CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE: Woe! Weep! War Has Come to Brittany (December 1519-June 1523) Alternate Timeline, Not Canon
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE: Woe! Weep! War Has Come to Brittany
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(December 1519-June 1523)
Alternate Timeline, Not Canon
"El Pelea" from the OWB mod for HOI4
It is December 9th, 1519. What we’ve longed feared has come to pass, Brittany is at war with France. Curse the Burgundian king for dying! Curse the traitorous Pope in Rome!|-|
(December 1519-June 1523)
Alternate Timeline, Not Canon
"El Pelea" from the OWB mod for HOI4

Brittany, her colonies in the New World, plus Switzerland, Castille, Navarra, Aragon, and their colonies are at war with France, Naples, Geneva, Savoy, and Scotland. The sides are not as uneven as one might expect, but we’re still outnumbered. And a good chunk of our alliance’s forces are stuck across the Atlantic.
The first thing we do is order our trade fleet in Bordeaux to port before the French fleet snipes it. The second thing is to burn our Professionalism to help with our manpower stocks. The third thing is to take on debt, the Bourgeoisie loans plus a normal loan to pay back our existing 4% one (since our loan size has now increased from 121 to 192).

Our army in Ireland (5-2-0) heads to Ulster to block any Scottish attempts to cross the strait. Our transports in West Africa move to Mexico to pick up as many of our boys as they can for the trip back to Europe. The Defensive Edict goes on in all our mainland provinces to slow the French down. We fill our forcelimit by building 5 more Irish infantry.

We unpause.
The French move over us like a horde. Nowhere is safe. The game, taking pity on us, gives us extra Fort Defense for the next 10 years. The Pope, vile collaborator he is, rivals us as well. At least he is honest and open about his deceit.
With Bro Naoned about to fall barely 6 months into the war, I order our trade fleet to the allied port of Cantabria. Some extra ships I had exploring also make their way from Cape Coast to the Canaries. June sees the entire Breton mainland lost. But we still fight on!

The Iberians have taken Narbonnais, but now they twiddle their thumbs. With Brittany occupied, the French are free to turn their attention south. Our allies are woefully ill-prepared.

In better news, we capture a lone French trade ship off the coast of Ireland after our fleet moves away from Cantabria. We also take the mission to build to our forcelimit, giving us extra morale.

I build an extra infantry in Cape Coast with the hope that we might one day be able to ship it over. Our transports have just arrived in Mexico and are now on their way to Ireland. Colonial Mexico forms and I name it after, what a quick internet search tells me, is the patron Saint of Brittany, “le Refuge d’Anne.” The extra Merchant from its 10 provinces is sent to the Ivory Coast to Transfer Trade.


Our unit in Cape Coast moves west and occupies, then seizes, a French colony! They’ll learn we aren’t so toothless. I quickly put a colonist there to change its culture to Breton. Whydah also becomes a full-fledged city. That colonist is sent to Benguela near Kongo.


Switzerland, our faithful friend, is forced to surrender 2 provinces, reparations, and money to Savoy for peace. But Castille and Aragon have engaged a large French force in Burgos. They face none other than Louis XIII himself! Our allies win but take more casualties. The French have the most Discipline out of the participants. But the Castilians have the most Morale.



Such victories are short-lived. The French soon return in greater numbers as our transports arrive in the formerly Portuguese province of Algarve. Across the Mediterranean, the Ottomans beat the Mamluks again.

Our force moves to engage a leaderless enemy stack on the mountains of Navarra. With Aragonese help, we win the day. Another battle a month later at Rosello goes poorly. Without allied support, we had no choice but to retreat when 50,000 French forces came out of the fog of war.


January 1523 sees a particularly low point. Burgos and Rosello have fallen, and our allies do nothing. The French are everywhere! In a desperate maneuver, I try transporting our Irish forces to Penn-ar-Bed as a distraction. But all 12 ships, and the 12,000 men aboard them, are caught and sunk and killed.


This is the last straw for me. I roll back the save, take out the 1% loans before they decrease in size, and make peace before the first blade is unsheathed.
The peace is not as bad as you might expect, only 3 provinces and some money. But make no mistake, France will return.

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