, they would be withdrawing again up north. On the other hand, his brigade commanders were more relieved at the prospect of being able to resupply and replenish their forces.

And so it was that 1st Division prepared itself for the tactical withdrawal to the Munfordsville Bridge. The wounded would be sent first along with the rest of the Union casualties across the river and into Munfordsville town. The 1st Division however, would remain behind to provide cover for the rest of the retreating Union forces. The 1st Cavalry Brigade, together with the other cavalry brigade of Alabamans would harass the right flank of the Confederate army while the three brigades along with the 1st Artillery Battalion would stay and hold off the Confederates. Timing was crucial, for the Rebels were themselves massing for an attack on the Union lines in order to crush them once and for all.

Throughout the evening and the early morning, the Division burnt everything it could not salvage and evacuate while the wounded were sent back to the interior while defensive positions were prepared to better help the men defend themselves. As dawn approached, the Confederate artillery opened up once more, with the Union cannon responding in turn. Watching through his field telescope, General Beaufort could see the rows of grey Confederates marching towards the Union lines shouting that damn rebel yell.

Beaufort ordered his Mississippians to ready themselves as shells began raining down on their position. As the Rebels drew closer, the 1st Artillery Battalion opened fire, tearing through the ranks of the Confederates with roundshot. Eventually, the Confederates approached firing range of his men.

"Boys, you know what you have to do! Let's give these rebels a taste of Union lead and steel!"

"Make ready! Take aim!....Fire!"

Now the Mississippians are a religious folk, as is the case generally with Southerners in the United States. But if there is anything more dear to Mississippians than their Bible, it is their firearm, for Mississippians love hunting and guns. Most of the men of the 1st Division had already had some sort of experience with hunting game in their home state of Mississippi, hence allowing them to develop a deadly proficiency in firearms usage. The Mississippians promptly put their skill to deadly use, opening fire on the Confederates with ruthless efficiency. Sharpshooters and riflemen especially targeted Confederate officers, drummer boys or standard bearers, recognizing the destructive impact on enemy morale if these key figures were shot down.

Firing continuously, the 1st Division shot down the Confederates in droves and turned back their increasingly desperate charges and assaults. Yet despite these defensive successes, the weight of Rebel forces grew too strong for the Division to handle and eventually, General Beaufort was forced to authorize a fighting withdrawal to the Munfordsville Bridge. With the Union artillery disgorging its deadly load into the Confederate ranks, the three brigades were able to fall back. However, with the full might of the Confederates bearing down on them, the Union troops were eventually forced to retreat across the bridge and into the town itself. General Beaufort watched as the last Union soldier trooped across, with the rebels following closely behind.

Almost immediately, the bridge itself blew up in a brilliant display of fireworks as Union engineers lit pre-prepared demolition charges that they had planted on the bridge the night before. With the bridge gone, the rebel attack was eventually halted, thus allowing for the Army of the Ohio to fall back to Munfordsville in good order. Both sides had to content themselves with artillery duels while sharpshooters on both sides duked it out.

Thus ended the Third Day of the Battle of Kentucky, albeit another costly one for the Union. General Beaufort's 1st Division itself had lost heavily, with whole regiments reduced to company strength and his men utterly exhausted. The Mississippians had fought bravely as usual but casualties had been horrendous, including the Commander of the 3rd Brigade who received a cannon ball to his face during the fighting (It is a well-known fact that cannon balls and human flesh do not interact well together).

As night fell again, General Beaufort observed the Division from his command tent before resuming to write his report to Major-General Zant, his corps commander and superior.

Major-General Zant Sir,

Brigadier-General Julius C. Beaufort presenting his situational report on today's fighting by the 1st Division during the Battle of Kentucky:

In accordance with Headquarters' orders, the 1st Division carried out a rearguard defensive action in order to cover the withdrawal of Union VIII Corps towards the town of Munfordsville. During the course of fighting, our Division successfully repelled all Confederate attempts to break through our lines while ensuring the main body of the army was able to retire to Munfordsville unmolested, after which our division also crossed the Green River bridge and into the town as per your instructions.

The fighting has been heavy and immense and my Division, I regret to inform you Sir, is utterly spent by today's proceedings. Casualties are high and my brigades are down to half-strength. I have also lost the commander of my 3rd Brigade, Colonel Holland, who was killed while leading his men in action against the Confederate forces at Woodsonville. His death marks the loss of a competent officer in our Division and is a grave loss I regret to report. Our supplies are also increasingly low and further action could very well see them being used up in as little as two weeks. Unless we can resupply, the situation will continue to deteriorate day after day.

Nonetheless, in a day of heroics and selfless soldiering, I wish to single out my entire Division for praise and commendation. They have fought hard, these Mississippians, despite knowing full well that their own family and friends in the South have damned them for being traitors to the Confederacy. Yet nothing has deterred them from fighting for our great cause to preserve this nation, and for this I have been nothing but grateful to them. I hope Sir, that you will take all necessary measures to ensure their bravery does not go unrecognized. I await your orders.

Yours respectfully,
Brigadier-General Julius Beaufort
Commander, 1st Division

[Christstan]

The Missouri Campaign - Strolling into Town!


- General Robert Moore leads his brigade, comprised mostly of Missourians, into St. Louis

July 10th, 1861
St. Louis, Missouri
Western Theater

Current Corps Campaign Equipment
Supplies: 7,540 Supplies
Arms: 7,750 Arms

Equipment Consumption
Supply: 1230 (1640 Base) per territory and days of battle - 8 Supply periods
Arms: 2250 (3000 Base) per day of battle - 4 Full Days

Campaign Actions
- The Army of the West marches into St. Louis and begins to establish Confederate Puppet Government

Patrick Cleburne | Army of the West Battle Standard "The Golden Eagle", "The Invictus"

The Army of the West continued their march into the heart of Missouri. No movement had been detected from Union troops in the area. Patrick assumed they were still unaware that he had simply marched past them. The Cavalry kept close watch on the Union forces but as the Army of the West marched further north into Missouri, the reports became less frequent. As far as Patrick knew though, the Union troops were well behind him. Normally this would be an issue, however Patrick had kept his supply train well guarded and planned to now live off "donations" from the local populace. Missouri had only just voted to stay neutral, but had already supplied units to the Confederacy. Its own governor was heavily Southern leaning. All Patrick figured he needed to do was replace a few of those "No" votes to "yes". Southern sympathizers had been gathered and vetted on Patrick's march.

The Missourians lead the column into the city. The Corps' entire band was behind them playing glorious marching tunes. Flags were unfurled and the procession was quite grand. The Gold'n Eagle flag now bore the mark of the "Poplar Bluff". General Cleburne sat on his horse and watched as his boys marched past him. He waved to the crowd and shook hands with the loyalists in town. The Lincolnites watched apprehensively. The Army of the West, though, was under strict orders to be on their best behavior. This was friendly territory after all.

The march ended before the capitol building. The governor of Missouri greeted Patrick at the steps. "Welcome genr'l, I take it you boys are here without greed on their minds." Patrick smiled at the question, "No sir, we are here on our best behavior. Anyone steps out of line, you may deal with him yourself. As of now though, I believe we need to revisit that Secession vote. I believe a few votes weren't counted."

The governor knew what Patrick meant and smiled nervously. While he supported secession, to secede now could make his state a battleground and bleed it as the citizens of Missouri choose sides. There was little to be done for now. If the Union troops couldn't prevent the Confederates from entering St. Louis, maybe he should work for secession.

Campaign Status
- Army of the West begins to institute new, Confederate aligned government in St. Louis, Missouri capital
- AoW begins to fortify St. Louis

Remaining Equipment
Supplies: 6,310 Supplies
Arms: 7,750 Arms

[Republic of Coldwater]

Calvary of the X Corps of the Army of the West

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The Calvary Commander, Carson Ramirez rides on his horse with his fellow Calvarymen as they cheer on for their victory in Missouri. They sing "Jine the Calvary" as they triumphantly march through the city of St. Louis. The Colonel ordered his Captains to recruit Missourians into the Calvary and thus bolster number for future battles, while the Colonel himself approaches General Robert Moore.

The Colonel proposed a plan to attack Illinois, the homestate of Abraham Lincoln and cut Union supplies to Kentucky and thus make the Confederates in Kentucky have an easier time defeating the Union forces and perhaps pressuring the Union to finally recognize the Confederacy and ending the war.

[Rostogovia]

Riding into hell!

Shaw's brigade crashes into the union line

It was early in the morning when the shrill sound of bugles rang throughout the camp, the corps had been roused early from their sleep and instructed to assemble. A massive assault was in the works, and the atmhosphere of anticipatiom was almost tangible. Theodore sat in his command tent, hosting a last minuit confedernce with his subbordinates. Some were visibly anxious, while others showed no sign of worry. In front of the group was a woodan board, displaying a map of the battlefield. "Please Sir, abandon this foolish endeavor." Said Brigadier General Steven Randolph hesitantly. "Have you seen that yank artillary, a full on charge is suicide!" Theodore chuckled at the man''s statement. "Quite the opposite my friend. All we need is a little bit of valor, which I''m sure you'll agree our boys are in no short supply of." Theodore then donned his plumed hat, and stepped out of the tent. "I'm afraid this meeting is concluded, wouldn't want to keep our boys waiting."

Theodore cantered out in frontof his assembled forces, full of pride. He was greeted with a wave of applause and shouts. His horse Hyperion whinnied and neighed, as if anticipating the battle to come. Rank upon rank of grey stood before him, their bayonets sparkling in the sunlight. At the front of the assembled forces was Shaw's cavalry brigade, spearheaded by the famous 3rd Alabama. They were hardened frontiersmen, their faces rough and fearsome. These were men prepared to ride to hell and back. Clearing his throat, he began his address:

"Brave men of the south, today we shall prove or valor. Yesterday the yanks dared to assail us, to be repulsed by our steel and shot.You fought yesterday with the utmost bravery, now we must coninue what we started. It is here that we shall fulfill our great duty to our native land. I have confidence that each and every one of you will fulfill your duty to the utmost degree. You cannot do more, and youshould never wish to do less. Today we shall teach these blue devils to heed the southern flag, even if it means marching to hell and back!"

As he finished his speech, massive applause erupted from the crowd, eminating throughout the camp. Men threw their service hats in the air, and celebratory gunshots resounded. The woops and shouts could be heard for miles, as the corps formed up and prepared for combat.

8:30 AM, the battle begins..
Just as the 1st corps rose in the morning, they were greeted by a horrifying sight. Thousands upon thousands of grey clad cavalrymen stormed across the field, howling and screaming like banshees as they rode. They were assembled in the gargantuan formation of a triangle, dwarfing the surrounding countryside with itz's size. The rebel yell echoed throughout Manassas, like a vulture anticipating a meal. Behind them marched seemilngly infinite rows of infantry, above them flew the flag of the confederacy. At the front rode Brigadier General Duncan Shaw, his sword raised defiantly. It was abnormal for such a high ranking general to be directly involved in combat, then again Duncan wasn't an ordinary commander.Soon the rebel yell was replaced with screams and gunshots, as the cavary entered musket range. Cannister shot sprayed from the union batteries, but failed to deter the unwavering assailants. They were almost there, Duncan could look directly into the fearful eyes of his foes. "Sic Semper Tyrannis!!" He screamed as he leveled his pistol and fired into the frey. Soon they were upon them. A fierce melee had erupted as the brigade trampled through the union position, driving them from the field. Duncan grasped his sabre tightly, deflecting a jab from a bayonet. His eyes were full of fury, fully concentrated on the task at hand. In the cavalry's wake came the infantry, forming skirmish lines and cleaning up what little resistance tha cavalry hadn't routed. The remaining defenders suceeded in reforming, and managed to retreat in good order. Duncan whiped the sweat off his brow and turned to his men, "Well boys, we did it again."

[Paketo]

The march to war- Defence of the Capitol


Night of June 21th, 1861
Manassas, Virginia
Eastern Theater

Starting Corps Campaign Equipment
Supplies: 7040 Supplies
Arms: 10,000 Arms,

Equipment Consumption
Supply: 1460 per territory and days of battle - 7 Supply periods
Arms: 2600 per day of battle - 2 Full Days

Campaign Actions
-preparing for day 3 of battle

Hill peered through his spy glass observing the battle from the rear. His entire corps was being kept in reserve to rest them and reinforce any breakthroughs by the union but it did not seem that any would form. The confederates were winning in every section and forcing the union lines into a U shape. Hill was glad that he did not have to commit his corps anywhere as that meant that his troops got some much needed rest. they would need that rest for what Hill planned to do after this battle was won. If his plan succeeded, he would split the union in half. He was content staying in reserve for the battle right now though as he planned for his corps to take part in a third day of battle. The Union army was weak and he had a way to deal the deathblow and crush them.

The war might end here with the utter destruction of the union army of the Potomac opening up the war to DC, Philadelphia, and New York. Hill was sure of it as long as his plan worked to perfection.

Campaign Status
- Second corps of the NVA prepares for day 3 of battle

Remaining Equipment
Supplies: 7040
Arms: 10000

[Alderann]

Somerset Know, Kentucky

Gen Parkes made his way to all of his men telling each one how proud he was of them. Then the General went to see each of the wounded.

" boys I cannot express to you how proud I am of all of you. All of you have made me proud, you have made the confederacy proud."

The General's thoughts was heavy tho. His men had suffered but he was determined to be successful here. General Parkes would not let all of this suffering be for nothing. He ordered a meeting with all of the division commanders.
Inside his tent the air was heavy with anticipation as to what general Parkes would say to them.

" gentlemen we have had some set backs, but we have also had success. I will not let this battle end in failure. Our boys have fought too hard for it to end like this."

General Parkes paced back and forth looking at the map.
" we need that town, the Yankees don't have much for left in them. And we can take it."

General Hagg one of the division commanders spoke up with a concerned tone.
" but sir General Lewis had been repealed twice now. They aren't going to give that town up."

General Parkes just looked at Hagg.
" you are right. They aren't going to give it up. But we are going to take it. I want you men to reform your divisions. We will be supporting Lewis's corps in the finale assault."

Taking a breath for a moment. Parkes spoke to General Hagg again.
" General Hagg I will be leading Lewis's corps I need you to assemble our corps and be prepared to assist in the assault. I cannot stress to you the importance that you will be in this."

General Hagg saluted and responded with. " yes sir"

General Parkes saddled his horse and rode to where general Lewis's corps was. Once he arrived general Parkes dismounted and spoke to General Lewis.
" General I know you and your boys have had it rough but I need you to try again. We must take that town. This time my men will assault the town with you. I will be with you and your men. Now I need to speak with everyone."

All of the divisions formed and General Parkes moved to the front of the formation to speak with everyone.

" boys I know you have had it rough. And I know you have given a lot but I need you to give just a little more. In that town the Yankees sit and we can take it. Now I know this has been rough but I'm proud of all of you. I know we will win tomorrow. Because there is nothing tougher then a southerner. And you men are some of the finest that I have ever met. Now when we charge tomorrow I want you to fight like your family's depend on it. I have faith in all of you. Now go get some sleep boys."

All of the men layed down for the night. Early dawn brought the anticipation of battle. All of the divisions formed for the battle. And in the front stood general Parkes with general Lewis. Parkes unsheathed his sword and waited.

When the sound of the canons from Somerset Know went off that was the signal to start the attack. General Parkes have the order and all of the corps advanced through the hail of Cannon fire. As they approached the city the VII corps met with General Lewis's corps just before the assault commenced. A hail of gun fire dropped men all around. It was a a sight out of hell.

The flag bearer carry Dixieland was struck and fell. General Parkes quickly picked the flag up and carried forward yelling back to the men.
" forward men, these colors don't run"

General Parkes kept giving words of encouragement. Carry the flag and carrying the attack on.

ACTIONS: Parkes corps, Lewis corps perform combined attack.

General Parkes provides encouragement to both corps

[Alderann]

general Parkes sat in his tent work just the light from a candle illuminating his tent. A bottle of whiskey was his only company tonight. The battle had been rough and many men layed dead on the field of battle. The illusion of glory had drifted from everyone's mind by now.

General Parkes sipped on some whiskey while holding a quail pen in his free hand. The words escaping him as to what to say. His mind weighed heavy, but slowly his feelings of grieve turned to hatred. Before he knew it the pen started to move and the words just flowed onto the paper.

" dear sirs,
I write to all of you fine gentleman in Richmond to give you all an update to our situation in Kentucky. The battle has been bloody but as of now I don't believe the Yankees have the man power to hold their position any longer. With any luck they will withdraw in a day or two. Supplies are low but we will replenish before we advance further. I have also heard of the the Frenchman that has been ravaging our land. I will assure all of you right now I will take the greatest joy in destroying him and every last Yankee that he commands. Until I have more to report.
Yours truly,
General William Parkes "

now filled with incredible rage at the thought of some foreign invader destroying his nation. The news of what general Bonaparte has done to the confederacy. Burning homes and freeing the negros. Just the thought alone was enough to almost drive the General mad. But what could be do he was held down here in Kentucky, while that monster terrified Tennessee.

General Parkes penned another letter, this one to General Bonaparte himself.

" dear sir,
I'm sure you are very pleased with your many victories against women and children. And of course for taking their homes from them. If that is how you want history to remember you then that is of course your accord. But when you find your fortitude sir, I want you to know that real soldiers wait to fight you. And we are not women and children, you will not defeat us easily. I do hope that it is me that you face on the battlefield. It would bring me the greatest joy to deliver your head to Mr. Lincoln when we storm Washington.
Sincerely,
General William Parkes


Enough was enough he would send a challenge that he couldn't refuse. Standing up and walking out to where several Yankee prisoners were. He picked the highest ranking one, a major. Looking directly into the eyes of the terrified major.
" do not worry sir no harm will come to you. I need you to deliver a message to General Bonaparte. And I want you to tell him everything you are about to witness."

Confusion came over the Union Majors face as he took the letter from General Parkes. But everything became clear, a group of 50 Union prisoners were marched in front of a large ditch. As soon as they stopped General Parkes removed his revolver and shot one of the Yankees in head. As soon as the Yankee fell into the ditch the confederate soldiers executed the remaining Yankee soldiers with their bayonets.

General Parkes was very pleased with himself and walked back to his tent. Sitting back at his desk he wrote a third letter.

" dear miss Elizabeth

news had reached me of your great contribution to our cause. Let me assure you that I am not going to ask for money or supplies anything that I need I will take it from the Yankees. Soon I will burn all of their lands and destroy all of their cities. Instead I have something for you. In my journey's I have liberated several negros and I want to give them to you. I believe I have around 100 that I am sending you. News of your beauty has also reached me and maybe you could lift my morale with a picture. If you give me one picture I will burn one city. Until I hear from you.

Sincerely yours,
General William Parkes