Apocalypse: 1936 (PT/IC)

[Union Princes]

Butler looked at his phone and wondered if what he was about to do was the right thing to do, he then pulled out a cigarette and started to smoke. He then put in a number and after a few seconds greeted the man on the other side of the line

“Hello Earl, is it possible for me and Huey to have a quick chat, it’s important and involves what he said in congress a few days ago.” Said Butler

May 10th
A different yet familiar voice replied to Butler's question. "Unfortunately sir, Earl Long is away currently. He is attending some errands but luckily for you, Huey Long is the one speaking to you. To whom do I owe the pleasure of holding a discussion with?"

---

Washington D.C.

Washington DC
President Al Smith
"Let's just say I've intended to arrange something with the AFP." He motioned for Earl Long to then join the room with them after having days prior requested for him to instead join them in the White House, "Earl, this is Frank Knox, my newly acquired VP for the upcoming Election. He is also a member of the GOP as you know." He introduced the two and then got to business.

"So we got Butler in the Atlantic Northeast and the Rust Belt, and Browder to the midwest." He motioned on the current projections with the election map, "It's obvious we're going to need to campagin heavily in the swing states if we are going to have a chance to win with the Electoral College."

"And with the seceding States in the West?" Knox then asked with a bit of snark.

"Nothing we can do for them, we cannot safely get the voters back into the general Electoral pool unless we can get them back on our side. And Arizona is just going to be another venture after this year." Smith explained, obviously looking stress and in need of a drink.

"We admittedly could use the AFP on a centrist, "All-American" ticket, Earl. If we have even the slightest chance to beat back these communists and 'spartanists." Smith then honestly admitted to the Long brother for help, awaiting his response.

"Greetings," Earl Long gave Al Smith's running VP Knox a firm handshake before following the pair into the next room. "I'm aware of the candidates of the R-D Coaltion."

Inside the room was the election map similar to the one that he had shown his brother Huey a week prior. The situation was still grim for the Coaltion and for the AFP given how the NRA and NOI took hold of the Steel Belt and New England area. Earl had a small frown formed from his lips when it was apparant that Al Smith was desparate and on the verge of breaking down. It was foolish that the sitting President could think that he can use his brother Huey to save his presidency from falling part.

"Mr. President," Earl spoke after a moment of contemplation, "You must have heard about my brother's speech in Congress recently. We can worry about election later. November has not yet arrived so for now, we have to focus on regaining control over the rogue states of Arizona and Montana. We need every electoral vote on our side and that includes the votes from those two states."

"I have to admit." Earl grumbled, "You should've taken more action against the extremist dictatorships before they had the chance to consolidate. You have the entire US military to destroy them but you didn't. I have to beseech you, Mr. President, heed my brother's stance: reintegrate this rogue states before our country falls apart."

[New Sriker]

Butler looked at his phone and wondered if what he was about to do was the right thing to do, he then pulled out a cigarette and started to smoke. He then put in a number and after a few seconds greeted the man on the other side of the line

“Hello Earl, is it possible for me and Huey to have a quick chat, it’s important and involves what he said in congress a few days ago.” Said Butler

May 10th
A different yet familiar voice replied to Butler's question. "Unfortunately sir, Earl Long is away currently. He is attending some errands but luckily for you, Huey Long is the one speaking to you. To whom do I owe the pleasure of holding a discussion with?"

---

Butler looked at the phone for a second then responded.

"Hello Huey, It's Butler,I'm shocked that it was you who picked up, but let us move on to more important matters, you see i would like to ask for you assistance in a well, violent conflict that the PRA will be in soon. Many of my men in the Great Plains have gather to prepare an incursion into Montana, this with happen sometime in June, and I would like to ask if you could send some Minutemen to assist in this Incursion, if you decline it's fine but if you accept, I'll need your men to attack the Southwest while my men secure the Southeast, from there our men will push up and assist the local National Guard, does this sound good to you Huey?" Asked Butler

[Dahyan]

The Nation of Islam

Office of the Supreme Minister
May 10th, 1936

"That's a damn fine mess this so-called "United States" forces us to live in."

Supreme Minister Elijah Muhammad, looking over a strategic map of the US, shook his head slowly. For an organisation dedicated to separation from the chains the country held them in, it always paid to have good intel on where things were standing.

"Fascists invading Mexico down south, insane Greek roleplaying wackos in Montana, and some bizarre secluded tyranny in Wyoming and Colorado. Not to mention that lapdog of Al Smith gallivanting around in the Utah doing God knows what. And there are people who honestly expect us to integrate in this country?"

Kalot Muhammad, Commander of the Faith of Islam militias, nodded in agreement with his brother's statements.

"Degenerates, the lot of them. Living apart from the grace of God for so long, the people of this country have lost all moral bounds, making them easy prey for the teachings of these sorts of demagogues."

"It doesn't help that for many, the only other alternative seems to be the corruption of the Democrats or Republicans, or the Jim Crow hicks of the AFP," Elijah continued, letting his eyes wander over the map.

"What's the status of the FOI, brother?"

Kalot smiled. "Better than ever. The Detroit riots and the lynchings in Alabama have only steeled our men's resolve and attracted many new members to the militia. We have mustered at least five hundred newly trained recruits just since last month."

"And their equipment?"

"I got to give it to the commies: they know how to keep their promise. The People's Red Army and our CPUSA contacts have both come through. I dare say you'd be hard-pressed to find a Fruit of Islam trooper without at least a 1903 Springfield in his hands. I also organised a specialised sharpshooter unit, as well as a vanguard armed with Thompsons."

"Now that is amazing news indeed!" the Supreme Minister exclaimed. "Especially for what I have in mind."

Kalot Muhammad raised a questioning eyebrow to his brother. He didn't even have to ask, because the Minister continued.

"Quid pro quo, Commander. If we give this torn-apart country something, they are bound to be more inclined to return the favour later. Plus, it can never hurt to showcase some of the new power of the FOI, now can it?"



Chicago
Master Fard Muhammad Base

General Ali Husayn was supervising the gun range practices of the FOI grunts under his command. A high-ranking officer of the FOI, he had been placed in charge of the main training base of the Fruit of Islam in Chicago, which had been transformed into a veritable military training ground since April, thanks to the massive influx of new weaponry, training experts and drill instructors following the Nation's cooperation deals with both the CPUSA and the NRP. Officers of the People's Red Army, be it under pseudonyms and never in official capacity, had been aiding greatly in professionalising the Nation of Islam's security wing into a true paramilitary force.

A detachment of FOI veterans, every single one of them dressed in military fatigues and armed with army-issue battle rifles, marched by while singing.

"Brother General, Sir! A message from HQ," a courier interrupted the General's thoughts, handing him a telegram.

Looking down at the sheet of paper, General Husayn smiled.

"Gather the men. We're marching West tonight."



Minnesota-North Dakota state border
Early morning, May 11th, 1936

The small townships across the Dakotan prairies were rife with shocked whispers and rumours on the sunny spring morning.

"I am telling ye: Blackmen! Armed Blackamoors are walking across the steppe!" an old man of Norwegian descent repeated to whomever was within earshot. "They just done marched in from Minnesota!"

Before anyone had the chance to speak out on the matter, old Torvald's words were immediately confirmed as being not just the ramble of an old fool. The marching of boots could be heard on the prairies just outside town, and whomever was close enough to see, could be assured that it were indeed African Americans. Black men, armed to the teeth, wearing military uniforms and even steel helmets on their heads.

It was the 1st Assault Brigade of the Fruit of Islam, known as the Toussain Louverture Brigade. Named after the the founder of the first Black republic on American soil, the Toussaint Louverture Brigade was sent on a mission: to march on to Montana and link up to the forces of Montana Partisans and any potential allied forces of the People's Red Army in the area. For the first time, the FOI would see direct military action in the field. And, in an ironic twist of fate, in a certain way it could be seen as a form of military support to the United States

The Nation of Islam was on the warpath.

[Domerstresseistan]

The Iron Phalanx

TO: Leonidas
FROM: Krypteria East Montana Division

Intelligence gathered now suggests that the Nation of Islam and the Minutemen are in the process of betraying their followers and supporting the United States in countering our activities.

TO: Stratigos in Montana
FROM: Leonidas

The Eagle and his slaves now march upon us. Destroy the roads, the farms and scorch whatever Earth they may come upon. Mine the fields and the forests to immobilize their troops and pile the dead -including the women and children- to block off the roads to not only inconvenience them, but to send a message. Any town you come upon, take no prisoners and leave only corpses. Should they win, they will have nothing to come back to, should we win, they will still have nothing.

Throughout the silence of the stalemate, preparations for the counter-offensive would begin as roads, bridges, highways, railroads and other critical infrastructure throughout Montana would be either ripped up or booby trap, which would force the incoming Armies to go on-foot or completely off-road. Towns and critical storage areas within 50 to 100 miles of the border would also be ordered razed in order to further strain the Armies as they get deeper into Montana.

Not only that, but Krypteria agents, to act as sleeper cells, infiltrators and saboteurs, would be on their way outside of Montana to infiltrate these armies and the homelands of their organizations, in hopes of stirring up more division and instigating chaos in the already divided United States. Leonidas knew that Smith was weak to act on Montana, so the hope is that he'd be even weaker on the political affairs of his own country.

It won't be too long before the next phase of Leonidas' Total War would begin. The American divisions will have their first taste of it.

Yet again, Leonidas would go onto the radio, turn up the broadcasting power even more, and speak his nightly message to all of Montana, much of the American Midwest and parts of the South.

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"..The United States' greatest threat are not the Spartiates of the Iron Phalanx, nor its ideology of stability and order in a time of chaos. The greatest threat to the United States are not separatist negroes, ultranationalist militants or Sonoran nationalists. The greatest threat to the United States of America is only itself. It's Ideas of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness-quote on quote- are [i]doomed[/i] to fall. The principles on which it makes itself a 'land of opportunity' are little-to-nothing but a facade for a government that is corrupted beyond those principles. It's passion for 'free-will' will be it's greatest downfall."

"This delusion of 'liberty' has enabled people's free-will to, instead of fully utilizing them and their usefulness to contribute to the success of the state, turn them into worthless plebeians, their potential usefulness to the state failed to be fully realized amid an atmosphere of racial tension that only adds to this false sense of 'liberty.' American -quote-on-quote- 'liberty' has allowed the most corrupt of worthless leaders to manipulate the worthless populous -rendered so by a society which condemns them into being willingly useless- in being elected into worthless offices, offices that have been rendered worthless in their power as a result of rampant corporatism, bribing and petty partisanship. This has brought the current chaos, which will get worse to the point where the dead in Montana are better off that way than to live under an insufferable America for many more years."

"Rather than being built on an idea of establishing a Society of Order which sees people only by their usefulness, the United States is not built on the principles on which it claims to be- it is built on the obsolete idea of racial hatred and of the delusion from free will. Rather than utilizing the best elements of a population in the interests of advancing the state and ensuring long-term stability, the United States would not only let it's people act with rebellion and pettiness, but also machinate division against each other by skin color and national origin. Racial hatred will keep the United States, and any other racially-governed nation-state, from advancing for at least a century or two. It is quite embarrassing to see that groups of repressed people, such as that of the Nation of Islam, are willing to comply with a Government that has enabled racial hated against their kind for over a century. If they, along with many other parties that have chivalrous motives to "change America"  had only risen up against their worthless leaders, then it would be completely different."

"These 'leaders' of America, so glutton on power and hatred, are not willing to die for their own country or cause, but to subject others, often the most disadvantaged of society, to die for them instead. Rather than fighting on the front-lines, going through the arduous marches and offensives they subjugate their soldiers through, they decide to lazily bark orders-upon-orders that they themselves would be unwilling to fulfill to their generals. Do they really have a true affection for their soldiers, or are they saying so in the name of manipulating the public? To them, the soldier is seen just as much of a useless tool as the other 98% of America, an embarrassment for a country which claims to proud itself on it's military. Worthlessness and cowardice, the current agenda of the United States Government. It is only a matter of time before people across America begin using force to change this country, and evidently that time is soon."

"The Iron Phalanx heeds this call to establish a much-needed order in this land, crumbling from the American philosophy's enabling of the worst of people's free will."



[Aserais]

To Comrade Mao Zedong,

Comrade Mao, it warms my heart to hear from you. We in the RSM have been worried about the state of the Revolution in China for some time, and long thought and debate has gone into sending you financial and material aid unasked. Now that you have requested it, the People are more than happy to send what materials we can. This missive should reach you around the time that the supplies are underway, escorted by the 1st Pacific Carrier Group of La Armada de República Socialista de México. You can expect arms, ammunition, planes, tanks, and artillery pieces, as well as specialists and advisors to instruct your people in their assembly and operation. They should be arriving in Shanghai within two weeks. I look forward to seeing the revolution spread throughout China, and further into the whole of the Asian continent, and the flowering of a beautiful relationship between our peoples.

Your friend and comrade,
Secretario General del Partido Comunista Miguel Rivera

12 days later



Dockworkers and soldiers both hurried to unload the supplies from eight cargo ships, calling out in a mix of Spanish and Hu Chinese as they worked. Colonel Ignacio Chavez listened to the interpreter as she repeated the dockmaster’s animated speech in spanish, before he rolled his eyes and pointed at the clipboard he held in his hand.

“Look, friend, I don’t know or care what you were expecting. I am under orders from El Secretario Rivera to deliver these supplies to the communist party here in Shanghai. Now go get a party official, or we are going to start having problems, understand?” he asked, glowering at the smaller man. The interpreter repeated the Colonel’s words in Mandarin, causing the dockmaster to look offended and more than a little frightened.

In the distance, still out in the East China Sea but within sight of shore, the imposing silhouettes of the 1st Pacific Carrier Group rose above the horizon and offered a stark background to his words. The Courageous-Class carrier, ARSM Gloria, was the centerpiece of the formation, accompanied by two Trotsky-Class battleships and an assortment of destroyers and cruisers. Under the waves, submarines patrolled the waters and kept an eye out for any mines or enemy forces that could pose a threat to the carrier group.

"The Dockmaster asks you to wait here while he sends someone to go fetch the Committee Secretary of Shanghai. He asks if you want any refreshments while waiting. Is there anything specific that you and your men would want?” While the translator was stating this, the dockmaster told one of his aides to go to the CPC headquarters in Shanghai.

“Perhaps ready a dining hall for the officers, do your people have any restaurants around this area? We’ve never tried Chinese cuisine before,” the colonel admitted, cutting his eyes to the side to watch the aide disappear deeper into the city.

“We shall ready the dining hall for the officers. If you wish to experience true Shanghai cooking, it is advised that you venture and explore the city proper. Restaurants near the dockyards cater towards foreigners, so authentic Chinese or Shanghai food are rare to find here.”

“Alright then, sounds like a plan. Captain, make sure these supplies get offloaded by the end of the day! We have a war to win.”

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A speech given by El Secretario Rivera, broadcast over radio

Friends, comrades, fellow revolutionaries, it is with a heavy heart that I come to you today to announce both good news and bad. As I speak, the People’s Army is currently liberating the last of the anarchic states that have fallen under the sway of criminals and warlords, bringing the peace and prosperity of the revolution to their oppressed peoples. Supply trucks full of food, water, clothing, and building supplies are currently streaming into those states, all in an effort to rebuild the lives of those people who have known only suffering for these past ten years. Make no mistake--anyone who attempts to oppose our efforts to relieve the people’s suffering will know the justice of the people!

And now that our brothers and sisters have been reunited with us, we must turn our eye to an even larger problem: The so-called Sonoran Superstate. These unrepentant fascists have spat in the eye of both la República Socialista de México and the imperialist United States by seceding from their parent nation and choosing to invade Mexican territory! The weak imperialists and opportunists in the United States do nothing but talk, so I say this to them: Reign in your rogue state by the end of the month, or the People’s Army and the People’s Navy shall do everything in their power to protect the citizens of our nation from the fascist ambitions of this rebellious state.

Viva México, viva la revolución!

[Union Princes]

Butler looked at the phone for a second then responded.

"Hello Huey, It's Butler,I'm shocked that it was you who picked up, but let us move on to more important matters, you see i would like to ask for you assistance in a well, violent conflict that the PRA will be in soon. Many of my men in the Great Plains have gather to prepare an incursion into Montana, this with happen sometime in June, and I would like to ask if you could send some Minutemen to assist in this Incursion, if you decline it's fine but if you accept, I'll need your men to attack the Southwest while my men secure the Southeast, from there our men will push up and assist the local National Guard, does this sound good to you Huey?" Asked Butler

At first, Huey Long was awestruck that he was talking to his political rival, Smedley Butler, but the more the NRA leader talked, the louder the laughter that came out of Huey. He couldn't believe it.

"Finally," the Kingfish remarked, "It's nice to talk to someone with a spine in their back. To think I had to take down the separatists myself! You're a good man, Butler. I'm more than happy to help preserve the Union with you."

[New Sriker]

Butler looked at the phone for a second then responded.

"Hello Huey, It's Butler,I'm shocked that it was you who picked up, but let us move on to more important matters, you see i would like to ask for you assistance in a well, violent conflict that the PRA will be in soon. Many of my men in the Great Plains have gather to prepare an incursion into Montana, this with happen sometime in June, and I would like to ask if you could send some Minutemen to assist in this Incursion, if you decline it's fine but if you accept, I'll need your men to attack the Southwest while my men secure the Southeast, from there our men will push up and assist the local National Guard, does this sound good to you Huey?" Asked Butler

At first, Huey Long was awestruck that he was talking to his political rival, Smedley Butler, but the more the NRA leader talked, the louder the laughter that came out of Huey. He couldn't believe it.

"Finally," the Kingfish remarked, "It's nice to talk to someone with a spine in their back. To think I had to take down the separatists myself! You're a good man, Butler. I'm more than happy to help preserve the Union with you."

Butler smiled brightly, and fixed himself a drink of whiskey before responding to Huey.

"Well that's great news to hear Huey, tell your boys the attack is on the night of June 3rd, make sure they don't miss the date, and try to keep this call in secret, good day." Responded Butler, he then took a sip of his whiskey and placed the phone on its base, for in almost a month's time, the people of Montana shall be freed.

[Wasi State]

"Greetings," Earl Long gave Al Smith's running VP Knox a firm handshake before following the pair into the next room. "I'm aware of the candidates of the R-D Coaltion."

Inside the room was the election map similar to the one that he had shown his brother Huey a week prior. The situation was still grim for the Coaltion and for the AFP given how the NRA and NOI took hold of the Steel Belt and New England area. Earl had a small frown formed from his lips when it was apparant that Al Smith was desparate and on the verge of breaking down. It was foolish that the sitting President could think that he can use his brother Huey to save his presidency from falling part.

"Mr. President," Earl spoke after a moment of contemplation, "You must have heard about my brother's speech in Congress recently. We can worry about election later. November has not yet arrived so for now, we have to focus on regaining control over the rogue states of Arizona and Montana. We need every electoral vote on our side and that includes the votes from those two states."

"I have to admit." Earl grumbled, "You should've taken more action against the extremist dictatorships before they had the chance to consolidate. You have the entire US military to destroy them but you didn't. I have to beseech you, Mr. President, heed my brother's stance: reintegrate this rogue states before our country falls apart."

"I told you earlier you needed to beat those yahoos first." Knox agreed with Earl Long, pressuring the President further.

"Ah but you also said a wartime president never loses a reelection." Smith then argued back with Knox, not seeing the obvious writing on the wall.

"Usually a wartime president isn't at risk of losing their country entirely, Al. We must send our forces against the separatists at once like we've done already with Utah. The Long brothers are right, we need to consolidate our efforts for the upcoming election and grant confidence back to the American people for the status quo, or we'll fall like a row of dominos!" Knox slammed his fist on the table, demanding Smith take extreme action now against America's domestic threats.

"Or do you want me to argue that the upcoming election should be suspended entirely instead, while MacArthur or Eisenhower act as our temporary dictators and clean up your fabricated shit-show?" Knox continued to chastised the President with an arguably real possibly they discussed if the situation doesn't drastically improve by November.

"Fine, fine! I got both of your points! I'll call for MacArthur to move into Arizona, and Eisenhower into Montana..." He then found a bottle to pour into a glass while Knox then snatched the bottle right from his hand. "Mr. Vice President!" Smith then protested.

"And for God's sake the last thing the American people need is the perception of a low-functioning drunkard running what remains of the union!" Knox then threw the bottle onto the ground, allowing its alcoholic contents to stain the floor as it poured out the open bottle. Al Smith was rather tensed and pissed to say the least, but he knew he couldn't afford to reprimand Knox, given the man's prowess and reputation with the GOP.

"Alright, fuckin hell." Smith then turned to face Earl. "You can tell your brother that I heed his words to reintegrate the nation back in whole. But I need his word too that he'll accept further possibilities for this "All-American" coalition if the commies are still having us on the run." Smith then told him.

[Union Princes]

"And for God's sake the last thing the American people need is the perception of a low-functioning drunkard running what remains of the union!" Knox then threw the bottle onto the ground, allowing its alcoholic contents to stain the floor as it poured out the open bottle. Al Smith was rather tensed and pissed to say the least, but he knew he couldn't afford to reprimand Knox, given the man's prowess and reputation with the GOP.

"Alright, fuckin hell." Smith then turned to face Earl. "You can tell your brother that I heed his words to reintegrate the nation back in whole. But I need his word too that he'll accept further possibilities for this "All-American" coalition if the commies are still having us on the run." Smith then told him.

Earl Long felt quite proud of himself. He secured mutual trust between the AFP and the R-D coalition in a coordinated effort to take out the rogue states and ensure that stability for the Union continues for November 3rd. "Don't worry a single thing, Mr. President," Earl assures Al Smith, "My brother, Huey, will be pleased to hear that the Federal government has fianlly took a stance."

---

June 13th

This day of June will go down as one of the most bizarre moments in American history. Through Huey's blessing, Major General Fox Conner lead a small AFP Minutemen army of over 3,000 Minutemen, 300 Silver Legionnaires, and a few dozen KKK volunteers from Kansas while his friend, Lieutenant Colonel George S. Patton Jr, took command of 500 Mounted Minutemen who had stylized themselves similar to Teddy's Rough Riders. The enemy was clear, but their allies? Completely unheard of.

Thanks to the shrewd diplomacy by Huey and Earl Long, the Minutemen were fighting alongside Federal troops, NRA Red Guards, and the NOI Fruit of Islam. To say there were confusion and hostility was an understatement. Everyone saw each other as revolutionaries, reactionaries, traitors, and everything in between. Through Fox Conner's rank and Patton's hot temper, the Minutemen contemptuously held an uneasy alliance with the Red Guards and the Fruit of Islam. Even in the chaos of the 20th centiry, Lincoln's words still rang true among the Americans: A house united against itself shall not stand.

Though, that didn't stop the grumbling of some Silver Legionnaires and the rascist remarks from the KKK volunteers. But upon hearing that Eisenhower was chosen to lead the federal troops, Major General Conner traveled to his base to have a chat with his old friend, leaving Patton to drill the Minutemen in preparation. The last thing Conner heard from Patton was him roaring at a couple KKK members of accusing black revolutionaries as "Un-American."

"Did you two idiots forget who we're fighting here?" Patton slapped the KKK volunteer with his glove. "If those Reds are Un-American, what in the damn hell are we supposed to call the godforsaken Spartacists? This stupidity ends now!"

By the time I return, Conner thought amusingly, Patton would've taken the army to Montana, smash the iron Phalanx, and restore statehood to the Americans living there.

[Wasi State]

German Civil War
NSDAP, Das Reich, SS Divison
Thuringia-Saxony Frontline

Bombers rocked their position like weaponized earthquakes as they continued to dig deeper into the trenches to secure the border between them and the Antiradikal Pakt. "Degenerate Bastards!" Müller could only hurriedly think of off the top of his head as more debris clattered on his Stahlhelm like a dropped enamel bucket on a hill of gravel. The tension was getting to him and all he just wanted to do now was rush out of their line to slaughter the enemy outright. He was more than annoyed that they have already spent two months fighting in this Great Patriotic War of theirs for the glory of the Nazi Party, only to get immediately bogged down in this increasingly growing quagmire of a grueling fight.

"Hey Müller! Give me a hand with these jerrycans here while the bombers just passed by us!" His officer then called on him from above the trench-works.

"Yes Sir, Commandant!" Müller complied and hurried above the trenches to aid his officer in putting the jerry cans into the trenches.

"No, no don't take them all down there, we're going to have a few supply trucks come this way, with panzers." The officer then clarified.

"Panzers?" Müller replied ecstatically.

"That's right, the assault is about to commence shortly, and we're gonna kick Strasser's traitor teeth in all the way back to Bohemia." His Commandant assured him, as Panzer Is and IIs along with their supply trucks joined their frontline over the course of an hour.

As the men then assembled quickly in their window of time, one of the men then asked how they were going to keep up with their armor. "Why we're riding these bad boys into combat whether it kills you or not!" Which the Commandant then harshly responded.

Within minutes the attack begun and preceded to advance into and through enemy lines to attack Strasser's defenses in Saxony, but resistance was more than complacent to their assault. Strasser's men fought fiercely to defend against the several mile wide onslaught of mobile Nazi units, using a combination of anti-tank and artillery guns to attempt to thin out their opposition's ranks before they all engaged up close and brutal fighting.

An anti-tank round seemingly shattered the Panzer II Müller was riding on with his squad, throwing him onto the cold, hard ground. In a blood filled haze he looked up to see his surviving men on the burning panzer get torn to shreds immediately after from enemy machine gun fire that ripped through each and every one of them like rag-dolls getting chewed to bits from a blood hound going to town on them. "Fuck." Müller said weakly as he realized he took shrapnel to his gut, he was bleeding out fast, and even if he survived that he'd likely end up dying from sepsis for sure.

"Not good at all..." His vision blurred as he witnessed more fellow SS charge into Strasser's line, as he lay helplessly in a war-zone. He then heard a growing rumble, and looked up just in time to see another Panzer II roll its treads on top of his helmeted skull and...

Lets just say imagine witnessing someone opening a can of SPAM by running it over with their car.

And so Müller was crushed out of his misery by both the very literal and metaphorical weight of his own hubris.

The fight for Saxony continues on.

[Domerstresseistan]

"And for God's sake the last thing the American people need is the perception of a low-functioning drunkard running what remains of the union!" Knox then threw the bottle onto the ground, allowing its alcoholic contents to stain the floor as it poured out the open bottle. Al Smith was rather tensed and pissed to say the least, but he knew he couldn't afford to reprimand Knox, given the man's prowess and reputation with the GOP.

"Alright, fuckin hell." Smith then turned to face Earl. "You can tell your brother that I heed his words to reintegrate the nation back in whole. But I need his word too that he'll accept further possibilities for this "All-American" coalition if the commies are still having us on the run." Smith then told him.

Earl Long felt quite proud of himself. He secured mutual trust between the AFP and the R-D coalition in a coordinated effort to take out the rogue states and ensure that stability for the Union continues for November 3rd. "Don't worry a single thing, Mr. President," Earl assures Al Smith, "My brother, Huey, will be pleased to hear that the Federal government has fianlly took a stance."

---

June 13th

This day of June will go down as one of the most bizarre moments in American history. Through Huey's blessing, Major General Fox Conner lead a small AFP Minutemen army of over 3,000 Minutemen, 300 Silver Legionnaires, and a few dozen KKK volunteers from Kansas while his friend, Lieutenant Colonel George S. Patton Jr, took command of 500 Mounted Minutemen who had stylized themselves similar to Teddy's Rough Riders. The enemy was clear, but their allies? Completely unheard of.

Thanks to the shrewd diplomacy by Huey and Earl Long, the Minutemen were fighting alongside Federal troops, NRA Red Guards, and the NOI Fruit of Islam. To say there were confusion and hostility was an understatement. Everyone saw each other as revolutionaries, reactionaries, traitors, and everything in between. Through Fox Conner's rank and Patton's hot temper, the Minutemen contemptuously held an uneasy alliance with the Red Guards and the Fruit of Islam. Even in the chaos of the 20th centiry, Lincoln's words still rang true among the Americans: A house united against itself shall not stand.

Though, that didn't stop the grumbling of some Silver Legionnaires and the rascist remarks from the KKK volunteers. But upon hearing that Eisenhower was chosen to lead the federal troops, Major General Conner traveled to his base to have a chat with his old friend, leaving Patton to drill the Minutemen in preparation. The last thing Conner heard from Patton was him roaring at a couple KKK members of accusing black revolutionaries as "Un-American."

"Did you two idiots forget who we're fighting here?" Patton slapped the KKK volunteer with his glove. "If those Reds are Un-American, what in the damn hell are we supposed to call the godforsaken Spartacists? This stupidity ends now!"

By the time I return, Conner thought amusingly, Patton would've taken the army to Montana, smash the iron Phalanx, and restore statehood to the Americans living there.

As Conner's army began marching down the road into the Montana countryside, civilization would progressively turn into waste. Winding through the roads towards the Border of Montana, they knew that the Iron Phalanx will be a tough, but necessary fight to preserve America. Add on-top of that the involvement of other groups and it appears that the Iron Phalanx's invasion may be unifying, not dividing, America. Still, this was only the first day and they have yet to be confronted with Leonidas' total war.

Very close to the border crossing, the cries of a few very young ones would fill the small valley, having such an effect of anxiety on the invading forces. A thick fog that morning had descended onto the crossing. As they got closer, the crying only got louder and louder. The oldest of the six, aged seven, would be heard screaming "Mama!!! Mama!!!"

Unbeknownst to the AFP, Over 3,450 Phalanx troops led by Antiochus were absolutely silent and hidden right in the bush and the trees of both sides, guns, swords, and grenades ready, mines and booby traps armed. In absolute silence they watch from the trees and in the bushes, completely hidden and obscured by fog, the arrival of the large military group.

[New Sriker]

Montana Revolutionary Brigade HQ, Wyoming and a Few towns in Southeastern Montana
June 3rd, 1936
The Red Drums Beat

After May 12th, everything improved for the Montana Revolutionary Brigade, they were resupplied by the Central Committee and their HQ was reinforced by the 6th and 10th Red Guards alongside with the Red Guards were shipments of Weaponry, some homemade armored cars, and about 15 MG 08s which would be useful in future raids. On May 23rd the attacking force was enforced even more by a Brigade of Fruit of Islam militiamen, they were greeted with happiness by the partisans and Red Guard.

Ezekiel sat at a planning table, with him was Oliver Law and a few Officers from the Red Guard and FOI. Ezekiel pointed at the map and began to explain the plan to his fellow revolutionaries.

“The 6th and about 100 of my men will meet up with the FOI and push up to take Billings, while the 10th with the Armored cars, about 50 of my men, and a Local cell will help us take Forsyth and Miles City. Once those towns are freed we will establish defences on all three and await reinforcement from the Wyoming National Guard. Is this clear?” Asked Ezekiel, as he looked at Law and the Officers. After a bit of rambling, they all agreed to the plan.


The 6th Red Guard walked slowly through the hills, making sure not to attract any unneeded attention, after about three hours the 6th met up with the FOI. The FOI had a force of about 600 men. The Captain of the 6th explained the battle plan to the Commander of the FOI detachment, and they began to prepare the attack on Billings. The 6th alongside with the partisans flooded the town upon getting inside, taking any building they could and slowly moving up, the small garrison of about 500 Phalanx soldiers prepared to defend from the attack, while the 6th and the partisans attacked the Garrison from the front. The fighting was brutal as the Garrison had set up minor defences, but after a few shots between the 6th and the Garrison, out of nowhere the FOI flanked the garrison and managed to kill half of the garrison, the other half fled into the city hall, which after a long fight involving many grenades,The Red Guard rushed into the building shocking the defenders, after a small gunfight inside, the Battle was won. A red flag was raised on the city hall and the Red Guard alongside the FOI began to set up defences.

The 10th’s attacks would be a lot more underwhelming, as they arrived in Forsyth all they were met by was a small militia that welcomed the men and gave them a run down of events that had been happening. The small militia, the 10th, and about two of the Armed cars moved into Miles City and found most of the Garrison celebrating around a small fire, upon seeing the Garrison the cars moved in and in about 3 minutes had killed almost the entirety of Miles’s Garrison. After all three cities were cleared the Red Guard, FOI, and the Forsyth Militia cleared out the lands behind the current frontlines, in the cities, machine gun nests, barricades, sandbags, mines, and sniper nests were set up to defend from Phalanx forces. Once this was done Ezekiel grabbed a radio and called the Wyoming National Guard.

“Operation Leatherback is successful, send in your boys, we’ll end these slavers by July.” Said Ezekiel, he then radioed the National Guard garrison at Helena.

“Colonel O’Brien, Red Guard forces have secured some of the Southeast, and Wyoming’s National Guard is hopefully on their way to reinforce us, hold onto your position, we’ll be there soon. Give them Hell Colonel.” Said Ezekiel.

He then turned to the new strategy table set up at the town hall of Billings, as Ezekiel, Law and the other officers sat there they would draw out the frontlines on a map of Montana, the map showed the frontlines, where the main National Guard force is stationed, and non-Phalanx controlled towns as well as controlled ones. All of the Armored cars came out of the assaults undamaged, their forces had suffered less than 30 losses, and they had managed to capture a decent amount of enemy weapons and supplies. A red flag flew over the city hall as thousands of brave Americans were preparing to take back Montana, one piece at a time.

[Spiritual Republic of Caryton]

Deviation
May 19th, 1936

Until now, the Air Force had been strictly defensive, groups sent to patrol the extent of The Sonoran Superstate's airspace and bombers kept on standby to deter the American forces from meddling in their affairs without steep consequences. However, the Mexican ultimatum prompted Grant to sacrifice some of his offensive air capability to establish legitimacy and control over the whole of Sonora before Mexico intervened or invaded. 22 bombers were assembled alongside 10 fighter planes for what was expected to be a quick mission. At 3:00 AM sharp, the planes took off with the goal of knocking out the insurgents power centers and making the subsequent battle easier. All 32 planes would fly straight to Hermosillo, timed so the bombs would drop just as the first crack of sunlight peeked over the desert horizons, giving enough light for the bombers to see their enemy but enough darkness to where the unaware terrorists would either be asleep or just starting to gear up. The bombing was merciless: factories, suspected barracks, defensive garrisons that were mid-construction and incomplete, and even some population centers. By the end of the campaign, Hermosillo wasn't completely destroyed but had more craters than swiss cheese. Any garrisoning they had put up was all but ruined and many feared they would not have the time to entrench themselves again.

As planned, the planes split up. 5 bombers and their escort headed east, using their remaining munitions to decimate the settlements of Soyopa, Arivechi, Bacanora, Sahuaripa, San Javier, and Onavas. This would clear up the border regions for Arizonan soldiers to fill up and use later. 10 bombers and 5 escorts were sent to bomb out Ciudad Obregon, an important southern city. 5 bombers and 2 escorts would deal with the coastal twin cities of Guaymas and Enpalme, and the remaining 2 bombers and 2 escorts instead headed north, to initiate a surprise attack on Nacozari and the brunt of the organized insurgent armies from behind.

Knowing the enemy anti-air capability was minimal, these pre-emptive bombings would decimate the Southern and Eastern organized insurgent armies fighting capabilities and war production, reducing them to partisan cliques and guerrillas.

A Week of Bloodshed
May 19th - May 26th, 1936

At the border, the organized insurgents met the full brunt of the fascist Sonoran Superstate's offensive incursion force. The anarchists numerical superiority in these clashes was all but history. On May 19th, Nacozari fell despite the militants being outnumbered. The winding encirclements and support from returning aircraft only made the underprepared natives' need for supplies more dire. On May 20th, the 15th Armored Division bypassed detection and slowly swelled down the coastline with several companies of Lake Havasu infantry reinforcements, attempting the bravest encirclement attempt known to recent American history. Guaymas and Enpalme came under direct attack from these groups, after previously having been bombed. After 23 bitter hours of fighting, the cities surrendered with the surviving insurgents pulling back to the Ciudad Obregon. On May 21st, the small Arizonan Navy captured the Isla Tiburon and landed a few companies worth of marines on the Isla Lobos, just outside of one of the peninsulae adjacent to the Ciudad Obregon. On May 22nd, Arizonan soldiers captured most of the unpopulated east up to the borders, leaving Hermosillo in betwixt a pincer motion. On May 23rd, the town of Suaqui Grande fell to the 15th Armored Division as it hooked northeast towards the highway that connected directly to Hermosillo. On May 24th, the 15th had successfully encircled Hermosillo by leaving detachments of Lake Havasu City fighters in its wake across captured towns and the desert. On May 25th, the same planes from before had returned to re-bomb Hermosillo en masse. This lasted until May 26th, giving time for the Arizonans to prepare for one of their final charges in Sonora.

Battle of Hermosillo
May 27th - June 5th, 1936

Using the same strategy the planes had used, the first shots came from at night. At the loud trumpeting of several bugles, the capital of Sonora found itself surrounded by 9,000 men, 1,500 civilian militants, the entirety of the 15th Armored Division, sporadic pockets of artillery and the infamous Navajo mortars, and the occasional fluttering of the dozens of Sonoran Superstate flags over the ridge. A couple of trucks bearing anti-air guns pointed down at the city from the hills. It was obvious they were not using the flak to shoot down planes.

"Deploy chlorine!" A radioman yelled his orders from oversight. Artillerymen loaded in odd-looking canister shells and waited for the exact crack of sunrise. At the drop of a flag-bearers banner, a ripple of several dozen cannons shredded the sky open. The impacts peppered the area like popcorn in a bag. The sinister yellow-green cloud began to rise across the most populous districts of Hermosillo, and the entrenchments as well. Terrorized screams began to resound as the gas began to find its way inside houses. Machinegunners loaded in their belts and the AA cannons turned.

As soon as civilians and guerrillas alike spilled out of houses into smoggy green streets coughing and screaming, dozens upon dozens were blown apart into nothing. Snipers joined in the fun, dropping human bodies with blood red faces like fish in a barrel. Another row of chlorine shells slammed into the city, followed by yet another, making sure that as many people were covered in it and blown apart as possible. In this moment of chaos, return fire was minimal and sporadic as people desperately tried to seal buildings or cover their faces. The cannons switched to incendiaries and high-explosives, and mortars began to fire as well. The few guerrillas able to find gas masks or even just cloth masks/goggles rushed to their half blown trenches and set up their guns. To their surprise, not one soldier began to advance on them as the brutal sequence of shelling and AA fire repeated deep into the afternoon hours. Once the artillery stopped to conserve their shells, the mortars-- now able to safely get to a much closer range-- took their place.

Next evening, when the Chlorine had cleared up and the bodies of civilians and militants began to rot, is when the firefights truly began. The survivors caught wind of the advancing mortars and began to fire. A few squads were dropped, but the anarchists found themselves suppressed and in a deadly duel with several snipers. Little did they know what was coming. The thundering of horse hooves and roudy screams from both sides of nearly all of the frontal garrisons. The brunt of the cavalry and militia skirmishers swelled the first few lines of defense, firing what seemed like blatantly random weapons into position after position, sometimes with swords, axes, or bayonets drawn and deep in the bodies of those who got too close to the edges. Close quarters combat reminiscent of a pirate sword-fighting scene began and lasted for several minutes. The guerrillas had an edge on the cavalry, their anarchist experience brutalizing any who strayed too far from the group. Due to heavy casualties, the militiamen pulled back into the depopulated outskirts where they would draw away enemy fire. The guerrillas wiped their brows before a rumbling approached from dead on. 3 light tanks with an unusual nozzle approached in the midst of dead horses and mortar craters. The poor men couldn't even scream before the flamethrower tanks sprayed into their deep defenses, incinerating them in the sizzling desert sun.

A female soldier with a bazooka advanced into a burned out trench and fired into a clock tower, sending it crumbling down onto another building where machinegun fire was directed towards the militaman calvary. The brunt of the soldiers filled in the burned out husks of a garrison in the city's outskirts, and their fire pushed Hermosillo's brave defenders further south with cavalry harassing them from both east and west. Flamethrower squads and flamethrower tanks began to clear out house after house alongside infantry.

Fighting continued like this for four more days, with the guerrillas steadily losing ground due to tactics one might call genocidal. Few civilians survived, mainly those who either managed to flee in the first phase of the gas attack or those who voluntarily turned themselves over to Arizonan custody. Just as the anarchists considered a retreat, a heavy rumbling came from the south. The 15th was ascertaining its control, dozens of tanks slamming into their exposed backlines. Terrified, the insurgents cooped up in the city centre where they all surrendered on the 7th day, Hermosillo being a shell of its former self.

On June 6th, the same tactic had been used on the Ciudad Obrenga, with much earlier results.

If you can't beat 'em...
May 1st - Present

The solution to the Insurgent problem, as Timothy Grant put it, was to make sure you hoarded all the available manpower of a country, and turn the guns against the defender.

The Sonoran Volunteer Front was basically a glorified penal squad. Captured insurgents were re-educated, and held at gunpoint until they became poorly armed meat shields. Ironically fighting alongside them were a blend of Grant's sympathizers, average men and women who were tired of the anarchy, civilian anti-communists, and virtually anyone that had a gun. The object of the SVF was to gut both the guerrillas' weaponization and manpower reserves. This, combined with the fall of major cities, would break up factions that were once mighty into tiny cells that would be stomped out one by one.

As of June 7th? Their first mission? Form up on the border with Mexico and begin entrenchments and fortifications. The loyalists did so happily, the captured men at gunpoint. The aim of the game was to make it seem like the Sonoran public had abandoned Mexico and its ideals, as well as provide a meat shield until the rest of the state was captured and Timothy Grant claimed legitimacy. Aside from being a propaganda tool, the relatively depopulated states public, albeit small and wartorn, would provide a necessary boost of manpower that would make it able to fight for itself should main armies abandon it for reasons with Huey Long written all over it.

Mine-laying, booby traps, pillboxes, rudimentary trenches and even the start of some tunnels... they would be the strings of the puppet.

Coastal Batteries
La Paz, Sonoran Superstate
May 31st, 1936

Artillery cannons pointed seaward from La Paz, with Baja California's important coastal cities being fortified to what could be considered excessive proportions. Knowing Mexico's only route to Baja California was through amphibious means, the local army groups and civilian militants spent their time working on an Arizonan D-Day. They didn't have to fortify places like Tijuana, at least not yet. If Mexico had attempted something so ambitious, the Arizonans would have known long beforehand. No, what the prize worth protecting really was the Gulf of California. The Arizonan Navy was purely made of PT boats, minelayers, coastal defense craft, and small frigates. Bluewater operations would not do. However, dealing with coastal defense has always proven to be a thorn in the side when the enemy has more torpedoes on more mobile ships, supported by coastal artillery.

Timothy Grant's Public Address to North America
June 6th, 1936

In a parody of Huey Long speaking to Congress, Timothy Grant decided to go public about his views as well.

"This message, be heeded from Mexico City to Washington DC. Hermosillo has fallen. Our flag has been raised above every major city in Sonora save for one that is being conquered as we speak. Anarchy on America's borders has ended. Arizona proper is no longer the victim of disgusting communist insurgencies, drug trafficking, or illegal immigration. The trade hubs of Baja California and Baja Sur now belong to us. We are united, as a nation independent from all the failure that has brought towards our secession. Our claim over Sonora is rightful and legitimate. It is that desert which unifies us. It is that desert which brings all Arizonan culture to flourish. Arizona with a sea, Arizona with rich mines, Arizona with purpose.

Mexico was weak. America was foolish to have stopped the Mexican-American war. You have wasted your potential. The Yucatan could be English-speaking. Sonora could have brought even more wealth to the union, California could have expanded to an entirely new peninsula. Ironically, you heed the concepts of other nations surrender yet still complain when America was boxed in, its dream of manifest destiny ended. You, the American Public, defeated Santa Anna the maggot, and what do you get for it? Crime at your borders, and a communist union to your south.

America, you have failed and you have failed gravely. No amount of military intervention will undo what you've done-- or more accurately, failed to do. You've allowed a reverse racist state to occupy the whole of your industrial union. You've allowed two red nations to seize your agricultural heartland and urban areas. You've allowed mormons to temporarily seize control and reform their wild fantasy. Even if you occupy them, that moment of weakness will serve as a permanent embarrassment to be remembered throughout history.

Arizona will do what you have not done. It will carry on the legacy you failed to carry. Our namesake desert has been unified, and we ARE Sonora. The fact that you pander to the desires of Mexico - of all places, Mexico! - is horrendously grotesque. The America I was raised in would have torched Mexico City to the ground and stomped the life out of their fresh babes as revenge for even SUGGESTING such unrealistic demands. It makes sense now why we declared independence and seceded.

I warn you, all nations. You are not to infringe on our actions and our sovereignty. It will be at a cost too high for such a fractured disgrace to pay. The American Government has made the brash mistake of publicly conspiring against us, and warning us you were coming. And so we prepared. If you breach an inch of our airspace, you will say goodbye to San Francisco, Los Angeles, Salt Lake City, Las Vegas, Albuquerque, Denver, Houston, and many more due to the bombers you left behind and we have re-made and the anti-air assets being produced every day. If you breach an inch of our waters, we will cover our coasts with mines the way black pepper floats on water. If you breach an inch of our land, we will send every man, woman, and child against you. We have fortified our cities. We have raised a militia, we are training our fine patriots around a gun, and even crude melee weapons should you somehow disarm us. We will send schoolchildren with spears at your bases. We will throw infants strapped with incendiaries down your tank hatches, we will make roadblocks of our dying elderly. Our women will snipe you and unleash chemicals you've not seen since the Great War. The f*cking Navajo on our reservations will resort to using bows and arrows if they must! Of course, the same warning goes for Mexico should they ever somehow breach Arizonan borders. If you conquer us, you depopulate us down to the last man!

Summer is coming. We will leave you to die on a grave of cacti in sizzling 120 degree heat.

The gall of the foreign world, to imply action against us, despite siding with the universal enemy. You are all hypocrites, and we are the last vestiges of the true patriot way."

The speech ends with Grant audibly foaming at the mouth, and a raging crowd chanting incomprehensible slogans. The broadcast ends with a playing of the Sonoran Superstate's anthem, which is a modified version of the Arizona March.

tune

"Come to this land of sunshine,
Glory and life stand strong and young!
Where the wide, wide world is waiting,
For the future that will be brung!

Where the golden sun is flaming
Into warm, white, shining day,
And the sons of men are blazing
Their priceless right of way!

Follow our great, splendid leader!
Follow the great Southwest,
Follow our great Third Position!
The Party's vision which brings forth our best!

For thy beauty and thy grandeur,
For thy regal robes so sheen.
We hail thee Arizona
Our goddess and our queen!"

[Monsone]

Stalin's Office
The Kremlin, Moscow

Stalin had just returned from lunch and was heading up to his office. He thought nothing of the better as he walked to his office, and entered the room. And suddenly Stalin found himself face to face with Sigmund Freud. Freud just stared at the startled Stalin. Meanwhile Stalin began to backtrack out of his office.

"Mr. Stalin, there is no need to leave." Freud told Stalin in German.

"What are you doing in my office?!" Stalin asked in suprisingly good German.

"Molotov asked me to talk with you. To see if you are mentally sound." Freud replied quite bluntly as Stalin got a bit enraged.

"I am mentally sound!" Stalin shouted at Freud.

"Well your recent actions would suggest otherwise. now, we've got five hours together before I must return to Vienna, so let's make the most of the time." Freud replied curtly and fimly as Stalin sighed and took a seat.

"You want to know why I act this way? You truly do?" Stalin asked as Freud smiled.

"Yes. Tell me it all. Every last detail." Freud replied with a grin.

"It's my mother." Stalin said seriously. "I haven't seen here since 1918. I havevn't been to Georgia since 1918. And it's not for a lack of trying. I fear my mother won't live much longer. I wish to see her one more time. I wish to make peace with people before they die for once. First my two wives, then Genrikh, and I couldn't fathom not being at peace with my mother. Ammending everything before she dies." Was Stalin's very brutal and upfront explination of his troubles.

"And tell me about your wives and this Genrikh." Freud demanded.

"My first wife isn't relevant." Stalin snapped back.

"And how about your second?" Freud asked.

"Alliluyeva. She..." Stalin stuttered. "She was my life. I miss her dearly. And I blame myself for what happened to her." Stalin said as tear began to form around his eyes. "And that is why I must see my mother one last time. All my decisions are leading to that goal, the goal of retaking the Don, the Southern Caucasus, and the Northern Caucasus."

"I see." Freude remarked.

"And is that it?" Stalin asked.

"No, we're merely getting started." Freud responded as Stalin's face contorted in horror.



Izhevsk

Tukachevsky was observing the city. After years of not being under Soviet control, the city once again was. And with Izhevsk being the last of the main armories of Russia of old, now the three key arms production centers of Russia where under Soviet control. Already after only a mere two months under Soviet control was Izhevsk churning out rifles, pistols, machine guns, and other armaments. It had been the case across the USSr that new factories popped up in newly anexed territories. In fact, in Chelyabinsk, Sverdlovsk, and Magnitogorsk, vast industrial complexes where being set up. It was planned that by 1937 many of these factories would be up and running. And with them, the USSr would become an industrial power.

"Beautiful isn't it sir?" A soldier asked Tukachevsky.

"Certainly. Just wait untill all of Russia is ours. Then, the beauty will be even greater." Tukachevsky replied.

"It will be, sir." The soldier answered as a riverboat navigated up the Izh river in the foreground, a Soviet flag fluttering in the spring dusk from a flag pole.



Soviet Government Telegrams

To: The Foreign Ministry of the NSRS
From: The Soviet Ministry of Foreign Affairs and Relations

To whom it may concern,

Though our two nations have had their dissagreements and occasionally conflicts, it is the firm stance of the Soviet government that those times must be put behind as to progress in this ever dangerous modern world. While our two governments may continue to be at odds at times, it doesn't mean better cooperation and economic ties shouldn't be strived for.

If your nations is willing, a Soviet delegation could be sent to discuss trade, security, land claims, and anything else desired by your government.

Sincerely,
Maxim Litvinov
Ministr of Foreign Affairs and Relations

To:The US State Department
From:The Soviet Ministry of Foreign Affairs and Relations

To whom it may concern,

It is not often that crimes as grave as those commited by seperatist groups in the USA occur. But when they do, they leave a scar. The violence in the USA is not condoned by the Soviet government in any shape way for form. It should also be noted that the American Communist Party is not opperating under Soviet auspices.

The Soviet government has requested the purchase of medical technology, scientific textbooks, and other assorted goods from the USA. If possible, the Soviet Union would like to aquire said goods, with the consent of the American government. A full list of goods will be sent so it may be aproved by your government.

Sincerely,
Maxim Litvinov
Ministr of Foreign Affairs and Relations

[Aserais]

June 7th, 1936

America had been warned.

Arizona had been warned.

And in response, the fascist Grant had threatened to strap grenades to infants and shove them into tanks in order to stop the rightful reclamation of Mexican territory, and said that in order to take their land back, they would need to depopulate the entire state of Arizona.

The Mexican people, Communists and dissenters alike, recoiled at the implication of mass murder that this fascist proclaimed as a natural consequence of stopping his murderous campaign through Mexican territories--and then roared in answer, fire in their eyes and rage in their hearts. The volunteers for the People's Army skyrocketed, tens of thousands streaming to every recruitment center in Mexico, swearing to fight against the fascist menace to the last. Artillery pieces that had been set in place over a month ago and hidden in the winding canyons and mountainous desert of the northwestern territories rolled out of their hiding places and took aim at Sonora, flinging shell after shell into the newly constructed defenses along the border, prioritizing what anti-air defenses had been scouted out.

Train after train unloaded hundreds of thousands of troops in Chihuahua and Sinola, alongside tanks and trucks that immediately began trundling off as soon as they had been loaded up, carrying Mexican soldiers to the border in order to strike at the entrenchments that were currently being shelled into oblivion by a series of 155 and 152mm guns.

Up and down the entire border of Sonora, tanks and trucks poured across the hastily-constructed defenses. Furious firefights broke out in Navajoa and Obregon as the conscripted penal force, held at gunpoint and hesitant to fire upon their countrymen even then, were confronted by the full might of the organized, professional soldiery of the People's Army. The fighting was, initially, ferocious as their Arizonan slave drivers threatened them with death if they did not fight--however, as the fighting pushed into the cities and resistance turned into isolated pockets, the penal squads tended to turn on their leash holders and surrender without much of a fight, not willing to die or continue killing their countrymen for the sake of white supremacist invaders who viewed them as subhuman.

Hundreds of fighters and bombers launched from makeshift air fields in the desert, emblazoned with the golden eagle of the RSM superimposed over a red star. Pilots of La Fuerza Aérea Popular flew rotating bombing runs, avoiding the areas of the heaviest anti-air defense and focusing on establishing air superiority over the scorched desert of Sonora.

Three carrier groups steamed up from the southern half of Mexico, escorting hundreds of troop transports carrying tens of thousands of troops that had been building up at ports along Mexico's west coast for a month now. Minesweepers went out ahead of them to detonate or disarm the costal minefields that had been set up by the Arizonans. Submarines went with them, running silently as they could to avoid detection by what few naval forces the Sonoran Superstate could bring to bear.

One of the heavy cruisers in the 2nd Pacific Carrier Group, the ARSM Calles took a torpedo from a Sonoran submarine which pierced its hull and detonated the powder magazine, causing the vessel to leap out of the water in a spray of water and flame before slowly sinking into the Pacific. That submarine was targeted and destroyed by one of Mexico's only moments later, and the patrol boats and submarines hightened their alert as they approached their initial target

Landing craft were lowered into the water as multiple wings of aircraft took off from the carriers and flew towards the defenses, dropping hundreds of bombs on the entrenched AA despite taking numerous losses. Fighters provided close air support, strafing the beach defenses, even as the battleships began lobbing shells at the entrenchments from 12 kilometers out to sea.

The landing craft plowed through the calm waters of the Pacific and into a stream of machinegun and artillery fire. At least five craft succumbed to underwater mines, and a few hundred soldiers were shot, shelled, and shrapneled to death before they ever reached shore--but they did reach the shoreline. Ramps fell down into the sand, and soldiers poured out with war cries on their lips, firing into the line of defenses that the Arizonans had set up. Roughly 16,000 men landed at Cabo San Lucas, and over the course of the day 1,456 of that number fell to Arizonan bullets and shells--but the city was taken despite the cost. Those that surrendered were taken without complaint, and those that refused were slaughtered to the last man.

Every patrol boat, submarine, destroyer and heavy cruiser that Mexico had brought spread out around the battleships and carriers, steadfastly patrolling the waters and leveling their guns at any Sonoran naval assets that dared to approach, establishing naval superiority around the tip of Baja California even as the People's army pushed ever deeper into Sonora.

Speech by Miguel Rivera, June 7th, 1936

A moment of silence as the radio crackles to life, proclaiming an announcement from El Secretario Rivera.

"July 6th, 1936--this was the day that Timothy Grant declared war on La República Socialista de México. This fascist, this piece of subhuman filth, has dared to invade the fatherland and claim its people and resources as his own. He has enslaved the Méxican people in Sonora, and threatened to drown them in the blood of their children. He has engaged in perfidious chemical warfare, such as has not been seen outside the killing fields of the European continent, against civilians and non-combatants. He has besmirched the good name of México and said that, had he his way, he would burn México City to the ground. He has claimed that the desert gives his people strength, and that he will see us die on a grave of cacti in 120 degree heat.

The people of México know this heat better than him, however. The people of México were forged in that heat. The people of México fought and bled in that heat long before the American Imperialists stole that land from us. Our ancestors fought the Conquistadores in that heat, in the desert and mountains, until the last of them had succumbed to the filthy diseases brought from the European continent and could fight no longer. The desert is not unfamiliar to us, as Señor Grant seems to believe. That desert is our home, our crucible. Its cacti nourished our bodies, its underground water reservoirs quenched our thirst, its snakes and rodents filled our bellies. Its heat made us strong.

After the collapse of 1925, the Méxican people were fractured, and over the last decade we have been slowly united and made strong through the ideals of the revolution. This revolution spread beyond the fatherland, and inspired the peoples of Columbia and Venezuela to join our great nation, and united the fractured peoples of central america through fire and blood. Now, when we look to finally reunite our people under one banner, we are spat at by this.... paper tiger, as our Chinese friends would say.

He thinks to frighten us by means of threats and dishonorable tactics. He thinks that he is dealing with the Mexico of years past, one rife with corruption and crime, unable to unite against a common enemy, technologically and culturally backward.

He is sorely mistaken.

Mexico has emerged from the forge of this last decade as a superpower, a strong, scientifically advanced nation of equals, united by the ideals of the revolution brought to us by Comrade Trotsky. He does not face a paltry force of peasants under the direction of an aristocrat, but a modern fighting force united by their love of the fatherland and fury at his underhanded methods and brash disregard of the might of La República Socialista de México. We, the people, shall show him just how mistaken he is. And while, currently, we have no plans to advance into Arizona proper, allow me to offer this warning to the United States of America:

Reign in your rabid dog, or we shall put it down."

The speech was ended to the sound of thunderous applause, and a brass band struck up the anthem as the radio slowly played out to the Mexican National anthem.

Mexicanos, al grito de guerra
El acero aprestad y el bridón
Y retiemble en sus centros la tierra.
Al sonoro rugir del cañón.

Ciña ¡oh patria! tus sienes de oliva
De la paz el arcángel divino
Que en el cielo tu eterno destino
Por el dedo de dios se escribió.
Más si osare un extraño enemigo
Profanar con su planta tu suelo
Piensa ¡oh patria querida! que el cielo
Un soldado en cada hijo te dio.
Mexicanos, al grito de guerra
El acero aprestad y el bridón
Y retiemble en sus centros la tierra.
Al sonoro rugir del cañón.

[Dahyan]

The Nation of Islam

Near Billings, Montana
June 5th, 1936

"Come out with your hands on your head!" Captain Brandon yelled once again towards the shed.

A group of half a dozen Fruit of Islam surrounded the barn in rural Montana in which they had trapped a small detachment of Iron Phalanx fascists.
Search-and-destroy operations had been carried out around the town since the Liberation of Billings by the hands of the PRA, Montana partisans and FOI militias two days hence. It had been a tough, but rewarding work. Every dead fascist was one less slaver left on the planet, and God willing one step closer to the liberation of the Black race of America.

No response was forthcoming from the shed in front of them. After about ten seconds, a loud crack of gunfire sounded, accompanied by some shouting in Greek which Brandon could only assume was some sort of battle cry. The Captain sighed and turned to the soldier on his left.

"Do it."

At the flick of his hand, the FOI troopers opened fire on the barn from all sides, while an assault trooper armed with a Thompson submachine gun quickly made his way to one of the windows. Covered by the suppressing fire, he reached the opening and chucked in a grenade.
A loud blast ripped through the shed, followed by groans of pain and the death throes of the mortally wounded.

"Captain! We have two captives."

Two men in bizarre outfits were dragged from the barn, bleeding profusely from shrapnel and bullet wounds.

Captain Brandon cocked his M1917 revolver, looking down on the men with steely determination.

"I am Captain Brandon Khalid from the Nation of Islam, Toussaint Louverture Brigade. You are hereby taken prisoner by the Nation, and I advise you to cooperate with our demands."

One of the men, suffering from shrapnel to the gut, somehow managed to try spit at the FOI officer, although he missed by a long shot. Without even blinking, the Captain shot him straight through the head, to the horror of the other Spartan.

"Take the other one back to Billings. He will talk, if he knows what's good for him."

The unit returned to Billings, the recently liberated town swarming with Red Guards, Revolutionary Brigades and Fruit of Islam paramilitaries. Heavily barricaded and fortified streets and town houses served as barracks and officer mess halls. The former mayor's residence had been rearranged as a field HQ of the Fruit of Islam, the NOI flag waving proudly on the rooftops.

Six hundred FOI guerillas had participated in the Battle for Billings. Although casualties were suffered, new reinforcements of another 900 troops were arriving in the town at the very moment, hailing from the Minneapolis training camp. Several thousands more were being drilled and mustered out across the country, although only select expeditionary forces were being sent to Montana. After all, the preservation of the Union in Montana wasn't exactly the Nation of Islam's main priority. These well-armed and dedicated forces would one day, God willing, serve a far greater cause...

Official Communiqué from the Supreme Minister of the Nation of Islam
To: El Secretario Miguel Rivera, General Secretary of the Communist Party of Mexico and Leader of the Socialist Republic of Mexico

Honourable Comrade,

The Nation of Islam (NOI) has with growing interest witnessed the solidarity the Socialist Republic of Mexico (RSM) has displayed with revolutionary forces across the globe, as well as your keen and uncompromising dedication to the ideals of national sovereignty and the fight against imperialism.

We, as the Nation of Islam, share a similar dedication to freedom and liberation: the liberation of the Black race of America from the chains of four hundred years of slavery and oppression. We seek to establish a nation of our own on American soil, preferably peacefully but through legitimate self-defence measures if necessary. As you may guess, this has made us a target of the increasingly fascist tendencies that have been displayed by the ruling classes of the United States of America.

We have established cordial relations with both the New Revolutionary Party and the Communist Party of the USA, both movements very much known to you I'm sure. And these cooperations have greatly benefited out position on the field, both politically and militarily. However, due to the present-day uncertain political climate and the need of the African people to defend themselves if need be, we would like to also agree on cooperation with the RSM.

Concretely, we suggest an arms deal between the RSM and the Nation of Islam, in which weaponry could be sold to our militia, the Fruit of Islam (FOI) for our self-defence in case of any escalating conflict. In return, the Nation will offer political and moral support to the efforts of the RSM to liberate all legitimately Mexican territory, including Sonora, as well as the liberation of Panama from US imperialist control. If and when, God willing, the Nation of Islam achieves the goals of independence and statehood for the Black race of America, we shall establish close and cordial relations with the Socialist Republic of Mexico at once.

We send you our deepest regards, and may God's blessings be upon you and your country.

Elijah Muhammad
Supreme Minister of the Nation of Islam

[Plzen]

The world outside may still have continued to burn, but in the small yet tastefully decorated cafe in a poorly-known turn of Kanslergade, there was still tea and coffee, still sitting in the same boxes that they sat in five months ago during their last meeting. Stauning and Andersson sat again in the State Minister's favourite table, just under the second window from the door. The same regular customers drinking their same regular evening beverages listened in to the same DR newscaster's voice blaring out through the blown out speakers of the same ten-year-old radio sitting on the bar.

The contents of the news, however, did definitely change over the months. Today the war news depicting scenes of terror and destruction came from the United States, not the Russian splinter states.

"Americans," John noted. Thorvald simply nodded. There was no need for more words when both men knew exactly what sentiment was being conveyed.

The United States has once been the beacon of stability in the western world. When the European great powers were tearing each other apart in bloody, expensive, and indecisive war, the United States sat on their safe haven beyond the Atlantic, making their vast war industry, population, and natural resources available to the Entente but never quite committing to the war the way nations closer to the front had to. The way even the Scandinavian nations did before the formation of the Northern Council, despite them not actually being at war.

Until the 1925 crash...

The State Minister wondered if Americans now viewed Europe the way Europe viewed America a mere fifteen years ago. Compared to the extremist ideologies and the sheer defiance of civilised norms that was consuming the American west today, even the German and Russian civil wars looked very tame and unremarkable indeed.

"Still, a choice, for us as well as for them: Islam," Andersson asked, seemingly out of the blue for all that any outside observer would be able to tell but with implications that only the two men seated there understood, "or the NRP?"

"Not our problem," Stauning responded. "South Jutland and Karelia," he reminded.

John Andersson of SAC Syndikalisterna, again visiting Copenhagen and his old friend for a cup of something warm, did in all fairness mull over the State Minister's suggestion. Yes, those were both concerns, he felt, but the NSRS risked losing control of the big picture if it got bogged down too much with minor frontier issues. Still, it wasn't a hill he was going to die on. Maybe the SAC would be registering a formal protest at the next Council session, but over a friendly cup of coffee... well, this was just for the exchange of ideas, not debate.

"Mmh," he eventually mumbled, not quite agreeing but moving on nonetheless. "Soviet offer," he jested, reminding the State Minister of the other upcoming issue. Then a slight chuckle.

No fool, old Thorvald. He got the point immediately, smiling, and the State Minister of the NSRS nodded in agreement. "Probably."

"Can't stand alone forever," the SAC representative again argued. "Soviets. German response. Possibly even the Royal Navy?"

It was the State Minister's turn to mull over his friends' words in a moment if silence. These certainly were interesting times, State Minister Stauning felt. It seemed, perhaps it was just a man's mind playing tricks with the overemphasis of recent events, but it really did seem that more happened in the five and a bit months of the year to date than happened since the Kanslergade Agreement to the beginning of this year. Still, though... it certainly was a big risk, doing what they did and potentially provoking a German response, but Thorvald for one felt that it was a necessary, justified, and calculated risk. It was unlikely that the Anti-Radical Pact in Germany would be particularly willing to open up another front in the north, when they were already embattled against communists and fascists across half their country and the NSRS Army was still fresh from its many years of peace.

"Not anytime soon" Stauning concluded, shrugging. "Besides, Poland. Their Confederation. Maybe more."

"America," interrupted Andersson, nodding in suggestion and bringing the conversation back to their original topic, and the dire events that the talking heads at the DR was announcing over the radio.

Thorvald sighed. This was an old dispute, reheated over the fire in yet another form. First Russia, then Germany... to a certain extent, the SAC's suggestions towards intervention in those crises may have been reasonable. Both countries were busy fighting a civil war, and their ability to prosecute aggressive foreign policy objectives heavily curtailed. Both countries had governments of questionable legitimacy and stability. Both countries have been weakened through decades of chaos and strife. The United States, on the other hand... the United States was still possessed of a strong federal government and, if the effectiveness of that government was doubted from time to time, most of even the radical parties of the populated east coast seemed to still be standing firmly behind the American idea, in deed if not necessarily in words. There were limits to what the NSRS should do. There were limits to what the NSRS could do.

The State Minister of the NSRS again shook his head. "Too much risk," he argued. "Too many things that can go wrong. Probably beyond our capabilities. No need, in our position."

"Mmh," John simply responded, disappointed, as another mouthful of coffee disappeared from his raised cup. But he couldn't stand leaving without a parting comment. "For now."

[Sarderia]

THE CONFEDERATION OF THREE

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Donetsk
Unorganized Territorry, Eastern Ukraine
9th of March, 1936

Kaledin looked at the Old Man, then to his partner, and chuckled. Livytskyi shared his laugh as well. "Old Man," Kaledin said to the Cossack, "I am Kaledin. Hetman of the Don Cossacks. I crossed the frozen plains of the Donbass in the Great March, leading my people, my troops, my horses and my cattle towards salvation. You, who refused to join us, stayed with the rabble of Nestor Makhno; while I applaud his ideals, it was frankly impossible to implement. Look where it got you. Even your city is divided."

"And now you seek to challenge me in the one thing I excels the most, horse-riding?" Kaledin chuckled. "Mount your goddamned horse now. Bozhe moi, I have plenty a business to attend after this.. make it quick, old man! Or are you so full of vodka and borscht, that even your horse wouldn't know what direction you'd ride her to?"

---

Tolstoy Palace
Odessa, Federal Capital
April 1936

"Mr Chairman," the Belarusian Jan Sierada adressed. Beside him the Ukrainian Prime Minister, Vynnchenko, gave a simple military salute towards him. Śmigły smiled a bit, and gestured for the two heads of government to sit again. "Our comrade, Prime Minister Piłsudski, is leading an armed delegation to Germany as of now. His mission would be to bring the whole of East- Polish lands under our control. We also expect him to meet with the leader of Berlin and the NSDAP commanders in Bavaria later... after Poland has been secured."

"That is good to know, Chairman," Vynnchenko stated. "However, there is an extremely important, pressing matter that I want to discuss." Śmigły scoffed. "Is this something related to the USSR? Problems with this new... Russian state can wait. They are already engaged in multiple rebellions and bloodshed within their own cities."

"We have news that Kolchak and Kerensky, leaders of White Russia, are captured in their buildings. Whatever Stalin's intentions with them is currently not clear. However, we hope we can expect significant revolts in... well, the White Russia that Stalin had so swiftly executed their leaders," Sierada stated. "Whatever the outcome is, the USSR would be beset by a major civil conflict for the next years to come..."

"...and we, I mean Sierada and my government, has mobilized the Belarusian and Ukrainian militias to Luhansk to capture the city. I am terribly sorry that we do not consult this with you first, Chairman. But this is an important opportunity that we don't want to be passed," Vynnchenko said. Śmigły was, practically fuming. His cheeks turned red, he slammed the table and shouted.

"We are a Confederation! I cannot, do not, and honestly would never expect you to do such drastic measures... as this! I am all for reconquering the rest of Ukraine, South Russia of we must, but you are expected to favor some semblance of coordination!" He pointed his finger at the two Prime Ministers. "How many regiments did you sent?"

"Five, Chairman, four horses and one mechanized. SC-7 tanks, not the 7TP," Sierada said, while Vynnchenko nodded. "We can still recall them if you want, but... they're on their way nonetheless."

Śmigły took a deep gulp of aVodka he poured to his glass. "I want all statistics of this regiment available on my office immediately after this meeting... and I want the General Chief of Staff, Tymoshenko, present in my office afterwards. What was done is done. Actually... this could well be a chance to send in more troops..."

"I'd advise you so," Sierada answered, "but to be sure, we could call for an immediate General Assembly session tomorrow, to discuss sending a full invasionary force to the Donbass."

"Understandable, Prime Ministers," Śmigły stated. "I expect you to join me at the General Assembly tomorrow. Meanwhile, I must address the matter of this... expeditionnary force first, so I bid you good morning."

---

Bromberg
Polish Independence Movement, Former German Empire
29th of April, 1936

THe city of Bromberg, or Bydgoszcz in Polish, had been the capital of the fledgling Polish Front, an independence movement formerly running underground activities with covert Confederation help - and now, managed to gain control of the largely Polish-inhabited city, as well as the whole Kuyavian-Pomeranian region of the former German Empire. The Polish socialist politician and activist, Jędrzej Moraczewski, took the new independence movement's administration, and unilaterally declared a Polish state in the former German territorry. Immediately after the breakout of the war, Polish Prime Minister Jozef Piłsudski met with Moraczewski - confirming the Confederation's support in terms of giving ammunitions, weapons, as well as armoured vehicles with Confederation-trained crews covertly - as the non-interference doctrine of Confederation foreign policy prohibits the state from directly supporting the independence movement with military action.

Tens of thousands of Confederation workers, nurses, doctors, and engineers flocked into Bromberg - most of them Polish in ethnicity, under the pretext of humanitarian help. In reality, these professional workers helped laid the foundation of an effective, working government for the Independence Movement, as well as transporting Confederation weapons - as well as contrabands - back and forth through the border. Initially, the Confederation asked for all important German military as well as technological intelligence, such as designs of machines, weapon blueprints, and everything else - from the simple machinery techniques to designs of weapons - as well as German professionals fleeing the war to be transported into the Confederation. Tens of German planes landed on Lodz and Warsaw; some of them piloted by Air Force mutineers who wanted to avoid the war, some others refugees rich enough or important enough to afford passage into the Confederation. Of course, the Confederation accepted them all; even setting up refugee camps near the border to house Germans, providing aid such as food, medical equipment, and temporary tent-homes for ethnic Germans and Poles alike.

Meanwhile, Piłsudski sent one of his most important subordinates - Brigadier General Tadeusz Kutrzeba of the Polish Army, part of the Confederation Armed Forces, to the Antiradikal Pakt to meet with their leader, Friedrich Paulus. Kutrzeba, who carried Confedertion official diplomatic paraphernalia signifying his official status as a state envoy, landed on Berlin the following day. His mission is to negotiate the Polish Independence Movement's integration into the Confederation - and God willing, a lasting peace between Germany and the Confederation.

---

Luhansk
Unorganized Territorry, Eastern Ukraine
30th of April, 1936

Five regiments - four cavalry, consisting each of about two thousand men with horses, carts, machine guns and artilleries, and one mechanized with about ninety SC-7 tanks, entered the outskirts of Luhansk in the middle of the night. The PZL P.11 aircrafts flew overhead, heralding the Confederation Army's arrival, while horsemen with the tryzub blue-and-yellow banner surrounded the city. The regiments stopped at the bank of the Luhan river, not too far - probably only 40 kilometres or a little further from Luhansk's outskirts. They camped in the plain for the night. In the distance, a column of riders - not different from the one that heralded the Confederation's arrivalin Donetsk, rode out from the massed camp, flying the blue-and-yellow tryzub banner, the dark blue, yellow and red Don Cossack flag, and a large white banner signifying peace.

"Halt!" a defender of Luhansk said. Whatever remained of the former Cossack force that owned Luhansk before the city fell into Makhno's Black Guards seemed to have survived the calamity, and now has taken a role in administering the city once again. "Explain yourself!"

The column's leader, a middle-aged man wearing an ushanka, with a large moustache, brought his horse forwards. "Privyet," he hailed Luhansk's troops. "Greetings to you from Afrikan Petrovich Bogaewsky, Colonel of the Confederation Army. Before I served with my comrades in this military... I was the right-hand of Pyotr Krasnov... Ataman of the Don Cossacks in Novocherkassk... we moved west of the Dnieper in the Great March." He smiled to the man. "My brothers, I did not come to bring war, nor do I wish to fight you all. I only ask for a simple, humble request. Brother, I wish for a meeting with your leader."

"You said that you came in peace, yet you brought your tanks, your horses, these planes and all, right in front of my home's doorstep," the guard said. "How can I trust you?"

Bogaewsky dismounted, and handed up his Kbk wz.29 rifle to the guard. "As I said," Bogaewsky stated, reaching for his revolver, "I come in peace. These are my weapons, I entrust them to you." Bogaewsky gave the revolver, and a combat knife, to the guard. He seems to be relented. "Alright. Follow me." However, the guard aimed his rifle again at the column of riders when they moved forward. "Only you," he pointed at Bogaewsky.

They walked past the city, which Bogaewsky noticed, was in the state of declining. Hundreds of homes lay in disrepair, while the ones that were still standing, often had several parts missing or broken. The roads were full of potholes - Bogaewsky was glad the expeditionnary forces halted outside the city, because if they were to enter, most of the tanks and cars would've been stuck. There are almost no civillian population to be seen, only Cossack guards and the occassional babushka strolling the streets. "Bozhe moi... what happened here?"

"We have three vagrand groups marching to this city over last month," the guard answered. "At first I thought your lot was just another of such bands. But you came with tanks and planes. No one former Black Guard troops owned tanks."

"Did the Bolsheviks ever happened to come down here as well?" Bogaewsky asked.

"The Bolsheviks... they never gave a single damn about us. They're content for us to kill each other, and then strike when we lost everything." The guard frowned. They had walked for about fifteen minutes, until they finally arrived at the St. Vladimir Cathedral - the only grandiose building that remained out of Luhansk's largely desolate landscape. The guard, with whom Bogaewsky had walked with, pointed him to enter the Cathedral. A column of armoured guards, each holding rifles pointed at him greeted Bogaewsky's entrance. Before the altar stood Maria Nikiforova - which Bogaewsky recognized as Nestor Makhno's right-hand during the Civil War - her eyes stern, gazing on him. Bogaewsky bowed slightly out of respect, and then raised his hand.

"MIlady!" he shouted. "Greetings from Afrikan..."

"Shut your greetings up," Nikiforova replied. "Give me one reason I should not flick my fingers and fill your body with holes, and turn it to a sponge, immediately. You dare to bring a full host of horseman, and armour - tanks and planes - towards my city?" She raised a sabre towards him.

"Pyotr Krasnov would've wanted to take this city by force," Bogaewsky replied. "But he is not here. I am not Krasnov. I am here... proposing peace, and stability, food and grain for your people... coal and wood for their hearths, and a truly living city once again."

Nikiforova scoffed at him. "White lies you told your troops. Trying to act a fucking noble - that's what you are, don't you? A noble, within the Tsarist regime?"

"If you consider my father having a decent, little stanitsa to be the village chief of, I am a noble," Bogaewsky chuckled. "That is, until the Bolsheviks razed the settlement and torched our cattle. They took our young, and most of the guards, the old they left to me to fed. And that fate, Maria, is the one that awaits you should you refuse me as well. Let us discuss this... somewhere, more private, shall we?"

"No. I am one with my people. If we are to talk, then let them hear all of it," Nikiforova responded. "You act like you're any better. What are you going to do, anyways? Using this city as just another stepping stone towards conquering the Don? The Volga?"

"More than that," Bogaewsky answered. "Actually, you insult me by assuming that. Let me remind you that I had this city for a year, until Makhno's forces prompted mine to retreat into Rostov... and then, returning back west. The Don Cossacks must never stay divided. This is our country... our state. It is our destiny to remain united," he gazed at the guards surrounding him, "... ride the plains once more, hunt, hawk, and shepherd, without any fear of disturbance.. without any fear of God-damned Bolsheviks constantly looming upon our stanitsas. That is trivial... for you, as well as for me."

The discussion continued back and forth between Nikiforova and Bogaewsky; upon the morrow, it has been settled with the formal annexation of Luhansk into the Confederation. The Don People's Republic was proclaimed - with Nikiforova being the temporary Prime Minister, waiting for Pyotr Krasnov's arrival the next morning, so that the administrative issues could be resolved responsibly, and a temporary government - based off Luhansk - could lay claim to the entire Don region, and Southern Russia by extension, in the name of the Confederation. At May Day, in front of Nikiforova's guards, and the Confederation Army units present in front of the Cathedral, Bogaewsky gave a rousing speech that celebrates the Socialist ideals and the unity of the Don Cossacks as a whole. A loud thunder of claps - and men chanting Cossack hymns - followed his speech.

---

Rostov-on-Don
Unorganized Territorry, Southern Russia
10th of May, 1936

The planes had been whirling above Rostov for a week; spreading pro-Confederation propagandas, leaflets, and posters above the city. Most of them depicted the picture of Kaledin, and Ataman Krasnov besides him, hand-in-hand carrying the banner of the Don Cossacks - mounted on a horse, with sables in hand, arms raised with the words "Cossacks, Free and Stronger Together". Luhansk fell into the Confederation just a week before; and hordes of Don and Zaporizhian Cossacks, both from Luhansk and from the Dnieper, marched even closer to the city, day by day. It is expected of the Rostov goverment, divided as they are, to join the Confederation - after all, the former leaders of Rostov, which fought with the Don Cossack host and the White Army both, had returned - apparently to "safeguard" the region against Bolshevik invasion.

Or so the Confederation leaders thought. Nonetheless, not all propaganda are effective. Confederation itnelligence and spies reported that two major factions in Rostov now controlled each halves of the city; the former White Army of Anton Denikin, which wanted to maintain Rostov's status quo as the last major independent White Army city on Southern Russia - and the Cossacks, which yearned for reunification with their long-lost brothers and once-leaders Atamans Krasnov and Kaledin. With the column of cavalry and SC-7 tanks drawing near - even more, supported by the PZL P.11 aircrafts hovering across the plains - tension within the city is brewing.

[Domerstresseistan]

June 6th, 1936

Leonidas knew of many of the so-called "silent" troop movements made by the coalition. His Krypteria Agents, ever so loyal and ever so sleek, would inform him of their movements on an almost hourly basis. He knew he'd be a huge fool to even wage warfare if he hadn't scouted ahead and acted before his enemies. With the enemy now reaching the completely destroyed and depopulated city of Billings and their 'righteous' and 'chivalrous' offensive launched, it would be time that the Iron Phalanx had shown these men what total warfare really is.

He knew from the start that this coalition would not sustain, that the bitter division they have inflicted upon each other would be too overbearing for a united offensive; this group only a much more disunited version of the Delian League from the Peloponnesian war. A lightning offensive of such bloodshed and horror would be more than enough to snap the American's offensive into pieces. So he took this and many other factors, including the large amount of manpower in the region and the air superiority of the Americans, to account. Once the plans had been drafted, Leonidas would send these plans to his Stratigos, who would execute them the next day.

The Next Day
Operation Phoenix
Billings, MT

Operation Phoenix, the Iron Phalanx's last hope in breaking the awful stalemate in the region, would be commenced the very next day. Consisting of current hoplites and hoplites mustered from up north, the offensive will represent the biggest push, with the goal of completion within a month.

Catching the invading forces off-guard, over 6,000 hoplites led by Antiochus would launch a surprise morning offensive onto the recently-destroyed City of Billings. In two phases the city would be overrun: Phase 1 would be a pinching manuever of the entire city through arduous guerrilla warfare and Phase 2 would be an all-out attack from all sides, followed by a gross massacre. These forces would be covered by some recently-repaired mobile Anti-Aircraft Artillery and Field Artillery units brought in from the north so that aerial bombardment would be resisted and ground pummeling can be done effortlessly, respectively.

At around 11:40 AM, the forces of the thousands of Hoplites would be seen completing preparations for an attack. Antiochus, the great Stratigos in charge, would use his binoculars to survey the forces of the city. "Quite considerable. They have fortified themselves, indeed, or have begun the process thereof."

"We'll give them until... 2 PM, to lay down their arms." He'd look at his watch to see the time as 12:00 PM.

[New Sriker]

June 6th, 1936

Leonidas knew of many of the so-called "silent" troop movements made by the coalition. His Krypteria Agents, ever so loyal and ever so sleek, would inform him of their movements on an almost hourly basis. He knew he'd be a huge fool to even wage warfare if he hadn't scouted ahead and acted before his enemies. With the enemy now reaching the completely destroyed and depopulated city of Billings and their 'righteous' and 'chivalrous' offensive launched, it would be time that the Iron Phalanx had shown these men what total warfare really is.

He knew from the start that this coalition would not sustain, that the bitter division they have inflicted upon each other would be too overbearing for a united offensive; this group only a much more disunited version of the Delian League from the Peloponnesian war. A lightning offensive of such bloodshed and horror would be more than enough to snap the American's offensive into pieces. So he took this and many other factors, including the large amount of manpower in the region and the air superiority of the Americans, to account. Once the plans had been drafted, Leonidas would send these plans to his Stratigos, who would execute them the next day.

The Next Day
Operation Phoenix
Billings, MT

Operation Phoenix, the Iron Phalanx's last hope in breaking the awful stalemate in the region, would be commenced the very next day. Consisting of current hoplites and hoplites mustered from up north, the offensive will represent the biggest push, with the goal of completion within a month.

Catching the invading forces off-guard, over 6,000 hoplites led by Antiochus would launch a surprise morning offensive onto the recently-destroyed City of Billings. In two phases the city would be overrun: Phase 1 would be a pinching manuever of the entire city through arduous guerrilla warfare and Phase 2 would be an all-out attack from all sides, followed by a gross massacre. These forces would be covered by some recently-repaired mobile Anti-Aircraft Artillery units brought in from the north so that aerial bombardment would be resisted.

At around 11:40 AM, the forces of the thousands of Hoplites would be seen completing preparations for an attack. Antiochus, the great Stratigos in charge, would use his binoculars to survey the forces of the city. "Quite considerable. They have fortified themselves, indeed, or have begun the process thereof."

"We'll give them until... 2 PM, to lay down their arms." He'd look at his watch to see the time as 12:00 PM.

A Scout would run into the war room and started telling his superiors of the impending attack

"Sir, we have reports of a large amount of Phalanx troops preparing an attack upon Billings, it seem their forces have split and plan on attacking on both the east and west, what are your orders sir?" Asked the Scout, Ezekiel looked at the man, and then grabbed him and brought him over to the war map.

"We have about 3,000 of our men on the west and about 3,400 at the east, and an extra 400 here in town, so both sides are secure, we have MG nests inside of town and outside,a few key sniper nests on the west, both sides are good the only thing that could get past our lines thanks to these plains is a tank, and I bet on my grave they don't have tanks" Ezekiel said, the scout then ran to the defensive positions giving the men their orders, this day the Phalanx will meet their maker.

[Domerstresseistan]

June 6th, 1936

Leonidas knew of many of the so-called "silent" troop movements made by the coalition. His Krypteria Agents, ever so loyal and ever so sleek, would inform him of their movements on an almost hourly basis. He knew he'd be a huge fool to even wage warfare if he hadn't scouted ahead and acted before his enemies. With the enemy now reaching the completely destroyed and depopulated city of Billings and their 'righteous' and 'chivalrous' offensive launched, it would be time that the Iron Phalanx had shown these men what total warfare really is.

He knew from the start that this coalition would not sustain, that the bitter division they have inflicted upon each other would be too overbearing for a united offensive; this group only a much more disunited version of the Delian League from the Peloponnesian war. A lightning offensive of such bloodshed and horror would be more than enough to snap the American's offensive into pieces. So he took this and many other factors, including the large amount of manpower in the region and the air superiority of the Americans, to account. Once the plans had been drafted, Leonidas would send these plans to his Stratigos, who would execute them the next day.

The Next Day
Operation Phoenix
Billings, MT

Operation Phoenix, the Iron Phalanx's last hope in breaking the awful stalemate in the region, would be commenced the very next day. Consisting of current hoplites and hoplites mustered from up north, the offensive will represent the biggest push, with the goal of completion within a month.

Catching the invading forces off-guard, over 6,000 hoplites led by Antiochus would launch a surprise morning offensive onto the recently-destroyed City of Billings. In two phases the city would be overrun: Phase 1 would be a pinching manuever of the entire city through arduous guerrilla warfare and Phase 2 would be an all-out attack from all sides, followed by a gross massacre. These forces would be covered by some recently-repaired mobile Anti-Aircraft Artillery units brought in from the north so that aerial bombardment would be resisted.

At around 11:40 AM, the forces of the thousands of Hoplites would be seen completing preparations for an attack. Antiochus, the great Stratigos in charge, would use his binoculars to survey the forces of the city. "Quite considerable. They have fortified themselves, indeed, or have begun the process thereof."

"We'll give them until... 2 PM, to lay down their arms." He'd look at his watch to see the time as 12:00 PM.

A Scout would run into the war room and started telling his superiors of the impending attack

"Sir, we have reports of a large amount of Phalanx troops preparing an attack upon Billings, it seem their forces have split and plan on attacking on both the east and west, what are your orders sir?" Asked the Scout, Ezekiel looked at the man, and then grabbed him and brought him over to the war map.

"We have about 3,000 of our men on the west and about 3,400 at the east, and an extra 400 here in town, so both sides are secure, we have MG nests inside of town and outside,a few key sniper nests on the west, both sides are good the only thing that could get past our lines thanks to these plains is a tank, and I bet on my grave they don't have tanks" Ezekiel said, the scout then ran to the defensive positions giving the men their orders, this day the Phalanx will meet their maker.

Antiochus

Toward the front-line, Antiochus would still be seen surveying the landscape; the front-line warfare will be quite a spectacle. He knew that by doing this pinching manuever into a fortified plain that it would be quite the risk. He'd hold off the charge for a little bit more. Going through the ranks, he'd climb up the Eastern hills to have an update from his junior officers.

"Spartans. Are they here?" Antiochus asked.

"Yes, Stratigos Antiochus. We are set-up for the bombardment." One of the Junior officers would then walk back to a group of slaves pulling a field artillery cannon. The artillery had arrived about three hours after Antiochus put on a maneuvering show for the Americans. These pieces were necessary in order to demonstrate that they weren't a backward savage army, but a formidable fighting force.

"Good. I want you and the West to, under the cover of these trees, start bombarding ever-so constantly and do not stop. Preferably, indiscriminately fire into the town itself. And.. make sure these slaves keep the ammunition counts up." Antiochus said.

Within the next hour, a large, non-stop artillery bombardment from the hills began on Billings, from the fortifications to the city itself and it would be indiscriminate, destroying military and non-military targets alike to shake enemy morale. Spotters would identify notable points. It didn't seem like the forces would be moving, however under the cover of the bushes and the surmounting height of the immediate hills, they would reorganize, which would stretch out the American's anticipation of an immediate attack.

Antiochus would then inform one of his scouts to go north to secure some more reinforcements, perhaps in the form of vehicles that can unleash the assault. The artillery barrage would buy him just enough time for this message to come through -and to come back in one form or another-.

[New Sriker]

A Scout would run into the war room and started telling his superiors of the impending attack

"Sir, we have reports of a large amount of Phalanx troops preparing an attack upon Billings, it seem their forces have split and plan on attacking on both the east and west, what are your orders sir?" Asked the Scout, Ezekiel looked at the man, and then grabbed him and brought him over to the war map.

"We have about 3,000 of our men on the west and about 3,400 at the east, and an extra 400 here in town, so both sides are secure, we have MG nests inside of town and outside,a few key sniper nests on the west, both sides are good the only thing that could get past our lines thanks to these plains is a tank, and I bet on my grave they don't have tanks" Ezekiel said, the scout then ran to the defensive positions giving the men their orders, this day the Phalanx will meet their maker.

Antiochus

Toward the front-line, Antiochus would still be seen surveying the landscape; the front-line warfare will be quite a spectacle. He knew that by doing this pinching manuever into a fortified plain that it would be quite the risk. He'd hold off the charge for a little bit more. Going through the ranks, he'd climb up the Eastern hills to have an update from his junior officers.

"Spartans. Are they here?" Antiochus asked.

"Yes, Stratigos Antiochus. We are set-up for the bombardment." One of the Junior officers would then walk back to a group of slaves pulling a field artillery cannon. The artillery had arrived about three hours after Antiochus put on a maneuvering show for the Americans. These pieces were necessary in order to demonstrate that they weren't a backward savage army, but a formidable fighting force.

"Good. I want you and the West to, under the cover of these trees, start bombarding ever-so constantly and do not stop. Preferably, indiscriminately fire into the town itself. And.. make sure these slaves keep the ammunition counts up." Antiochus said.

Within the next hour, a large, non-stop artillery bombardment from the hills began on Billings, from the fortifications to the city itself and it would be indiscriminate, destroying military and non-military targets alike to shake enemy morale. Spotters would identify notable points. It didn't seem like the forces would be moving, however under the cover of the bushes and the surmounting height of the immediate hills, they would reorganize, which would stretch out the American's anticipation of an immediate attack.

Antiochus would then inform one of his scouts to go north to secure some more reinforcements, perhaps in the form of vehicles that can unleash the assault. The artillery barrage would buy him just enough time for this message to come through -and to come back in one form or another-.

"The Bastards have Artillery?" yelled one of the Red Guard Officers, as a big boom roars out in the sky.

"Their firing seems to be wild, they are mainly hit behind our lines but they have managed to damage some of the in town defenses, but we haven't lost a lot of men, maybe around ten to twelve. They seem to have only one or two guns, but whoever is aiming that thing must be blind or new to handling it, thank god." Said Ezekiel, he then turned to Law

"Anything else to report Law?" Asked Ezekiel

"We are about to call for some air support, we'll tell them to send in a few Bombers and some fighters in case they got AA, those Bombers will need some cover." Said Law, he then grabbed a nearby radio and called in for support.

"We need about 5 Bombers and 10 fighters here, tell your men to watch out for AA and focus the bombs on the Hills, that's where we think there Artillery is stationed." Law told the man on the other line.

The Red Guard held on strong, still holding their positions and they were ready for the slavers to attack, for as fierce as these slavers claim they are, they were nothing fierce compared to the men who were holding their ground.

[Dahyan]

The Nation of Islam

June 7th, 1936
Billings, Montana

"Sharpshooter squad, move out!"

The order by General Husayn rang across the field headquarters of the Toussaint Louverture Brigade. Around four dozen FOI soldiers immediately followed the order, dispersing into the streets and towards previously-assigned key areas.

Wielding modified Springfield rifles, the African Sharpshooters took position in towers, on rooftops, in trees and other areas giving key advantage to snipers for picking off officers and other crucial enemies.

"Let them come," was the thought on everyone's mind. "We will show these slavers what God has in store for them."

[New Sriker]

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The Nation of Islam

June 7th, 1936
Billings, Montana

"Sharpshooter squad, move out!"

The order by General Husayn rang across the field headquarters of the Toussaint Louverture Brigade. Around four dozen FOI soldiers immediately followed the order, dispersing into the streets and towards previously-assigned key areas.

Wielding modified Springfield rifles, the African Sharpshooters took position in towers, on rooftops, in trees and other areas giving key advantage to snipers for picking off officers and other crucial enemies.

"Let them come," was the thought on everyone's mind. "We will show these slavers what God has in store for them."

A young white Partisan ran towards the General and began to speak to the man

"Sir, I was told by Captain Falk to assist you and your sharpshooters Sir, he told me that I should report to you on issues regarding sniping sir!" Said the Young man, he then Saluted the General and waited for an response.

[Monsone]

Izhevsk

The calm of the city was interupted by construction noises and the roar of engines. Trucks drove along the freshy repaved roads as the Izhevsk Arms Factory was rebuilt and production of weapons began once again. Overseeing all this was Tukachevsky. The city had been for the most part peaceful. Despite the city having been a stronghold of White Russia, the citizens where seemingly quite happy under Soviet rule. After all, jobs had been established, the roads and infrastructure where being upgraded, and while food was still a concern, it had also been under the rule of White Russia, but udner Soviet rule, it was less of an issue.

Now Izhevsk was just a stepping stone. Stalin had ambitious plans to push as far as Irkutsk by winter. But to do so would mena breaking from Tukachevsky's deep battle tactics and mobile warfare and return to the use of armored trains. And it was exactly that that Tukachevsky was overseeing. Locomotives where covered in thick steel plates, guns where mounted on railcars, flatcars where modified to have a metal superstructure on top to carry troops, and all kinds of anti-aircraft guns and artillery pieces where mounted on the trains.

It was expected that in one month, the Soviet push eastwards would begin.



White Sea Canal

"Commisar, a letter from Moscow." A soldier said as he handed the commisar a letter from the Soviet government.

"Spasibo." The commisar replied as he opened the letter and then sighed before speaking again. "I swear this is stupid."

"What is, sir?" Asked the soldier.

"We must test our defences for both the railroad and canal. You know, the day long drills." The commisar replied as the soldier initially stared at him in confussion.

"Of course sir. When shoudlwe do that?" The soldier inquired.

"Two days from now. Dismissed." Was the commisar's reply as the soldier then left.



Leningrad

"Easy! Easy there!" Shouted a dock worker as a Mercedes-Benz 770 limousine was lowered from a cargo ship.

"That is the fith one isn't it?" A dock worker remarked.

"It is." A customs official replied.

"This can't have been the strangest thing to have been brought here, right?" Asked a dock worker.

"Oh, it isn't. There where several iron longs before." Replied the customs officer stoically.

"God, I hope work ends soon." Grumbled a random dock worker.

"It's not even 23:00. Our shift ends at 01:00." Replied another dock worker.

Cars:

1,500 Wanderer W22s
1,500 Wanderer W21s
3,500 Opel P4s
3,500 DKW F5s
15 Mercedes-Benz W07s
1,500 Mercedes-Ben W21
1,500 Mercedes-Benz W15
2,500 Mercedes-Benz W136
1,000 Adler Standard 6
1,500 Adler Favorit
2,500 Opel >>6<<s

Military Equipment:

5 Panzer I Ausf Bs
5 Panzer II Ausf As
5 Panzer IV Ausf As
5 Bf 109As
5 Heinkel He 112As
5 Heinkel He 70E

Technical Knowledge:

>>>How to make chemical weapons (chemical recipes).
>>>How to produce modern medicines (chemical recipes).
>>>Medical textbooks.
>>>Technical plans for factories and the necessary equipment for those factories.
>>>Scientific textbooks.
>>>Electrical grid technology.
>>>Metallurgical technology.


Medical Equipment:

150 X-Ray Machines
750 Iron Lungs
1,500 Ventilators