It is March of 1942.
The sky is alive with the non-stop rumble of the Axis diesel-engined planes. General Smith wakes up and trips over empty vodka bottles as he slowly stumbles to the large balcony. The air defense units outside in Red Square pour a literal rainstorm of shells into the sky.
'What a beautiful day this could be if it weren't for certain people,' Smith ponders, stretching his arms out and yawning loudly. A faint knock at the door breaks him out of his daydream.
'What is it?' Smith says with irritation.
'It's me, general. I have more news from the front,' a voice through the door states timidly.
'Well come on in, Rokossovsky! Let's make this fast!' Smith barks.
Rokossovsky comes in and joins Smith near the window. He has a beard and looks like he hasn't slept since 1941. He flinches at the explosions outside.
'More bad news,' Rokossovsky sqeaks.
Smith looks at him disinterestedly. Rokossovky pauses as if he's waiting to be scolded. 'Well spit it out for krissssakes!' Smith yells.
'We just received word by carrier pigeon that the Germans have just taken Nukos, General.'
'Nukos? Where in the hell is Nukos?' Smith enquires in mild suprise.
'It is one of our last unoccupied provinces way east near China, General' Rokossovsky says with a sigh. 'Not many people lived there that I know of.'
'Well that sucks. What about the rest of the front?' Smith asks as he steps out on the balcony and squints at the enemy bombers boldy flying low over the city.
Rokossovsky stays inside and hesitates. 'You mean...are we still surrounded, General?'
'Yes.'
'Yes, we are still surrounded,' Rokossovsky states rather loudly, as if talking to a deaf man.
'Well what about Zhukov? Have you heard from him?'
'Sir...,' Rokossovsky takes a breath and tries to be calm. 'General, we haven't heard from Zhukov since that disaster at Kharkov back in June of last year. We are alone, sir. We have no industry left. WE ARE SURROUNDED.'
'Ok. Ok,' Smith says, giving him a reassuring pat on the back. 'You worry too much, Rok. You always did. Now go make me a breakfast burrito.'
Basically they took everything but Moscow and left me isolated until April of 1943. I had 30 to 40 divisions in Moscow. It fell in 2 days. I think I over-teched again. It seemed like even when I was dug in and had 20 divisions of infantry and tanks waiting, they still would just roll over me. Maybe their airpower was more decisive than I first thought. When the collape happened, I had no planes left. Hmmmm.
The sky is alive with the non-stop rumble of the Axis diesel-engined planes. General Smith wakes up and trips over empty vodka bottles as he slowly stumbles to the large balcony. The air defense units outside in Red Square pour a literal rainstorm of shells into the sky.
'What a beautiful day this could be if it weren't for certain people,' Smith ponders, stretching his arms out and yawning loudly. A faint knock at the door breaks him out of his daydream.
'What is it?' Smith says with irritation.
'It's me, general. I have more news from the front,' a voice through the door states timidly.
'Well come on in, Rokossovsky! Let's make this fast!' Smith barks.
Rokossovsky comes in and joins Smith near the window. He has a beard and looks like he hasn't slept since 1941. He flinches at the explosions outside.
'More bad news,' Rokossovsky sqeaks.
Smith looks at him disinterestedly. Rokossovky pauses as if he's waiting to be scolded. 'Well spit it out for krissssakes!' Smith yells.
'We just received word by carrier pigeon that the Germans have just taken Nukos, General.'
'Nukos? Where in the hell is Nukos?' Smith enquires in mild suprise.
'It is one of our last unoccupied provinces way east near China, General' Rokossovsky says with a sigh. 'Not many people lived there that I know of.'
'Well that sucks. What about the rest of the front?' Smith asks as he steps out on the balcony and squints at the enemy bombers boldy flying low over the city.
Rokossovsky stays inside and hesitates. 'You mean...are we still surrounded, General?'
'Yes.'
'Yes, we are still surrounded,' Rokossovsky states rather loudly, as if talking to a deaf man.
'Well what about Zhukov? Have you heard from him?'
'Sir...,' Rokossovsky takes a breath and tries to be calm. 'General, we haven't heard from Zhukov since that disaster at Kharkov back in June of last year. We are alone, sir. We have no industry left. WE ARE SURROUNDED.'
'Ok. Ok,' Smith says, giving him a reassuring pat on the back. 'You worry too much, Rok. You always did. Now go make me a breakfast burrito.'
Basically they took everything but Moscow and left me isolated until April of 1943. I had 30 to 40 divisions in Moscow. It fell in 2 days. I think I over-teched again. It seemed like even when I was dug in and had 20 divisions of infantry and tanks waiting, they still would just roll over me. Maybe their airpower was more decisive than I first thought. When the collape happened, I had no planes left. Hmmmm.
