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Postby New Decius » Sat Sep 07, 2019 12:44 am

National Party Headquarters, Raus
Fraternal Socialist Republic of Capile
Caspian Initiative

“...for the tenth time you idiots we have a prior appointment with the General Secretary on behalf of various interests so let us through.” Dieter Göllwitz had a cigarette hanging from his mouth, a rather French tactic for a German to take up, but even with a scowling face managed to maintain the perfect muscle control to keep it from falling as he glared at the three men in front of him. He had been standing outside the National Party Headquarters of the BSU here in Raus waiting to speak with General Secretary Terry Blücher for almost an hour now and he was getting very mad to the point of hostile at this point. Judging by the youthful faces of the two guards and the officer in front of him, chances were Dieter wouldn’t even need to use more than a couple tricks to kill all three; really Blücher should be sending the you conscripts to the front and keeping the old soldiers around him until he had a more secure base of power.

To be honest he couldn’t entirely blame the guards for holding them up, after all Dieter and his group were quite the sight. Next to the German Socialist was his comrade from the Communist Party of Vietnam (Đảng cộng sản việt nam/Since 1994 and up till present the largest insurgent faction in the German Indochina Colony) Chu Quang Hùng, followed by his comrade of the Congolese Communist Party (Chama cha Kikomunisti cha Kongo/Since 2005 the most prominent insurgent faction in Deutsch-Mittelafrika) Hamidi Zawadi, then the comrade from the French Communist Party (Parti Communiste Français/Illegal since 2003 but not a present insurgency in France Proper) Gabriel Gachet, and finally from the Communist Party of Russia (Kommunisticheskaya partiya Rossii/Illegal since 1987 after Soviet-German War and a major insurgency since) Lavrova Elisavetta Victorovna, the only woman of the group. All of them garbed as if seasoned mercenaries, which in effect they were, and armed with an assortment of weapons of varying nationalities, and all of them looking thoroughly pissed off because of the holdup. The reason they were mad was because the upstart Lieutenant in front of them had only just sent someone to inform Blücher several minutes ago when he should’ve sent someone on arrival, but he instead chose to scrutinize them particularly the non-whites which frankly pissed off Dieter the most.

While the Western and Eastern socialist groups may not always get along they largely put aside racial and ethnic tensions in favor of fighting a common enemy; Capile’s socialist movement had been isolated from the larger world and so would probably receive a shell shock still when its leaders told them they were to let foreigners, non-Germanic foreigners at that, teach them how to conduct a war. At least that was what Dieter hoped would be the case, after all if the Vietnamese could decide to allow European Socialists to help them try and kick out the Germans then why couldn’t the opposite apply here in Capile. Put racial differences aside to kick the Royalists and Fascists where it hurt, especially given how outmatched the BSU’s militia armies were in comparison to their opponents; Blücher needed the experienced veterans as well as the smuggled arms they brought with them to turn his militia into a proper army.

“Come on our boys and girls have all been waiting in makeshift camps outside Raus for hours now because they can’t officially take up quarters or start doing their job until we speak to Blücher, so someone tell him were damn here!” Dieter was raising his voice now because he was beginning to lose his temper, something Gabriel noticed and placed a hand on his shoulder to try and calm him down. The two men had previously served together training Algerian rebels when the German’s reclaimed the territory for the reborn Kingdom of France in 2004 and Tunisia in the same year. “I did not travel halfway around the world evading who knows how many agents of the Abwehr to come train a bunch of farmers and factory workers how to be soldiers only to be held up by a upstart boy who thinks just cause he’s got some braid on his shoulders that he’s better than the snot nosed brat he is!” By now the cigarette had indeed fallen to the ground but that didn’t concern Dieter since another one seemed to appear out of thin air and replace itself in his mouth, however Dieter did not give a care towards the switch as he continued to glower at the young brat in front of him. He normally only smoked when he felt stressed.

Since he had arrived in Raus he had already gone through almost half a pack.

“Look kid, I have seen more fights in my life than your likely to ever see in yours even if you lived to be two hundred, thats if a halfwit like you even survives on the battlefield! If our orders weren’t to render complete cooperation to our fraternal marxist brethren here in Capile I’d knock your block off, but I can’t because that might not be considered cooperation.” Now an evil glimmer came to his eyes. “You better hope to any God of any ridiculous faith that you don’t get put in one of my training units boy. I’ll make a soldier of ya but it’ll be long and hard and aching before its over.” Then the evil glimmer was gone replaced once more by the hard steel that had once inhabited Dieters’s gaze. “Then again you’ll probably come back and thank me for that afterwards, if you live, cause I’ll train you so you have a chance of surviving your battles.”




Reichstag, Berlin
Kingdom of Prussia, German Empire
Federation of European Monarchies

Richthofen was going through some reports concerning the ongoing Russian infrastructure improvement efforts in the Caucasus, the least frustrating documents on his desk at the moment given all the missives from the Foreign Office and the OHL regarding Capile, and praying that his day would continue to at least have some semblance of calm. It had so far been an unusually pleasant day for the Reichskanzler; he had slept at his home the night before rather than passing out on the couch in his office, enjoyed a delicious breakfast with his wife and their two youngest daughters, managed to fit in a amiable conversation with his son Heinrich whom was presently stationed in Martinique, and had arrived at the office to a reasonably calm atmosphere rather than a buzzing hornets nest of activity. Such days were very much a rarity before the present political and global climate, but were now becoming even more scarce.

Since the authorization of the Economic Revitalization Loan to the Grand Duchy, the Reichskanzler had begun to receive information that the War in Capile was rapidly becoming a topic of heated debate in regards to the Reichstag’s upcoming election’s in 2020 (The Reichstag holds elections every 6 years (2020,2014,2008 etc) while the Reichsrat is filled by representatives of the ruling German nobility) especially among the DVP. With the Authoritarian Democrats membership swelling with elderly veterans who didn’t want their children and grandchildren sent to die in a foreign land, they were rapidly transforming from the ‘war hawks’ party they had been for decades into an ‘anti-war’ party. Meanwhile the SPD was completely the opposite as the Social Democrats were some of the most vehement opponents to fascists in the German political sphere and so were all for continuing the fight to the very end until the thugs were beaten down to the ground. Then there was the AV which true to its Paternal Autocrat/National Populist message was swearing left and right that the BSU was the true enemy while of course hinting at a global ‘Jewish Bolshevik’ conspiracy that thankfully remained on the fringe of German society. Frankly this war had turned German politics completely upside down as the traditional doves became war hawks and the traditional war hawks became doves and it was all giving the Reichskanzler a massive headache.

Now while Richthofen didn’t really have to care which party controlled the Reichstag for his own sake, his position wasn’t political and only the Kaiser could remove or appoint the Reichskanzler, he did have to care about who filled the seats for the success of the cabinet he put together since the Reichstag dictated the budget for each cabinet ministry. For the past five years, he had, with the help of his more able cabinet colleagues and the Reichspräsident, managed to maintain a fairly balanced national budget only going over a few times and with good reasons such as natural disasters or military operations, however that had all changed. Now with a full-scale war on the Ministry of Defence had seen a massive budget increase corresponding to the overall significant rise of the military budget as the OHL happily dug into the national purse to finally test out all its brand new advanced weapon systems. This had the result of shattering the Reichskanzler’s perfectly balanced budget and causing several of the Ministry’s to lose significant funds which had the further result of earning the ire of his cabinet colleagues as well as those citizens affected by the cuts to various programs.

Presently he was seeing where he could make cuts to German commitments to larger European Federation projects to perhaps rebalance the budget at least somewhat. He could afford to trade the temporary anger of the European states for a stable German economy, though already the Foreign Office had been sending him missives from the Russian’s whom had of course caught wind of the cuts before they were made.

At least there was no trouble out of the Imperial Household to pile on.

A knock came at the door.

“Come in.”

A tall man in a pristine suit entered the room with poise and dignity, his short black hair neatly combed back and piercing blue eyes calm behind gleaming spectacles. The man did a short polite bow as he approached the desk causing Richthofen to don a cheeky grin that defied his fifty seven years. “Your Excellency I hope you are having a good morning.”

“Come now Horst you have been my Principle Private Secretary for the past seven years, our wives are good friends and our children attend the same school. So how many times must I give you permission to address me by my first name before it gets through that thick head of yours?”

Horst Linden rose back up as he adjusted his spectacles keeping a perfectly composed expression at all times. “Perhaps just once more Your Excellency.” Horst had been snatched right out of the Foreign Office seven years ago when Julius was appointed Reichskanzler and chosen as his Principle Private Secretary, the man who ran the Reichskanzler’s private office. Horst also acted, unofficially, as Richthofen’s eyes and ears in the cabinet, the OHL, and at the Court, relaying back to him full unbiased accounts of all the goings on of government just in case people dared try to conceal things from the Reichskanzler.

“You say that everyday.” Richthofen mumbled under his breath with a light chuckle before turning to business. This morning he had sent Horst to the Stadtschloss to mingle among members of the Kaiser’s Court and see what might be in the cards. “What’s going on at Court? Is the King of Bavaria still in hot water with the Duke of Brunswick after they found out their children were secretly seeing on another? I always find the affairs of those nobles provides a good laugh now and again.”

“It does appear that His Majesty and His Grace have for now buried the hatchet though at the very least His Majesty is doing his best to avoid the subject in the Court.” There was a few moments of silence as Julius had a good chuckle over the spat between the two high nobles before Horst delivered a blow. “Oh and it appears His Imperial Majesty intends to rewrite the Constitution.”

Richthofen froze like a statue as he was leaning back in his chair, absolutely astounded by what he had just heard. It took him a few moments to process exactly what that could mean followed by exactly what parts of the Constitution the Kaiser had ever even taken an interest in or taken exception to. “The Kaiser intends to rewrite the Constitution?” When Horst nodded he could only fearfully ask. “Which Article?”

“Article IV which designates the Imperial House of Germany and the Royal House of Prussia as one and the same and declaring the Prussian King or Queen to also be German Emperor or Empress.”

Now the Reichskanzler was on his feet, his chair flying backwards and striking the wall with some force as he slammed his hands on his desk. The shock on Richthofen’s face would’ve been suitable for the most fantastic twist ending of a mystery film, but it was mixed with horror and confusion all the same as yet more implications ran through his mind. “His Imperial Majesty intends to separate his rule over Prussia and Germany!? He intends to upend the very fabric of our government that has been in place since the Restoration as well as the tenure of the First Empire!” Then the terrifying thought came to mind of what noble family the Kaiser might intend to cede his rule over Prussia to; all the major or prominent nobility in Germany already possessed a ruling title and yet another Article of the Constitution forbade any ruling noble reigning over more than one Constituent State of the Empire. “What exactly does he intend to do?”

Horst calmly cleaned his spectacles with his handkerchief before going on. “If what I heard is to be believed, His Imperial Majesty, seeing that His Imperial Highness Crown Prince Karl Friedrich is only two years old feels that he does not want the full attention and weight of both an Imperial and Royal title upon his son and heir. He also feels that for too long have Prussia and Germany been attached at the hip by a joint sovereign and so has decided to appoint another heir apparent to the Prussian throne in Karl Friedrich’s stead until the Crown Prince sires his first and second children at which point a referendum will be held as to whether or not the House of Germania will regain the Prussian throne or stay with the Kaiser’s chosen recipient.”

“I’m almost afraid...strike that I’m terrified to ask who the Kaiser is considering as his heir apparent to the Prussian throne.”

“It would seem the most likely candidate is Her Royal Highness, Elizabeth Louise Princess of Austria and Hungary. As she is the second child of His Royal Majesty King Maximillian I of Austria and Hungary, and His Royal Highness Crown Prince Albrecht of Austria and Hungary has already fathered two children, it makes her unlikely to assume the Austrian and Hungarian throne and therefore eligible as the monarch of a Constituent State of Germany. As she is also tied by blood to His Imperial Majesty that technically means he can claim to not be separating the House of Germania from the throne of Prussia-“

“Until that ludicrous referendum comes around.” Richthofen cut him off sharply as he finished the explanation until his eyes widened in realization. “Or until she is married and takes her husbands name thus transferring Households by the Laws Governing the Peerage.”

“As you already know, at present Her Royal Highness is engaged to His Royal Highness Prince Karl Marius Friedrich of Capile of the House of Saxtonburg-Hohenzollern.” The implications had finally all been revealed.

The Reichskanzler wasted no time as he marched for the coat rack next to his desk and donned his hat and coat. Seizing his phone from his pocket he called ahead for his driver to bring the car around so he could go to the Stadtschloss. “Horst I may be in prison by the end of tonight because I am in the mood to murder whoever has caused this outrageous circumstance.” The two men swiftly left the office and made their way through the halls for the elevator. “Someone has gotten it in the Kaiser’s head that his workload and responsibilities as a in theory dual monarch are too heavy to pass on to the next generation and so a temporary release should be granted. While at the same time helping a noble and vaunted ally rise in prominence and influence...BY HANDING OVER THE LARGEST STATE IN GERMANY GIFT WRAPPED!”

It had been a perfectly nice day.

“My main suspect is Regensburg because he has been all for establishing contingencies should the Royalists lose this war, but this goes too far. Offering to shelter exiles here in Germany alongside monetary support is one thing, hell even propping them up in one of our colonies as a state-in exile is doable, but this?! Setting them up as the potential monarchs of Prussia, this goes too far! If Elizabeth is made Queen of Prussia that will make Karl her King-Consort allowing him to basically recreate the Capilean aristocracy among the Prussian nobility, transfer Capilean business interests and major corporate tycoons into the German market, secure Royalists officers high ranks within the OHL! Not to mention that as the largest and most influential state in Germany, Prussia has significant influence over not only the Reichsrat but also my Cabinet allowing foreigners to dictate our laws!”

By now they were outside and getting into Richthofen’s car which was flanked and proceeded by a police escort. “By Gott Horst I will march into the Kaiser’s study and argue with him for the next week if thats what it takes to squash this nonsense! In the meanwhile you get ahold of His Former Majesty so I can come at our current monarch on two fronts, hell get ahold of the Austrian’s too while your at it, I can’t imagine Maximillian will be too pleased with the Kaiser deciding his daughters fate.”

It had been a perfectly nice day.




Battle for Stammburg
Operation Faust, Heeresgruppe Beowulf
Sumpfwald Pocket

“OBERST SCHLÖM YOU WILL CONTINUE YOUR ADVANCE! I DON’T CARE IF YOU FIND THE CONDITIONS UNSUITABLE FOR PROPER COMMAND! OUR BOYS SEEM TO BE GOING ALONG JUST FINE AND YOU WILL GOD DAMN GET UP THERE AND LEAD THEM YOU BASTARD! THAT IS AN ORDER!” General Lilian von Schneider screamed into the telephone as she slammed it down on the table in front of her and ended the call before the offending officer could get another word in. The boom of artillery was hardly a distant sound, in fact her makeshift command center was practically shaking from how close to the front it was, though the fact that said position was erected on a plot of land which had been teeming with trees only hours ago but was now cratered and barren may have suggested the same.

’Gott I wish I had one of those new CNC (Command and Control) vehicles their issuing to all officers ranked Feldmarschall and higher. Manual operators are perfectly efficient but an automated satellite connected command system sounds superb for a campaign such as this.’ Recently Kaizertech International had designed a new CNC vehicle based on a large military transport, and the OHL had immediately put in an order as soon as the first five were produced in December 2018, the Reichspräsident had almost had a seizure when the OHL’s attaché to her office informed her each vehicle cost twelve million Euromarks but had decided to consent after being given a demonstration of its capabilities. The Vulcan S5 required a crew of only seven operators and they were only for its automated defense systems as well as mobility and potential maintenance; its chief features were a satellite guided holographic display with links to all strategic and tactical networks of the German militaries allowing a commander to link in directly to their men in the field. A high performance supercomputer also provided extremely effective tactical and strategic advice capable of calculating the enemies future moves with almost instant reaction time, hence why Lilian so desired such a vehicle. ’Though by what I hear, alongside the latest weapons shipment to Capile to replenish their arms supplies, three of the Vulcan’s are also going for Capilean use.’

The 12th Armee was making excellent progress given their operational objectives at present and that they were limited in their rules of engagement, however in truth the forces Krebs was throwing at them were the real reason they were advancing so quickly. Even despite fanaticism and suicide tactics, fresh conscripts and partisans were hardly anywhere close to a match for seasoned German troops armed with the latest modern weaponry had to offer, as well as devastatingly effective artillery and air support where it was needed. They were advancing so much that they had even begun encountering some of the scattered squads of Luftkavallerie remaining in the Sumpfwald, though Lilian was pressed to throw them immediately back into the fight despite the desire to give those brave idiots the rest they had truly earned. She needed all the troops she could get to keep pressing the enemy and make sure he had no time to regroup or slip troops behind her lines, she wasn’t about to make the same mistake General Ulräch’s forces in 22nd Armee had made by underestimating the abilities of partisans and allowing even small groups to slip behind their lines. Though in truth she doubted whether she could’ve gotten the Luftkavallerie boys to agree to go behind the lines for medical attention even with a direct order to do so; the fanatical desire to fight like the Germanic warriors of old that their training and conditioning instilled in them was in all truth some times counterproductive to military discipline. Lilian, like many students of Rommel and thus a great believer in proper treatment of ones subordinates, had been very opposed to the Luftkavallerie system when it first came up for debate at the OHL in 2006, well not the idea of creating helicopter borne infantry regiments but rather their purpose and conditioning. Dropping men behind enemy lines with limited supplies and limited chances of survival with orders to fight like bastards until they died or there was no enemy left to fight. The whole program was designed along the lines the Japanese Kamikaze training courses of WW2, basically conditioning men to be willing to commit suicide.

Thanks to the anti-air umbrella erected by the SPAAG units at the front moving up with the Panzerkompanie’s, Lilian had been able to effectively commit her helicopter gunship squadrons for CAS duties as well as call in tactical airstrikes without having to risk any craft being shot down. Soon enough once Großadmiral Stürnben had positioned his destroyers off the coast, the anti-air umbrella would be large enough that Lilian could begin utilizing the aircraft available to her with impunity, and when that happened, any VF troops inside the Sumpfwald Pocket would be finished without German forces having to actually engage them. Then the whole Heeresgruppe could turn its attention towards Stammburg itself and finish the job.

At the moment the feisty General was dealing with an irate Oberst in the Artillerie whom was upset with the conditions of such ungentlemanly warfare; the man had gotten his rank and command because his cousin sat on the Reichstag Armed Services Committee, which also prevented Lilian from just outright sacking him and replacing him with someone more seasoned. Even in Germany there remained an issue in the armed forces of the powerful using their connections to secure glorious commands or grand positions for those close to them, in defiance of the meritocracy which the OHL was meant to truly be. Lilian dealt with such officers by being as brutal as possible to either terrify them into resigning their commission or actually becoming a half-decent officer which usually yielded results of the latter category since war was enough to make even the most pompous ass of a commander see at least some daylight filter through.




At present 12th Armee was rapidly closing the Sumpfwald Pocket as 22nd Armee’s forward armored units closed in on the coast, finally having overcome the major partisan strongholds in its path after a few Jäger Regiments were transferred over from 12th Armee to assist. Satellite imagery had spotted some of the heavier VF units attempting to quietly but swiftly withdraw from the closing encirclement in the Sumpfwald but a few cruise missile strikes on the more viable roads in the area as well as some well placed air strikes later saw moderate damage dealt to said units and also their best routes for swift retreat. It was only a matter of time now and then the offshore warships as well as the troops of 12th and 22nd Armee would crush the remaining VF forces in the Pocket.

By now the skies were very clearly in German hands, largely due to the significant number of SPAAG’s moving forward with the troops creating a large anti-air umbrella allowing broader air strikes to resume once more, since now the German troops could usually shoot down the SAM’s targeting the Luftwaffe’s aircraft. With this additional air support as well as the fact that the partisans did not have the munitions or training to keep up sustained resistance for very long, 22nd Armee had been able to reverse the ill fortune from which it had suffered in the early moves of Operation Faust. Particularly since the increased anti-air security allowed General Ulräch to commit his helicopter gunship and airborne infantry that had been held in reserve due to the threat from the VF’s SAM vehicles and static sites; this meant that rather than having his main line divisions bogged down in every town and village they passed through, such positions could now be tackled by the helicopter troops which meant Ulräch’s Panzers could head right for the coast. The only problem which continued to make itself ever more apparent was the insufficient numbers of Militarpolizei attached to each of the field armies, meaning here and there front line troops had to be detached to guard and administrate POW’s.

As per Rommel’s order all prisoners were being treated according to the Geneva Conventions, including the partisans whom by most definitions would not warrant status as POW’s but spies and saboteurs out of uniform. Several processing centers and makeshift POW camps had been setup behind the lines far enough from the front line that escapee’s couldn’t slip away, not that conditions were bad enough to make many want to run. Prior to the start of the campaign, Rommel had ensured there were adequate supplies of food, medical supplies, and assorted other necessities not just for his own troops but also for a potential of two hundred thousand POW’s, and they weren’t anywhere close to such a number so the camps certainly weren’t under supplied or running low on food. Quite frankly the majority of the occupants of these camps were partisans and conscripts as opposed to the veteran professional troops which either showed how good the Stoßwehr was in a fight or how much Krebs was conserving his real heavy hitters.

Meanwhile in the South, 16th Armee under General Witold continued its efforts to try and goad Krebs into an open engagement outside of Stammburg to little success. A small engagement here and there but nothing too significant, Krebs was refusing to take the bait and commit his main armored forces to a battle he most surely couldn’t win, precisely as Rommel expected he would. Still Witold was experiencing the least resistance to his advance because his front was effectively a ceasefire given that he was forbidden from attacking Stammburg itself due to the risk of civilian casualties, and Krebs refused to sally forth and properly engage the German forces waiting for him. All the same in the end you couldn’t keep over a hundred thousands troops cooped up inside a city indefinitely especially when that city was cut off from land, sea, and air with no chance of resupply or relief; eventually strife would ensue between the soldiers and the civilians as food and medical supplies began to dwindle. If the soldiers kept everything for themselves while children started going hungry then the civilian’s inside Stammburg might think they’d get a better deal with the people outside rather than inside even if they didn’t particularly agree. On the other hand if the civilian’s got the lions share of the supplies while the VF’s troop sheltered inside the city, just how long could Krebs enforce effective military discipline among tired, hungry, bored soldiers being prodded and teased by a tasty target on their doorstep.

In the end a German victory was inevitable.
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KONGSBURG
NOVA CAPILE


Comrades of the Socialist Council,” a thin voiced echoed through the chamber, “do not allow the victories of our brethren in arms to cloud your judgement. I will refer you again to the report of Comrade Dr. Ewald Groenigen, who found that food stores to be perilously low! Even when taking into account the potential harvests of the territory our armies stand to acquire, our population will not be sufficiently fed during the coming Winter! I urge you to consider the plan I have proposed, which, if implemented, may avert the impending cri-”

“Enough, Comrade Pabst!” the much deeper voice of Terry Blücher boomed. “This Council has already established that the research of Ewald Groenigen is biased and factually incorrect, as has been proven by the work of honored Party Comrade Dr. Trofimsky.” The General Secretary nodded microscopically to a tall, thin, sallow man with an oddly skeletal appearance. Dr. Trofimsky was seated, along with a dozen or so austerly-garbed men, in a raised pew behind the towering box in which the Socialist Council stood.

“As such,” Blücher continued, “we have reason to name Groenigen as a traitor to the Party and a potential foreign insurgent; the type of man with whom a member of the Socialist Council would not associate.” At the General-Secretary’s words, the rest of the Council nodded gravely. The Council was split in two; one half were fat, empty-headed men who could be easily controlled, while the other half were hunched, beady-eyed sycophants.

Of the twelve men who comprised the council, only three stood out from the rest. The first was, of course, Terry Blücher, big in all proportions, ruddy-faced, and deep-lunged. The next was Eugen Herzog, unremarkable in his ideas, which consisted mostly of new armored vehicle designs and styles of proletarian architecture, but startling in appearance. His face was marred with a half-dozen unattractive scars and crossed by an eyepatch, testaments to his dedication to the Revolution; his lone, electric blue eye flickered wildly left and right; and a shock of unwashed ginger hair completed the vulgarity of his appearance.

Last was Kurt Pabst. Scrawny and weak, Pabst had not been a steel-worker, like Blücher, nor a soldier, like Herzog; and so, at least initially, he had the support of neither groups. In fact, the handsome features of his face, the crease in his nose created by his gold-rimmed spectacles, the gray stripes in his well-combed hair, and the neatness of his pinstriped suit suggested that he was a middling aristocrat or a university professor. But his eyes revealed his true nature. Shining a fiery blue from the pale diamond that was his face, they seemed to scream for equality, for justice, for fraternity without words. He alone had ever stood against Blücher, and represented his only opposition in the Council; but without, Pabst had won the hearts and minds of many a Kongsburger.

“Based on the agricultural policies of Comrade Dr. Trofimsky, and with the newly acquired tracts of farmland between Rulund and Osthilt, we will be more than able to fill the stomachs of the Capilean people.”
“But Comrade Trofimsky’s research is entirely unscientific!” Pabst cried out, flinging his arms in frustration. He stood before the Council at a podium, instead of alongside them, as usual, so that the meeting seemed more like a trial. At this accusation, murmurs rose from the Council box, from the pew, and from the small audience before them.

“Silence, silence!” Blücher decreed, hammering a gavel and gradually restoring order to the room. “Comrade Pabst, you will only discredit yourself by denigrating upstanding Party Comrade Dr. Trofimsky and promoting this subversive, Groenigen. Furthermore, the rest of the Council has already reached a consensus as to the supposed grain shortage, and there are much more important military matters to be discussed. Comrade Pabst, you will return to your place.”

The scorn flaming in Pabst’s eyes seemed to be magnified by the lenses of his spectacles. He stood, erect and wordless, for several moments, his blue pools locked with Blücher’s. At last, he gave a conciliatory gesture and walked smoothly back to the far end of the box.

An ambiance of rustling papers and low voices took over as soon as Pabst moved, and went on unabated for several minutes, until Blücher spoke once more.

“And now that Comrade Pabst has finally finished filibustering,” he said, a little too contemptuously, “we may proceed to military matters.” He was interrupted by the clang of the chamber’s double doors being thrown open.

A young aide seemed to fall into the room, followed closely by a pack of stout, swarthy guards.

“Apologies, comrades of the Council,” an officer said, following after his inferiors, “but this insolent one would stop at nothing to see you. With your approval, I will take him away for interrogation.”

“Wait, comrade,” Blücher ordered quickly, holding up a heavy hand. The olive-clothed soldiers stepped hastily away from their quarry, who stood up and straightened his uniform.

“Comrade General Secretary,” he began, “a delegation from our allies in the Socialist Commune has been waiting to see you!”

“For how long have they been waiting?”

“Over an hour, Comrade General Secretary.”

A frown crossed over Blücher’s face like a stormcloud. “The Council is dismissed,” he thundered. Immediately, the others scattered, as if they were fleeing from a violent rainstorm. When room was emptied and only the General Secretary and the messenger remained, he spoke once more.
“Show them in.”

GRAVINES
FRENCH FREE STATE


After the Bavarian generals had disembarked, they were hastily chauffeured to an elegant chateau on the outskirts of the city, which was revealed to be the headquarters of the French General Staff. They were led to a handsomely-appointed war room, where, amidst tables of delectable pastries and thronged by waiters carrying trays of wine, they found a sprawling tactical map of the region.

A tall, handsome, strapping man in an olive uniform greeted them. His gold-accented red kepi sat aloft brown, curly hair, and a small mustache curled around his lips.

“General Julien Champion,” he introduced himself in a rich French accent, though he spoke in clipped German. “I was recently promoted to lead the first army-sized formation of my country after my victory at Roappe.”

Beside Champion, a smaller, wider, pinker man stepped into view. Judging by the amount of gold lace he was adorned with, he outranked the other.

Maréchal Maurice Galland,” he intoned, clearly annoyed by his subordinate, “commander of the entire Free French Army.”

Once introductions were settled and each man had a glass of wine in hand, the attendants were dismissed, and talk of strategy began.

“Despite our success in Roappe,” Galland began, pointing out the concentration of French forces in that city, “we have had major setbacks in the West. After defeating the Royalists at Wolfcour, the Fascists have seen us as their next target. Thankfully, their forces no longer include an entire tank army, but they are still as large, if not larger, than our entire army.

“Our first task should be to slow this advance as much as possible and prevent the fall of this city, which it seems the Fascists are attacking toward. If all else fails, we may even seek an arrangement with the Reich. If they agree to respect our neutrality in exchange for the use of our shipyards, which I suspect they are after, then we might be forced to accept.”

“I will die at the gates of this city before I seek an arrangement with the Reich!” Champion declared dramatically.

“Yes,” Galland concurred flatly, rubbing his thick mustache with his finger, “it would be regrettable to have to deal with them. So, my allies, do you have any creative solutions to our problems?”

STAMMBURG
NOVA CAPILE


A sliver of moon hung over Captain Dietrich Stolte, as if to light his way; but it was obsolete, due to the night-vision goggles that obscured his angular face. He trooped silently forward, his company behind him, countless other companies before him.

The 27. Brigade had been transferred from the Sumpfwald just days ago, and now was preparing for the last offensive. Their Colonel had spoken to them of duty, of honor, of courage, of the glory of death. They would emerge from this battle as heros, or they would die.
There was no other outcome.

Stolte was one of nearly 200,000 soldiers who were about to launch Operation Jörmungand. The operation was Feldmarschall Krebs’ last chance at victory. If rumor was to be believed, the high command had been frustrated with the lack of a decisive triumph over the Germans, and had ordered Krebs to either resign- which, in the vocabulary of the Stoßwehr, meant death- or attack.

Krebs’ plan was simple. The German 22nd Army had overextended itself in its rush toward the sea, leaving a thin rear-guard alongside military police formations defending the strip of territory it had conquered. Through Schwerpunkt, the concentration of force, the German troops would break the German line and achieve an encirclement of their own, trapping the 22nd Army whilst simultaneously freeing their comrades about to be cornered within the Sumpfwald. For the plan to succeed, the coast would also have to be held, which was why Krebs had also shifted significant forces to meet the 22nd Army’s march to the sea, hitherto only opposed by militiamen.

By then, Dietrich and his comrades had fanned out, skirting through the open plains before them with ease. He held his rifle before him; it was a trusted ally, one he would be happy to die beside. He came to a halt beside an immense tree stump, and waited. Time passed imperceptably; seconds or hours could have passed.

Stolte tensed; in the far distance, he heard the echoing roar of artillery, followed by the shriek of mortars and jet fighters, and then the orchestra of small-arms fire. He jumped to his feet, sprinted forward, covering ground like a cheetah. In no time at all he had run into enemy defenses.

Before him was a machine gun position. Shouts in a dialect of German very foreign to Capile rang out from inside it, as its inhabitants rushed to its defense. They never saw their attackers; an ably-tossed grenade snuffed them out.

The next positions he encountered were more ably prepared, as the commendable German troops sprung into action. But they were no match for the overwhelming columns of tanks which were now racing toward the Sumpfwald, eager to meet the troops within the Sumpfwald, who had mounted their own offensive against the 22nd Army’s rear.

Dietrich observed the cohesion of his brethren as they fought. They had trained together since they were boys just out of high-school; they were closer than brothers. When one of them slew an enemy, they all rejoiced as if it had been their own kill; when one of them was slain, no one wept. Instead, they exacted a terrible vengeance on whomever had slain him.

This, he thought, was the peak of the Stoßwehr, a peak which his formation would likely never see again. For, for every vehicle that was destroyed, there was not one to replace it. For every veteran that died, there was but a callow boy to replace him.

The Stoßtruppen pressed onward, their assault troops and armored formations assured that once they were past the initial German defenses, they would be met only with meager anti-partisan forces.
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Polarnik Naval Base
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Polarnik Naval Base was the largest Karevkan military installation in the country. Situated on the granite cliffs and rocky beaches of Kershev bay, it housed dozens of naval vessels and hundreds of aircraft. Within its concrete-walled perimeter was a complex of supply depots, hangars, harbors, and support facilities. The base extended into the cliffs surrounding it, bunkers and tunnels dug underneath the stone cliffs. Several battalions of naval infantry were stationed there year-round, who manned the missile batteries and radar stations. It was from this fortress the VII Karevkan Expeditionary Corps was departing for Capile, in a flotilla of two light carriers, three destroyers, five transports, and two cruisers.

It was beginning to rain, Major General Nikita Stepanov noticed. At least they were wearing their wool coats. He and his colonel, Artem Salkov, were walking up the concrete path towards Harbor 8, which could be better described as a micro-harbor, where the VII KEC flotilla was moored. Stepanov was a known war hero in Karevka, not a household name but still a hero. He had shown his skill as a commander in the Annexation Wars, saving the encircled 2nd Army in the Battle of Derengrod and holding his ground against five enemy divisions on Barok Hill. It was for his heroism Prime Secretary Artyom Komissarov choose him to lead Operation Wolfstone's ground troops.

He believed the Communist Party had the people's best interests at heart, but deploying troops into Capile was an ill-conceived plan to support their fellow socialists. Too much could go wrong. If a Karevkan body was discovered by the Royalists, their peacekeeping cover story would be blown. The expedition was also undermanned and underequipped: they lacked heavy anti-air weapons to combat New Decius' airpower not to mention aircraft of their own. Twenty-five helicopters and jets per regiment wasn't enough. Three days before, he had brought all of these concerns to the Prime Secretary and his ministers and had asked for more troops and equipment. His request was denied. That meeting in the basement planted seeds of doubt about the judgment of his superiors.

"Colonel Salkov, do you have any doubts about the operation?" He asked his colonel.

Artem replied quickly "None, comrade Major General. I have full
confidence in you and the Prime Secretary."

The two made their way up some steps, their hands tightly gripping the metal railing to avoid slipping. None spoke for a while until the flotilla was in sight, troops still boarding.
"Stepanov, why do you doubt the Politburo's handling of the operation?" Artem asked. He had noticed the cynicism in his superior's earlier question.

Stepanov couldn't blame him. He came from the Junior Socialists Leauge (JSL), more or less communist boy scouts, that often indoctrinated children. The State Child Care & Youth Administration had been trying to reform its political classes for years to avoid overly partisan children.

"We are undermanned, underequipped and in over our heads." Nikita began to explain, as the pair crossed the boarding bridge onto the command cruiser. The rain began falling harder now. "First, we don't have enough heavy AA weapons. Second, even with the reserve flotilla, there isn't enough aircraft or men and third, the deception could too easily be broken." They made their way across the boarding bridge.

Salkov nodded, listening to his mentor intently. They were now on deck, near the door that leads into the cruiser. "I understand completely." Was all the colonel said.

A sharp crack of thunder interrupted the men. The younger colonel opened the heavy door and held it. "After you Major General."

As Stepanov and Salkov entered, the flotilla began to set sail for Rochefurt, Capile. Many of the men were confident that victory would soon be their's, others stressed about their loved ones at home. In the lower decks of the supply ships, disassembled tanks and planes rested. Locked away behind false containers of rations and clothing. Soon their guns would be turned on the enemy.
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GRAVINES
FRENCH FREE STATE


After the Bavarian generals had disembarked, they were hastily chauffeured to an elegant chateau on the outskirts of the city, which was revealed to be the headquarters of the French General Staff. They were led to a handsomely-appointed war room, where, amidst tables of delectable pastries and thronged by waiters carrying trays of wine, they found a sprawling tactical map of the region.

A tall, handsome, strapping man in an olive uniform greeted them. His gold-accented red kepi sat aloft brown, curly hair, and a small mustache curled around his lips.

“General Julien Champion,” he introduced himself in a rich French accent, though he spoke in clipped German. “I was recently promoted to lead the first army-sized formation of my country after my victory at Roappe.”

Beside Champion, a smaller, wider, pinker man stepped into view. Judging by the amount of gold lace he was adorned with, he outranked the other.

Maréchal Maurice Galland,” he intoned, clearly annoyed by his subordinate, “commander of the entire Free French Army.”

Once introductions were settled and each man had a glass of wine in hand, the attendants were dismissed, and talk of strategy began.

“Despite our success in Roappe,” Galland began, pointing out the concentration of French forces in that city, “we have had major setbacks in the West. After defeating the Royalists at Wolfcour, the Fascists have seen us as their next target. Thankfully, their forces no longer include an entire tank army, but they are still as large, if not larger, than our entire army.

“Our first task should be to slow this advance as much as possible and prevent the fall of this city, which it seems the Fascists are attacking toward. If all else fails, we may even seek an arrangement with the Reich. If they agree to respect our neutrality in exchange for the use of our shipyards, which I suspect they are after, then we might be forced to accept.”

“I will die at the gates of this city before I seek an arrangement with the Reich!” Champion declared dramatically.

“Yes,” Galland concurred flatly, rubbing his thick mustache with his finger, “it would be regrettable to have to deal with them. So, my allies, do you have any creative solutions to our problems?”


Lietenant General Lukas Werner
Bavarian Armed Forces
Gravines, Nova Capile


Werner smiled as he listened to the French generals outline the present situation.

"Gentlemen I do believe I have the perfect plan for our predicament. My army group numbers 250,000, all elite infantry itching for a fight. Our combined forces here number 368,000. Now if I understand correctly, your intel maintains that two Fascist armies totaling 378,000 are driving on Gravines. I see a few possible courses of action here. One is to force an engagement outside of Gravines to keep the fighting out of the city and away from the civilian population. The second is to bring all our forces into the city, evacuate as many citizens as possible, dig our heels in and fight street to street. The advantage of this is we will be able to bring in naval support from our fleet docked in the city."

Werner paused for a moment before continuing.

"However, if we force an engagement outside of the city we will have air support from our aircraft carrier in port."

At this point, Admiral Wagner stepped in.

"Our pilots are highly effective. Our course of action should be to keep the fighting away from the city in order to prevent civilian casualties and damage to the city infrastructure."

General Werner nodded. "Agreed. However, it is your country Maréchal. We will do what you think is best.




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Gravines


Aboard the flagship of the Bavarian fleet, activity was bustling. Pilots were running everywhere as planes were frantically readied and brought into launch positions.

Admiral Wagner came on over the ship-wide intercom, grinding all movement to a halt.

"Attention all personnel. Ready all planes and await further orders. Signal all ships to ready all anti-aircraft guns. We must be ready for anything. That is all.

As the intercom crackled off, the ship continued its work at an accelerated pace.


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GRAVINES
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At General Werner's words, Maurice Galland's pudgy red face brightened. Even the haughty countenance of Julien Champion seemed a little more eager.

"Your support would greatly increase our odds, General Werner," he began, gears clearly turning in his capped head, his tawny eyes sweeping the tactical map beneath him. "You are correct in that we should keep fighting as far as possible from Gravines; the destruction of not only the lives but also the cultural heritage of our people would be catastrophic. To that end, I will also organize the slow but steady evacuation of the city. Our civilians will be dispersed throughout the countryside and in other major cities, such as Roappe, as I have no doubt that Fascist air raids will soon begin.

"To defend against the enemy, I can offer you but 169,000 troops. I think you will find, however, that those troops are seasoned, not only from the recent months of war, but from years of quiet partisan resistance against the Germanics. In addition, there is the fine armored corps of General Champion-" the man in question gave a sweeping bow- "which has proved instrumental to our operations in liberating Roappe. While I of course will remain in command of these troops, I am ready to submit myself to your expertise and to give you command of them should you see fit.

"I believe we should immediately begin to fortify positions as far afield from Gravines as possible, as the Fascists are already bearing down on us. It is my hope that we can soundly defeat them in a decisive engagement, so as to make them reconsider their invasion. If not, then we shall have to simply give them enough of a thrashing that they run out of men and willpower before they reach this city."

There was a moment of silence, and then Galland brightened. "Ah, yes. Not to distract from your strategizing, gentlemen, but there is a significant diplomatic development you should be aware of. Our diplomat in Oranjstad was able to negotiate a ceasefire with the Dutch, likeminded secessionists. He is currently attempting to draw them into a defensive pact with us. There is some minor squabbling over territory, but if that can be sorted, I believe that their aid would significantly improve our situation. Forming a solid bloc on the eastern coast would make states such as the Reich think twice before attacking us, and if we managed to pool our resources into a single campaign, there is much we could accomplish. If nothing more, it would at least be one less enemy."

REI VALLEY
CAPILEAN REICH


Despite the frantic transfer of Royalist troops westward, by the end of the month of August, the grain-rich Rei Valley had fallen almost completely to the Reich. Not even the harvests themselves could be saved; racing tanks often outran the hapless peasant farmers before them. Only a few trainloads of crops were salvaged from the corners of the valley, enough to feed perhaps a single city through the Winter.

Royalist resistance stiffened, however, when it came to the defense of Quassdorf. By the time the Wolf-emblazoned panzers were able to leer at that city, it had been bulwarked by a fresh shipment of armies from the East. Exhausted by a week of nonstop campaign, the Reich took a moment to recoup.

Walther Nemetz's spirits were usually high that day, as reports streamed in to his office from the front. His men had liberated the valley, had wrested thousands of hamlets and dozens of metropolises from the Royalist grip. The Wolf had extended its claws deep into the most fertile and populous region in Capile, and was already hard at work on integrating it into the Reich.
What encouraged Nemetz the most, however, was the news of sprawling, endless gold fields of grain, of food plucked from the mouth of the Crown.
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National Party Headquarters, Kongsburg
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Caspian Initiative

At long last the group was finally shown in to see Terry Blücher, the lot of them deciding that military discipline would prevail first over Socialist dialect as the five Commanding Colonel’s of the Caspian Initiative came to stiff attention and offered a salute to Blücher whom returned it with equal respect. In the time they had been waiting, rather than brushing themselves up or acquiring more conventional uniforms, the five of them chose instead to remain looking like the guerrillas they were. They intended to look like they knew what they were doing as well as proving it with their actions.

“Comrade General Secretary Blücher it is a pleasure to meet you at last, I am Colonel Dieter Göllwitz of the KPD attached to the Red Army of the Collective.” Dieter wisely decided to not smoke inside as had all the others except for Gabriel whom seemed never without a cigarette dangling from his lips. However at the very least the smoke did not seem to bother Blücher, too much. “General Secretary Pfaff sends his warm regards and hopes you are doing well. He hopes to see you again soon though he wished me to remind you rather cheekily I might add that next time you are buying the drinks.” Blücher had met with KPD General Secretary Karl Pfaff during the most recent Columbian War when the BSU and Socialist Collective had been rendering underground aid to Columbian Communists. Unfortunately the Collective had had to withdraw much earlier than expected after a cock up or two almost exposed a vast majority of their organization to Abwehr spies.

As followed the colleagues introduced each other one by one.

Next to the German Socialist was his comrade from the Communist Party of Vietnam (Đảng cộng sản việt nam/Since 1994 and up till present the largest insurgent faction in the German Indochina Colony) Chu Quang Hùng, followed by his comrade of the Congolese Communist Party (Chama cha Kikomunisti cha Kongo/Since 2005 the most prominent insurgent faction in Deutsch-Mittelafrika) Hamidi Zawadi, then the comrade from the French Communist Party (Parti Communiste Français/Illegal since 2003 but not a present insurgency in France Proper) Gabriel Gachet, and finally from the Communist Party of Russia (Kommunisticheskaya partiya Rossii/Illegal since 1987 after Soviet-German War and a major insurgency since) Lavrova Elisavetta Victorovna, the only woman of the group.

After the introductions had finished, Dieter produced a flash drive from within his jacket and handed it to Blücher. “We have precisely three thousand seven hundred and four of our Comrades waiting in makeshift quarters outside the city, that drive contains files on each and every one of them. All of them are seasoned combat veterans with a specific skill set and a knack for being able to pass on said skills.”

“If I may be frank Comrade General Secretary?” Blücher gave a nod of assent. “None of us can actively participate in the fighting here in Capile, as the Abwehr is aware of the identities of a fair number of our members so we cannot risk blatant exposure. Our sole involvement will be in training your troops up from militia to proper frontline soldiers. We can train them in a wide variety of skill sets such as marksmanship, vehicle salvage, combat medicine, camouflage, by the time we are done your troops will be more than prepared to wage war against the Royalists and the Fascists alike.”

“Our goal is to train your troops in guerrilla warfare, as well as numerous methods of flexible asymmetric warfare. This will be much better for the BSU to utilize seeing as you presently lack the resources which enable the Royalists and Fascists to maintain large scale conventional offensives.”




Battle of Stammburg, Operation Faust
Heeresgruppe Beowulf Staff Headquarters, Anstedt
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’So he finally made his move did he? It took him longer than I expected.’

Generalfeldmarschall Rommel observed the holographic display table in front of him inside his personal Vulcan S5, arms crossed over his chest and a blank slate for an expression, even though his mind was racing at a hundred kilometers an hour. The situation at the front had changed rapidly in the last twenty-four hours as Krebs forces had gone on the counteroffensive, admittedly mobilizing quite an impressive large scale offensive in such a short amount of time; already the rear guard of 22nd Armee was beginning to show some cracks as General Ulräch was forced to rush two of his more mobile Panzergrenadier Divisions from the drive to the sea to cover his flanks.

’It would seem Krebs intends to encircle the majority of 22nd Armee’s heavier divisions forward in the line near Kortelein by cutting the front at Bischofsfort. This in turn will not only encircle eight German divisions based on how many troops Ulräch is driving on the coast with, but also relieve the pressure on the VF troops inside the Sumpfwald.’

It was a bold plan indeed and, if successful, could result in a defeat crushing enough that German forces would be forced to retreat back to their starting positions ceding all the ground won from the VF. Such an outcome would likely ensure the Stammburg enclave survived for months longer if not half a year even, while Heeresgruppe Beowulf licked it wounds replenishing almost an entire field army as well as the smaller but still present localized casualties suffered by 16th and 12th Armee’s. Arguably the worst facet of such a defeat was that it was highly probable the Fascists would capture significant amounts of munitions, vehicles, and supplies from the encircled divisions and also while the Heeresgruppe withdrew thus shoring up their position significantly. Indeed if they managed to pull this off it would be the greatest defeat of Rommel’s career and the greatest defeat the Kaiserliche Armee had suffered in almost fifteen years.

If being the operative word.

Unfortunately Rommel wasn’t about to stand by and let Krebs have everything his way. He had a reputation to uphold after all.

“Computer give me an estimate of the percentage of civilians likely remaining in the potential combat theater?” Unlike most military AI’s, the supercomputer installed on the Vulcan could produce millions of extremely accurate calculations a minute so it could properly act as a tactical aid. Initially Rommel had felt it took something out of being a commander but not anymore.

”Calculations conclude that the majority of civilian non-combatants have left the potential combat zone. Satellite and human intelligence alongside calculations estimate approximately fourteen percent of civilian non-combatants remaining in the potential combat theater.”

Well that was an acceptable percentage for combat. While Rommel was against civilian casualties if they were preventable, in scenario’s such as this it could not be helped but accept there must be some collateral damage as events transpired. Fortunately the Finance Department at the OHL had already allocated sixteen billion Euromarks for potential compensation payouts for accidental civilian deaths and property losses.

“Transmit orders to all commands at Armee and Division level. All fire support restrictions and operational tactics restrictions previously in place are hereby lifted.”

While preventing civilian casualties was a reason behind the tactics and fire support restrictions in place for the campaign, there was another more strategic reason. By forcing the campaign into a slow but steady crawl on all fronts civilian’s were much more likely to flee ahead of time than if they saw the enemy on their doorstep and chaos reigned. Rommel also figured that eventually Krebs superiors would become frustrated and demand and offensive, forcing the VF to come out of their shell at Stammburg and finally face the German troops bayonet to bayonet in the field as it were. By doing so however they had exposed themselves in a most vulnerable fashion. Though the terrain of the Sumpfwald did provide some natural cover for the VF forces still holding out there, with the restrictions lifted that meant General von Schneider would simply begin blasting the whole of it to pieces with artillery and air strikes where previously such attacks were restricted to within the combat radius. The enemy was even more exposed further South where the open plains gave German aircraft every opportunity to blow the Fascists there to smithereens. This also was an advantage for the German armor who could now clash head on with their Stoßwehr counterparts as General Witold had been trying orchestrate for some time now; with his enemy now out in the open where he could fight them, the General could send his Panzer Divisions smashing into them like so many hammers.

“Computer issue following orders to 22nd Armee Command.” Using a tactical marker Rommel began formulating a new operational strategy as he drew an advance from Ulräch’s main forces near Kortelein to the coastal city of Carrbeck. “General Ulräch is to ignore the threat to his rear and instead make all speed for Carrbeck with all of 22nd Armee’s current field strength. Kortelein is to be bypassed rather than captured and any enemy heavy main units are to be engaged and destroyed.” As these orders were being sent, Rommel began marking several new avenues of advance for 16th Armee in the South under General Witold whom had his headquarters at Orburg. It seemed a shame to have all those eager troops just holding the line rather than plunging deep into enemy territory as they had been trained to do. “Further orders to be dispatched to 16th Armee Command. The Fascists 3rd Panzerarmee is their primary target of engagement and all speed should be made in a general advance. The enemy is to be pressed along the entire Southern Front with no relief night or day, I expect Witold to continuously press them thus preventing the 3rd Panzerarmee actively supporting the relief of the Sumpfwald Pocket.”

That just left 12th Armee which had been steadily, but slowly slugging it out in the Sumpfwald for the majority of the campaign. “Großadmiral von Stürnben is to render all available fire support from the fleet to General von Schneider’s suppression of the Sumpfwald including cruise missile strikes. The 3rd, 5th, and 9th Regiments of Luftkavallerie will render themselves unto General von Schneider’s command for her usage as she sees fit.”

As the computer began transmitting the orders he had decreed, Rommel found himself spacing out as he watched the map in front of him change with the live updates coming in from the satellites. He admired the boldness of Krebs offensive, but in hindsight it was more harmful to his own cause than to his enemies. To start with the skies were very surely in German hands and by now the VF’s stock of both Jagdhund’s and the ammunition for them was running dangerously low, so low that the Luftwaffe could all but disregard them as a serious threat and thus resume heavy CAS operations. Then there was the supply situation; while Rommel had ample reserves remaining to keep his troops resupplied, current estimates only believed the VF had enough supplies to maintain three to four days of offensive operations before being forced to go back on the defensive. While waiting your enemies out was a tried and true strategy especially when they had limited logistics, Rommel was most certainly a commander of action so he would press his attack most vigorously, launching a counteroffensive against a counteroffensive. By doing so he would force his enemy to exhaust his supplies even further as well as destroying the quickly assembled supply lines Krebs had setup now that air support restrictions were lifted allowing for strategic air strikes on all major infrastructure once again, after which it was simply a matter of crushing his grinding the enemies remaining forces between hammer and anvil.

A message popped up on the display, transmitted from the SMS Himmelreich, Großadmiral von Stürnben’s flagship. Operation Ludwig Is Ready On Your Order bringing a smile to Joachim’s face.

Though his cover had been blown when he revealed himself to Feldmarschall Krebs to present the surrender offer, Hauptmann Willi Dernen had in fact managed to conduct extensive surveillance of Stammburg before finalizing his mission. These included points of vital command and defense infrastructure as well as gaps in the cities security grid which the Abwehr officer had made sure to document in his notes as well as putting in place certain other ‘arrangements’. Such ‘arrangements’ were the negotiation with the black market and underworld elements in the city to setup several secure and several dummy safe houses in the city alongside making sure a number of those gaps in the grid remained open through the delivery of certain payments to civilian administrators. Dernen was fairly certain that the underworld contacts, even if not trustworthy, would do as they were paid if solely because of how much the Abwehr had decided to pitch for the operation; almost fifty million Euromarks changed hands before everything was setup, so Dernen was at least sure the criminals would keep their end of the bargain if only to get more of the Abwehr’s illicit work in future.

Operation Ludwig was the deployment of not one but two KSK Special Operations Groups (SOG Anton and SOG Dora) from the SMS Himmelreich by helicopter to Stammburg for an operation aimed at capturing the VF Party Headquarters in the city and with it the Fascist civilian and military leadership there. For this the Luftwaffe was going to deploy one of its experimental weapons via a supersonic bomber deploying out of Ostafrika; a new type of Electro Magnetic Pulse (EMP) warhead under development since 2011 as part of the Weapons of Mass Disruption Program. The weapon is designed as a ‘blackout’ weapon specifically for usage against enemy civilian targets as a ‘soft terror’ weapon meant for causing panic and chaos. Currently the latest prototype had an effective range of three kilometers with the proper surge behind it to knock out all electronics civilian or military short of the highly secured systems built in nuclear bunkers, so utilizing the warhead on Stammburg should have successful results and provide not only enough chaos for the two SOG’s to slip into the city, but also knock out the anti-air defenses in the city center. The original model first proposed in 2011 had been meant to act in coordination with an attached thermobaric warhead to start a large fire which a blackout city would be hard pressed to fight, however that was shot down in 2015 when the Kaiserreich authored the Convention Regarding Civilians in War Zones for the European Parliament banning the intentional targeting of civilians with lethal strategic weapons. This latest prototype merely produced a minor impact explosion when the warhead made contact on the ground, just enough charge to properly destroy the device contained within after it had set off the pulse, that way the job was done and the enemy could not properly examine the technology.

Joachim first drafted an order for the launch of the bomber from the IX. Luftflotte stationed in Ostafrika, then sent back an order to the Himmelreich to launch the helicopters in precisely one hour which should give the bomber time, not that a supersonic bomber needed much, to get over the target. After this was done an alert popped up that he had an incoming call on the monitor from Command Staff for Heeresgruppe Siegfried. Upon putting it through he was greeted with the grizzled features of a clearly annoyed Feldmarschall Franz Lütold von Sonnenschein who came to attention with a salute as Rommel was his superior in rank as well as his Theater Commander.

Joachim returned the salute with a wry smile as he took in his old friends expression. “Franz, its good to see you. I take it that Heeresgruppe Siegfried has finished its arrival process and the airlift has been completed.” He quirked an eyebrow. “I also take it based on your expression that the Eastern Front is in worse condition than we expected?”

”That would be putting it mildly Joachim. When I arrived here it was to find that unlike the pristine well maintained airbases and harbors that Beowulf arrived to near Rochefort, Südhoof did not have similarly maintained facilities.” The veteran produced a cigarette from inside his jacket pocket, alongside a match seemingly out of thin air, and took several puffs. ”When we set out from Germany, the Capilean’s told me that Südhoof and the surrounding area did indeed have the proper facilities to handle the airlift of an entire Heeresgruppe. Apparently that fool Zaiser did not consider that these airbases and harbors would be damaged at all by the Red offensive or just how large a German Heeresgruppe is, despite the fact that our two militaries have been cooperating and training together for almost a decade now. I arrived to find that Zaiser has been sacked, half of the Royalist Divisions are too under equipped to go into the line and the other half are too exhausted and beaten to go back into the line, oh and I keep having civilian bureaucrats raising bloody hell everytime I make a move in their area of jurisdiction. Christ its hard enough just getting my divisions organized after the airlift but their making it hell to even find barracks for my troops.” Unlike when Heeresgruppe Beowulf arrived at Rochefort, Heeresgruppe Siegfried had not been sent to Capile with an immediate offensive plan in mind, as Rommel’s sole objective to open was to secure Stammburg and put paid to the threat to the Royalist capital. As such not much concern was made to quarters and barracks for the troops since they immediately went on the march for their staging areas around Stammburg. Not so in the East; Franz at present did not have a specific strategic objective planned out yet so his troops would be idle for a short time. The solutions were to either basically build small cities specifically for quartering German troops (The legality of such a move was in question as to whether it was technically a foreign power seizing Capilean sovereign soil) or making arrangements with the local towns and villages to quarter his troops there.

“Precisely how bad would you say the Royalist position is in the East? Are they capable of stopping the Raus to Kongsburg linkup? If not would your intervention assist at all in such a respect?” Rommel felt he already knew the answer to that question but he needed to hear it for himself.

”If I’m being absolutely blunt they cannot stop the linkup between Kongsburg and Raus, they haven’t the supplies nor the fresh troops to get a meaningful sizable force into whats left of the gap. Frankly at this stage any force Winser did send in would likely end up encircled and then they’d either have to attempt repeated breakouts or fight to the last.” That wasn’t entirely terrible, Rommel knew that Winser was a more than competent commander unlikely to waste troops on a far fetched chance for an unlikely victory. ”Also I cannot get my troops anywhere near the gap in time without utilizing a massive airborne offensive, an operation which would require time and planning as well as the OHL sending me several Divisions of Fallschirmjäger else I make a Market Garden of it all. The best bet would be to encircle the BSU’s territory in a blockade while they are still consolidating their gains, or at the very least marshal troops to keep them from actually going for the coast. In my opinion the Royalists currently don’t have the capability to conduct offensive actions on this front due to a lack in manpower, equipment, and basic necessities.”

“Very well then. I’m about to give Krebs three in the gut and one in the teeth so I’ll get back to you later but I get hold of the Reichskanzler and see if he can’t expedite that quartering matter. Dismissed.” And with that the call ended.
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GRAVINES
FREE FRENCH STATE


At General Werner's words, Maurice Galland's pudgy red face brightened. Even the haughty countenance of Julien Champion seemed a little more eager.

"Your support would greatly increase our odds, General Werner," he began, gears clearly turning in his capped head, his tawny eyes sweeping the tactical map beneath him. "You are correct in that we should keep fighting as far as possible from Gravines; the destruction of not only the lives but also the cultural heritage of our people would be catastrophic. To that end, I will also organize the slow but steady evacuation of the city. Our civilians will be dispersed throughout the countryside and in other major cities, such as Roappe, as I have no doubt that Fascist air raids will soon begin.

"To defend against the enemy, I can offer you but 169,000 troops. I think you will find, however, that those troops are seasoned, not only from the recent months of war, but from years of quiet partisan resistance against the Germanics. In addition, there is the fine armored corps of General Champion-" the man in question gave a sweeping bow- "which has proved instrumental to our operations in liberating Roappe. While I, of course, will remain in command of these troops, I am ready to submit myself to your expertise and to give you command of them should you see fit.

"I believe we should immediately begin to fortify positions as far afield from Gravines as possible, as the Fascists are already bearing down on us. It is my hope that we can soundly defeat them in a decisive engagement, so as to make them reconsider their invasion. If not, then we shall have to simply give them enough of a thrashing that they run out of men and willpower before they reach this city."

There was a moment of silence, and then Galland brightened. "Ah, yes. Not to distract from your strategizing, gentlemen, but there is a significant diplomatic development you should be aware of. Our diplomat in Oranjstad was able to negotiate a ceasefire with the Dutch, likeminded secessionists. He is currently attempting to draw them into a defensive pact with us. There is some minor squabbling over territory, but if that can be sorted, I believe that their aid would significantly improve our situation. Forming a solid bloc on the eastern coast would make states such as the Reich think twice before attacking us, and if we managed to pool our resources into a single campaign, there is much we could accomplish. If nothing more, it would at least be one less enemy."


Admiral Dieter Wagner
Bavarian Armed Forces
Gravines, Nova Capile


As the French marshal delivered his response, Admiral Wagner developed the basis of a battle plan, at least on the naval side of things.

"Maréchal Galland, I do believe I have the beginnings of a battle plan, at least for my ships. Our aircraft are ready to launch and the fleet is on high alert. During the battle, I can give you an airstrike every 30-60 minutes for around 10 hours. After that, they will become very sporadic because we will have to begin refueling our fighters."

Wagner paused to look at the tactical map.

"Now, what I mean by an airstrike is simple. Each strike will consist of 5 fighters and 3 heavy bombers. The fighters will go after lighter targets but their primary mission is to protect the bombers. The bombers will look for armored formations and harder targets to hit. In this way, we can systematically force the enemy to try and conserve their armor which will impede their offensive drive. I believe if we knock out their armor their numbers advantage will be negated. Now, I am a naval officer so I am not the foremost authority on ground tactics. I believe this is where General Werner will take over. "




Lietenant General Lukas Werner
Bavarian Armed Forces
Gravines, Nova Capile


General Werner listened intently as the admiral spoke.

"Yes, indeed Admiral. I do believe you have the general idea. Targeting their armor will slow down their offensive but it will also cause confusion and chaos. That is where we will strike. In the aftermath of each airstrike, we will push them back."

He stood up and straightened out his uniform.

"Now, on to the rest of the plan. We are still familiarizing ourselves with Capilean geography. Is there any location outside Gravines that would be particularly advantageous in a pitched battle?"

After he had finished speaking, a Bavarian military aid burst into the room, carrying a military issued radio.

"Sirs, urgent message from Munich!"

Werner frowned. This was certainly unexpected, he thought.

"Put them on."

The radio crackled to life.

"General Werner, Admiral Wagner. I have some good news and some bad news. The good news is we have reinforcements on the way. Army Group Krüger is en route to Gravines. They are being transported in some transports escorted by a squadron of cruisers. That is a total of 275,000."

"Copy that Munich. Why the extra men? Army groups are typically 250,000."

"Major General Krüger requisitioned a division of marines."

"Well then. What's the bad news?"

"Ah. The bad news is there will be no reinforcements in the near future."

Werner stood up in disbelief.

"What! Why!"

"A law was passed by our legislation to suspend further reinforcements to any foreign conflicts. Chancellor Kasel is leading an effort to repeal it but it could take months. We'll keep you posted. That is all. Munich out."

The aide saluted and left the room.

"Well, that does not bode well. However, we must focus on the task at hand. What would be the best place to force a confrontation? Also, General Champion, what is the composition of your armored corps?"
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The crack of Petyr's .308 tore Sergei from his trance.

"Wake up, Mr. President. I've got you by one boar now."

"Mm. My apologies, Petyr Andreyovech."

Sergei slipped his smoldering cigar between his cracked lips and shouldered his rifle, scanning the field ahead for any remaining movement. To his left- movement in the foliage. He followed it for a few seconds, before at last squeezing off a leading round into his target. Stillness. "And what of it, Petyr?" He'd chuckle, handing off his rifle to an aide before removing the cigar from his mouth. Petyr Andreyovech was a typical titan of industry within Akordania; overly competitive to the point of obsession...getting his rocks off from any subtle dig at his enemies. At this point in the game, the truth was besting his fellow oligarchs in hunting and drinking was Petyr's only remaining means of taking a stab at them. Anything more would be mutually assured destruction. The two men, along with several other players, were much better off working together. Regardless, Petyr found the President's newfound interest in a distant civil war very concerning, and it had weighed on his mind all morning. He'd bring it up then, but he felt it a shame to sour a good day of hunting.

But I'm tied up in this just as much as this buffoon, he thought to himself. The portly man turned toward Sergei, clearing his throat.

"Save it, Petyr. I really won't hear any more of this from any of you. I'm committing fifteen hundred troops and some supplies to the fight. The belligerent I'm backing has all the makings of the victor and will make strong leadership for Nova Capile in due time. It really is not a tough choice by any means. You know as well as I do that we need allies. Now, more than ever." Sergei stated plainly while puffing on his cigar.

Petyr scoffed and glanced off at the dead pigs a few hundred meters away.

"Right. I suppose that is true. You know you're not the only one I get intel from. I've got plenty of friends in that internal ministry. Heard some seriously gruesome tales about the goings-on back East. JIihadists really are quite the pest, aren't they? When are you planning on getting serious about that?

Sergei ignored the first part of Petyr's statement.

"I've placed Internal Troops into the fight. Also killed a great deal of the leadership along with any of the families I could find within our borders. I'd say I'm pretty serious. The problem is just that-- they're pests. It's much easier fighting a uniformed enemy with a rigid chain of command. Anyway, it will be dealt with. With luck, we'll have a great deal of foreign aid in the near future to finally crush those rats."

Sergei at last tossed his cigar onto the ground and crushed it beneath his boot, advancing toward the fallen boar; a waddling Petyr in tow, alongside aides.

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FROM THE DESK OF PRESIDENT SERGEI YUKASHENKO

Addressed to: Reichsleiter Walter Nemetz

Reichsleiter Nemetz,

It is truly a pleasure to make your acquaintance, but I will save your precious time and skip the pleasantries. As you may know Akordania has taken quite an interest in the ongoing civil war plaguing Nova Capile, and has observed the multitude of factions in an effort to gain adequate knowledge on the balance of power, and additionally who would best suit the advancement of Akordanian interests. It is my firm belief that the future belongs to the strong, and your regime undoubtedly radiates such a trait. Your emphasis on nationalism and economic revival, as well, is certainly in line with the goals of the Akordanian Republic. In conclusion, as a token of friendship I would like to offer you military equipment and reinforcements in the form of the 3rd Special Airborne Guards Brigade; a Spetsnaz unit with unparalleled tenacity and aggression. They are outfitted primarily as light infantry, and deploy with soft-skinned vehicles, though they are reinforced by a regular mechanized Army detachment. In the event of your acceptance, please use them in whatever capacity serves you best. I await your response.

Respectfully,
President Sergei Yukashenko
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Postby The Grand Duchy Of Nova Capile » Sat Sep 14, 2019 6:11 pm


ORBURG
CAPILEAN REICH


Operation Jörmungand had met with limited success.

Krebs’ plan had called for two principal thrusts, although one was intended to be only diversionary. That attack, launched toward Bischofsfort, had seemed to draw the most attention from the tenacious German defenders, who rightfully feared the encirclement of their 22. Army by the city’s capture.

Stalled by the unforeseen and rapid reinforcement of German mechanized units, the Reich’s panzers had fallen short of overrunning Bischofsfort. This did not concern Feldmarschall Krebs, as his forces directed at Bischofsfort paled in comparison to the host he had dispatched toward Orburg.

Perhaps greedily, Krebs had aimed to encircle not only the 22. Armee, but also the Capilean Army Detachment A and various military police and rear-guard formations by linking up with the Sumpfwald through Orburg, rather than Bischofsfort. As such, many veteran panzer and assault grenadier divisions had been assigned to the Reich’s rightmost thrust. This positioning allowed for both an advantage and a disadvantage. Namely, it would be much more difficult for German forces to reinforce the more distant Orburg- especially since their lines were being attacked from all sides- but there was also more ground for Krebs’ troops to cover.
It was ambitious; but so was the whole operation.


The small town of Orburg burned.

The flames engulfing it took the shape of metal behemoths, groaning tanks and trucks which rolled through the streets, eviscerating whole apartment blocks with single shells. Clad in dark uniforms and shining helmets, the Stoßtruppen raged forward with flamethrowers and machine guns, cleansing the city.

Its defenders, frantic gendarmes both Capilean and German, fought back against the flames with what few anti-tank weapons they had. Aside from roaring fighter jets, professional German reinforcements had not yet appeared, as had been promised, and what few defenders remained were hard-pressed to fight back against the inferno, which was fast consuming all that remained.

The fire did not extinguish until it had nothing left to burn. By morning’s light, the Reich’s banner fluttered over the ashes, and Captain Dietrich Stolte and his men were racing ever onward, racing against time.


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To: President Sergei Yukashenko
From: Reichsleiter Walther Nemetz

Hail!

I am proud that a nation such as yours has dared to stand against the international, unholy alliance between greed and Marxism, the alliance I have dedicated my life to fighting.

Enemies of this accursed union are always welcome on Capilean soil, and so I accept your offer without hesitation.

It will be an honor to fight alongside you, if only in spirit.

Signed,
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KONGSBURG
SOCIALIST TERRITORY


Terry Blücher weighed the words of the men before him carefully, all the while taking in their diverse and grizzled appearances.

At long last he spoke. “Comrades, I take your advice to heart, as you are some of the most experienced allies of the Revolution. However, I also have some questions to pose.

“First of all, you mentioned that the Revolution does not currently have the capabilities to go toe-to-toe against the Fascists and Monarchists. While this is, in some sense and for the moment, true, I believe that it is rapidly becoming irrelevant. Under the Party’s direction, the heavy industries of, Kongsburg, Raus, and even Pritzen have been reformed. Now that their workers and freed and no longer subjected to inhumane conditions, their devotion to the Revolution has increased tenfold, and so has the production of our factories. We are rapidly exceeding replacement levels of our equipment, and as has been demonstrated by the liberation of Rulund, we are able to field an armored corps.

“So, we are now close to being able to equip our vast armies. And, thanks to your expertise, our troops will soon be in tip-top fighting condition. Completing our numerical and morale advantages with effective equipment and professional training would, in the opinion of myself and my generals, leave us in a position where we would be perfectly able to launch major offensives.

“I agree that for the time being, once Raus and Kongsburg have been linked, relegate ourselves to a defensive role. But once your training and our equipment production has swung into full gear, we should bring our advantages to bear as quickly as possible.

“Unless you disagree with me, then I would have you begin educating my own drillmasters on urban warfare and offensive combat, alongside limited partisan training. You will train the trainers, and so on, so that your invaluable experience is disseminated throughout the width and breadth of the Revolution. After which I would have you instill further discipline and tactics within the most experienced of my revolutionaries.

“Any qualms, comrades?”

GRAVINES
FREE FRENCH STATE


Maréchal Galland tugged thoughtfully at his brown mustache, hazel eyes scanning the tactical map below him as he considered his allies’ question.

“I must say that the terrain is not particularly in our favor. It consists mostly lowlands and flatlands, along with many marshes, though none are broad or treacherous enough to give us a significant advantage. I will mention that in the past months we have been constructing various defense lines to the West, although none is yet complete enough to hold back an enemy offensive by its own virtue. Thus, we will most likely have to rely on tactics rather than terrain to defeat the enemy.”

When his commander had finished, General Champion spoke up in answer to his Bavarian counterpart. “My armored corps has, regrettably, been utilizing mostly captured enemy equipment due to the fact that we possess neither the heavy industries nor the materials to manufacture fighting vehicles. We had many more vehicles than trained crews in the early days of the war, but especially after the Battle of Roappe, we have run into a deficit. That is a problem which, without meaning to presume, I hope that aid from your country might alleviate. At present, I have approximately 600 armored vehicles ready for battle.”


Without an abundance of armored spearheads, the Reich’s advance had slowed, and now dragged across the French wetlands, opposed tenaciously by the ever-withdrawing Free French skirmish line. Miles behind these preliminary scrimmages, hordes of burly soldiers and workmen alike labored in the sweltering Summer sun, digging trenches, erecting bunkers, and installing machine guns and flamethrowers within their newly-built emplacements.

The French were emboldened by the fact that for every mile they retreated, they were yielding whole villages of their wives, sisters, and children to the iron grip of the leering Reich.

They were ready to dig in their feet, to fight, to defend their homeland.

Or to die trying.
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Postby Akordania » Sat Sep 14, 2019 6:32 pm


SAXTONBURG
NOVA CAPILE


The eerie howl of hulking Ilyushin-76s pierced the air above the countryside surrounding Saxtonburg; leaving behind a seemingly endless trail of parachutes in their wake. As the planes continued lazily gliding through the air, the shapes of suspended vehicles and crates were replaced by the silhouettes of men. Some minutes later, the rear hatches of the airframes crawled upward, and with that they cut off in a loop- back to wherever they had come from. The sky stood littered with the tools of war for some time, their descent slow and controlled. On the ground, vehicle crewmen crawled out of their respective machines and wrestled with the massive nylon chutes now consuming their hosts. The parachutes were severed and cast aside to reveal a medley of armored and soft-skinned vehicles; predominantly BMD-3 IFV's, T-72 MBT's, KAMaz troop trucks, and UAZ 3132's. Strewn about the landing zone among the vehicles were crates containing supplies of all kinds...though ammunition was naturally most common. Just as engines were coming to life, batches of paratroopers crashed into the earth, some landing more gracefully than others. Immediately, chatter of the southern Akordanian dialect among the men broke out, with a great deal of laughter. The soldiers stripped off their jump equipment to reveal faded, coral green camouflage jumpsuits accompanied by dark green body armor, with balaclavas and helmets to match. It took little time before NCO's proceeded to bark out orders, dispatching soldiers to their assigned vehicles as three separate columns began to form. All three columns would begin and end with a T-72 for protection and pace dictation, while IFV's would be after every other troop transport. When the aforementioned transports ran out of room, the soldiers would pile on top of the remaining armor.

Eventually the convoy tore off to the north, leaving a hundred meter safety gap between each column as they rode. Brigade leadership had long been informed of de-mined stretches of road leading further into Reich territory, and as a result felt no need to be reserved; ordering the T-72's to push their 60 km/h limit. If anything, they'd likely be more susceptible to enemy artillery fire by trying to be wary, they reasoned. While the current formation was by no means tactically sound, the 3rd Brigade would eventually break down at the detachment level to ensure optimal movement on the battlefield. For some time the Akordanian military had gone completely untested in war, and stuck to the primitive doctrine of their former Soviet overseers. As time progressed, however, independent Akordania was blooded through the trials of a jihadist uprising in the far East of the nation. At the onset of the conflict, the military confronted full-scale conventional hosts, armed to the the teeth and as fanatical as they come. They suffered greatly at the hands of the jihadists, and after many humiliating defeats, strategic doctrine was revised at all levels to fit the new nature of their wars. From then on, the militants who once posed a significant threat were reduced to fragments in a matter of a few months. What the Akordanians lacked in experience, they made up for in sheer brutality. Collateral damage is never a consideration, and very rarely will quarter be given. If the enemy is in a dense village- raze the village. If a target is missing but their family is present- take them as prisoners instead. Little to nothing is off limits. Anything and everything must be done to secure victory.

In seemingly no time at all, the tank at the head of the column cut right onto a much wider, well paved road leading into Saxtonburg proper. Its driver eased off on the acceleration, passing through several layers of entry control points before at last crossing the threshold. The stormtroopers and civilians alike eyed their new masked guests suspiciously as they rolled down the street. Many of the paratroopers simply lost themselves in the sheer scale of the city; taken aback by its sprawling buildings and streets. Given that most of them were from rural South Akordania, such sights were like something out of a dream. The column at last slowed to a halt in the driveway of the Party Headquarters; the rear of the formation still sitting in an open intersection. As the engines were killed, troops lit cigarettes and lounged around near their vehicles, exchanging remarks about the city they had finally found themselves in. In the center of the column, the door to a UAZ was opened with the help of an aide, and out stepped Lieutenant Colonel Katerina Rybakov- commander of the brigade. Forming her stark white beret to her head as she walked, Katerina turned to her aide- a Junior Lieutenant by the name of Petro Korbov.

"You're dismissed for the time being. Let Sergeant Major know the men need to chow, and once I'm out of this meeting we'll reform and proceed to our position."

Korbov gave a quick nod and headed back toward the gathering of soldiers, as Katerina ascended the steps leading into the building. Katerina approached the receptionist at the front desk. "I am the commander of the Akordanian forces sent in support of the Reich. I'm looking to report in to whoever is charged with command in this region." She'd state in a thick accent. The receptionist eyed her wordlessly for a few moments before clearing his throat and giving her the appropriate directions. Katerina nodded, advancing further into the building to an office. Prior to stepping into the room, she removed her beret- smoothing a hand over her hair, now tightened into a bun. Command wears on you, she thought to herself. Question is, can you handle the reins here?" "We'll certainly see." She'd mutter, before opening the office door and advancing in, before abruptly halting and rendering the Akordanian salute; bringing the index end of a closed right fist against one's chest. She then assumed parade rest. Though military custom varied country to country, she assumed such courtesies would still be recognized. The commander here undoubtedly earned their position through many years of distinguished service.

"Greetings. I am Lieutenant Colonel Rybakov. My brigade, the 3rd Special Airborne Guards have arrived in full force and are awaiting deployment to their forward positions on the front. Simply say the word, and we'll make haste in that direction."

Outside in the driveway, the paratroopers relaxed their gear and continued to smoke and joke, some of them now pacing around on the sidewalk, their Kalashnikovs and PKP's still hanging loosely from slings. Some men drew card decks, others breaking into rations and brewing tea atop searing hot engine vents. A few broke out in song, to the displeasure of nearby stormtroopers who stood guard. In the eyes of the 3rd Brigade, there'd be little time to let loose on the front. Every second would count there toward crushing the objective, and for most of the men, they hoped the objective was simply killing as many of the enemy as possible. The jihadist uprising in the East was the most that many of them had encountered, and while undoubtedly a good fight, it was winding down into an insurgency as opposed to a genuine ground war. This conflict could be yet another test of their harsh training.
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The Empire had so far neglected the conflict in Nova Capile, just four years ago, a new government had been reinstated by the Japanese people after they created their very own constitution. The constitution had called for the reinstating of His Holiness the Emperor by the Prime Minister, Shinzo Abe. The Japan Self Defense forces had become the Imperial Army and Navy, and was seeing rapid expansion to its former glory. With more tanks and new carriers being built, the Empire was becoming a more formidable force. While quite lacking in the ability still to wage all out war, its offensive abilities where increasing, and now was the time for the Prime Minister and the Emperor to make a choice; get involved in the conflict and end over 70 years of peace, or watch from the sidelines as a new threat grew.

With the new constitution, the Imperial Diet had been rendered a puppet to the Prime Minister and Emperor's will. And thus in a the Imperial Palace, the issue was about to be brought up.

Chief of Staff, Joint Staff General Kōji Yamazaki walked into the crowded war room and quickly took his seat. He was surrounded by politicians, generals, and to one side of the room, sat the Prime Minister and the Emperor himself. The Intelligence Chief Shigetake Ogata of the former Public Security Intelligence Agency was the first to speak. Saying "Intelligence reports have shown advances of the Communist forces in Nova Capile, which is a threat to our system of government. I suggest we assist with at the least economic aid or even support operations."

Minister of Defense, Takeshi Iwaya replied, "I agree, we must take action, but the Empire must come first before other nations. What do we have to gain from this?"

General Yamazaki then spoke, "I believe we should center around building up our forces in Japan and not getting involved at all in this war. We can take action, when we are ready."

The other politicians continued to bicker, before the Prime Minister was seen specking in a hushed tone to the Emperor. The Emperor, having been listening the entire time, then spoke saying "I believe there is something to gain from being involved, and an enemy to defend against. We cannot wage all out war, but we can send aid and a strike group could be made in the future to be deployed. The situation is quite confusing, so I suggest we support the Capilean Reich for the time being, in secret, while we see who is the best suited to win and would act in favor of the Empire should they win."

Prime Minister Abe nodded, "Your judgement is very wise your Imperial Highness."

Soon everyone in the room was nodding in agreement, despite their beliefs knowing the newly reinstated Kenpeitai would be enforcing the Emperor's will. And crushing all who disagreed.

General Yamazaki stood, "I will ready a report on how the aid shall be shipped and have a small force mobilized along with one of our carrier groups."

Intelligence Chief Ogata stood as well, "I will have a report made on all sides of the war, and ready detailed maps and information for any troops that are being considered for deployment."

"Dismissed" said the Prime Minister, and the meeting ended. He nodded at an assistant, "Ready a message to the Fatherland Front."

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Message to Parteileiter Walther Nemetz
From Prime Minister Shinzo Abe
Encryption: Top Secret


The Empire of Japan wishes to offer economic support and potentially deploy forces to the glorious Fatherland Front should you approve. In the war against Communism, and Royalist anarchy we seek to lend our support where it is needed. With one word from me the Empire's forces will be sent out. I await your reply.


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General Sato looked out at the fleet as Admiral Yamamoto stood beside him. The Imperial Japanese Navy Izumo Carrier was being readied, armed with its 28 F-35 and F-22 Fighters. He watched as they were being loaded with weapons, and men were running about the deck. This was his flagship. He looked to the side as five Ōsumi-class tank landing ships were being readied with around 2,500 Imperial Marines boarding the vessels. 10 destroyers, 2 corvettes, 3 submarines and several other support ships would be joining the fleet to escort them once the green light was given from High Command.

He was not being given very many men, and was quite worried about that. Reinforcements would only be sent should it be deemed the Fatherland Front be able and have the ability to fight off the enemies. A vast amount of men could be drafted, but since no war had yet been declared, this was all he would get. He looked grim as the thought of entering another war entered his mind. The Empire was finally gaining strength, and this would be a chance for glory and gains. Soon he thought, soon.

Sergeant Hashimoto walked up the ramp armed with his Howa Type 89 Assault Rifle and his SCK/Minebea 9mm Pistol. He was quite nervous, as this would be his first real battle experience, and he would be leading as a section commander, and if deployed, he and his men would land at the beaches, and move on to support allied forces. His mission was quite simple, destroy Communist forces before they could gain control. While he himself knew little of the operation, he knew in his heart, he was ready to die for his Emperor.

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