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this is really great i love your style and i will keep following 
your pics show smgs, do you actually have that tech already cuz if you do then you are well far along.
yer how did you make romania facsits, surely a coup would've made them stalinist (communisst). :*(
your pics show smgs, do you actually have that tech already cuz if you do then you are well far along.yer how did you make romania facsits, surely a coup would've made them stalinist (communisst). :*(
Hello all, and thanks for the praise!
To answer some questions before my next update:
1) I already took out Hungary in the story; I just didn't bother describing the battles cuz other than in Budapest, it was rather boring and quick, so I used a history book excerpt style to describe it. Don't worry though, 1937 and the Officer Purge will be fully described in all its cinematic glory (there should be either 2 or 3 updates to describe the whole scenario, and there will be some interesting twists).
2) About Romania, actually that was a bit of educated guessing. Out of all the games I've seen, they only elected LEFT once, so I just took a chance that they would again elect right, which they did. If they hadn't, well, the game and this AAR would have taken a big change of direction. I would just have written in something about Minister Litvinov failing in his mission and being killed by Stalin and gone on about my business.
3) No, the pics are VERY off, my tech did not get that high until right before the Winter War. However, it is QUITE hard, IMHO, to find Soviet Military photographs prior to 1939 because (I would assume) of the extreme secrecy of the Red Army when it came to dealing in anyway with the west. However, a little later, when the actual war begins, I WILL have more accurate pictures (I already have some in store). No spoilers, sorry
4) The West is reacting predictably; aggresion between fascist states and communist states reduces their war entry. The Western powers turn a blind eye to their enemies killing each other off. They only cared if democracies fell pray to warmongering.
Hope that cleared some stuff up. Hopefully, I'll be able to put up the first part of the Officer Purge saga late tomorrow (Tuesday). Till then, good night.
To answer some questions before my next update:
1) I already took out Hungary in the story; I just didn't bother describing the battles cuz other than in Budapest, it was rather boring and quick, so I used a history book excerpt style to describe it. Don't worry though, 1937 and the Officer Purge will be fully described in all its cinematic glory (there should be either 2 or 3 updates to describe the whole scenario, and there will be some interesting twists).
2) About Romania,
actually that was a bit of educated guessing. Out of all the games I've seen, they only elected LEFT once, so I just took a chance that they would again elect right, which they did. If they hadn't, well, the game and this AAR would have taken a big change of direction. I would just have written in something about Minister Litvinov failing in his mission and being killed by Stalin and gone on about my business.3) No, the pics are VERY off, my tech did not get that high until right before the Winter War. However, it is QUITE hard, IMHO, to find Soviet Military photographs prior to 1939 because (I would assume) of the extreme secrecy of the Red Army when it came to dealing in anyway with the west. However, a little later, when the actual war begins, I WILL have more accurate pictures (I already have some in store). No spoilers, sorry
4) The West is reacting predictably; aggresion between fascist states and communist states reduces their war entry. The Western powers turn a blind eye to their enemies killing each other off. They only cared if democracies fell pray to warmongering.
Hope that cleared some stuff up. Hopefully, I'll be able to put up the first part of the Officer Purge saga late tomorrow (Tuesday). Till then, good night.
Wow, an update! Sorry this was later than expected, but I got ill this week, which coupled with my computer crashing meant this had to be delayed. But since all is back in working condition, ON WITH THE SHOW! And always remember Mutton, patience is a virtue!
ENJOY!
Excerpt from Rise of the Soviet Juggernaght
Throughout the U.S.S.R., dissention was running rampant. People were protesting the drafting of their husbands, sons, and brothers into what they believe was a madman’s dreams for power. It was soon realized that conscription into the Red Army was like signing your life away to a final roll of the dice. This is what people would not stand, and since one cannot openly speak out against leadership without severe and often final consequences they did the one thing they could do, they ceased to be productive. Whole factories were abandoning their work, feigning sickness and many other excuses. Scientists deliberately hindered progress and discovery. All these things were a major nuisance to Stalin, but nothing more than that. He could placate the people given time, which he planned to do, but Stalin new that as long as the Red Army won its battles and continually expanded the empire, people would come to see that Stalin would truly lead them to greatness, that the world was to unite beneath the Soviet banner, that communism was to be their salvation.
But that was the caveat, was it not? The Red army was the key to Stalin’s success and the Soviet Union’s power. And yet it was tearing itself apart at the seams, and the rumblings of a coup d'état amongst some of the garrison commanders in the recently occupied Soviet Balkans was almost Stalin’s undoing. It would have been too, had it not been for the creation of what would become the most powerful tool in Stalin’s arsenal, the Committee of State Security, more commonly known as the KGB.
February 28, 1937:
Sofia:
Lieutenant General Anisimov saw what he believed was the opportunity of a lifetime. The upheaval caused by the rapid Russian occupation of the Balkans left the region in a state of confused chaos. And from that chaos, Anisimov could envision the rise of a new Balkan state, forged from the remnants of governments of the recently conquered nations and disenfranchised members of the Red Army. Many garrison commanders didn’t get the honors or prestige the thought they would. Anisimov would promise them riches and power. If things went his way, he would be able to deliver.
Commander Zael chose that moment to walk through the door. “You wanted to see me comrade?”
“Ah yes, commander, I have a proposition you may find quite appealing.”
Zael narrowed his eyes at this. “What are you planning, comrade?”
“Literally, the greatest revolution the world has ever known. I will unite the Balkans under my rule and stand against that madman in Moscow.”
“There is no way you could pull it off, so stop speaking treason before you get found out. There are a lot of soldiers wanting to be in your shoes.”
“That’s exactly the point. We shed our blood for the glory of Stalin and his precious empire, yet we never get anything from all our work. That will stop now. All the Balkans are embittered against that lunatic, and all they need is a leader to unite under a strong leader, me. The garrison commanders will follow, and without them, the provisional governments will fall without the backing of the military. All I need is to meet with the garrison commanders. They’ll stand me, because I can grant them power, more so than they’ll ever achieve under Soviet command.”
“I still think you sound like a madman” Zael muttered under his breath. Then loudly he asked, “why did you call for me? Surely it wasn’t to hear your boasting?”
“No, my friend, there is a point in you being here. I need you to run the message to the garrison commanders all through the Balkans. Obviously I cannot use official channels. Please do me this one favor, and I will personally see you gain a position in the new government.”
“Fine,” Zael relented. “I’ll do this for you, but that’s the end. I personally do not want to incur the wrath of Stalin, so don’t include me in your scheming any further than you already have.”
Anisimov frowned. “I would hope you reconsider, but thank you for this favor none-the- less.”
Zael left the office with a deep sense of dread while Anisimov continued to revel in his scheming.
March 1, 1937
Moscow:
Stalin was mad. No, mad wasn’t the word; furious was better. Ever since he ordered Beria to start up the KGB in late November, it had been following several dissidents suspected of active plotting against the State. Then during Operation Winter Fury, Stalin had received many reports of dissention in the Army. This, he vowed, would have to be changed. How dare anyone try to disrupt the expansion of the Soviet Empire. No, these dissidents must be eliminated.
“Comrade Beria, what are the names of these terrorists?” Stalin began in a miraculously even tone.
“There are many, your Excellency, but the two most dangerous are Major General Zael and Lieutenant General Anisimov.”
“What of the others?”
“We have confirmed that Zael has met with several garrison commanders in Hungary, Romania and Bulgaria. We have also been able to extract information from some less than willing volunteers” a savage grin briefly appeared on Beria’s face at the memory of it, one which Stalin noted with pleasure, “that a meeting will be held in Sofia between all garrison commanders who wish to follow the insurgent’s rule,” smirk flashed on Beria’s face.
“Then execute whoever shows their face, for they have already betrayed us.” Stalin spoke with no trace of emotion in his voice. “Also, kill Zael, for he has willing helped the terrorists. Go now, I want them dead by tonight.”
As Beria smiled cruelly as he set about to his work, Stalin smiled to himself dreaming up the name history books will give to this latest turn of events. "The Great Officer Purge" had begun.
March 2, 1937:
Sofia, midnight
In the darkness, no one could see the five men walking towards the government building where a secret meeting was taking place. They neutralized the one guard stationed without a sound. As they walked in on the group of army officers, Anisimov stood up.
“What is the meeting of all this? I will have you shot under my authority as garrison commander of the city of Sofia! Men execute these terrorists!”
The one of soldiers shot Anisimov dead at that instant. “No, you have it wrong comrade, you are the terrorists. YOU are to be executed.” The others were too stunned with fear and surprise as the speaker sprayed the room with bullets. His other companions did not even fire off a single shot.
“Nikita, you are too efficient. You take all the fun away from us.” Khrushchev smiled inwardly to himself as he and his comrades walked out of the bloodshed and into the cold night to take care of one last dissident on their list. He would make all who opposed the Red Tide pay for their isolence; he would see communism unite the world in his life time, he was sure of it.
Hope you all enjoyed this latest update, stayed tuned for more as action in the Balkans REALLY heats up, and suprise
ENJOY!
Excerpt from Rise of the Soviet Juggernaght
Throughout the U.S.S.R., dissention was running rampant. People were protesting the drafting of their husbands, sons, and brothers into what they believe was a madman’s dreams for power. It was soon realized that conscription into the Red Army was like signing your life away to a final roll of the dice. This is what people would not stand, and since one cannot openly speak out against leadership without severe and often final consequences they did the one thing they could do, they ceased to be productive. Whole factories were abandoning their work, feigning sickness and many other excuses. Scientists deliberately hindered progress and discovery. All these things were a major nuisance to Stalin, but nothing more than that. He could placate the people given time, which he planned to do, but Stalin new that as long as the Red Army won its battles and continually expanded the empire, people would come to see that Stalin would truly lead them to greatness, that the world was to unite beneath the Soviet banner, that communism was to be their salvation.
But that was the caveat, was it not? The Red army was the key to Stalin’s success and the Soviet Union’s power. And yet it was tearing itself apart at the seams, and the rumblings of a coup d'état amongst some of the garrison commanders in the recently occupied Soviet Balkans was almost Stalin’s undoing. It would have been too, had it not been for the creation of what would become the most powerful tool in Stalin’s arsenal, the Committee of State Security, more commonly known as the KGB.
February 28, 1937:
Sofia:
Lieutenant General Anisimov saw what he believed was the opportunity of a lifetime. The upheaval caused by the rapid Russian occupation of the Balkans left the region in a state of confused chaos. And from that chaos, Anisimov could envision the rise of a new Balkan state, forged from the remnants of governments of the recently conquered nations and disenfranchised members of the Red Army. Many garrison commanders didn’t get the honors or prestige the thought they would. Anisimov would promise them riches and power. If things went his way, he would be able to deliver.
Commander Zael chose that moment to walk through the door. “You wanted to see me comrade?”
“Ah yes, commander, I have a proposition you may find quite appealing.”
Zael narrowed his eyes at this. “What are you planning, comrade?”
“Literally, the greatest revolution the world has ever known. I will unite the Balkans under my rule and stand against that madman in Moscow.”
“There is no way you could pull it off, so stop speaking treason before you get found out. There are a lot of soldiers wanting to be in your shoes.”
“That’s exactly the point. We shed our blood for the glory of Stalin and his precious empire, yet we never get anything from all our work. That will stop now. All the Balkans are embittered against that lunatic, and all they need is a leader to unite under a strong leader, me. The garrison commanders will follow, and without them, the provisional governments will fall without the backing of the military. All I need is to meet with the garrison commanders. They’ll stand me, because I can grant them power, more so than they’ll ever achieve under Soviet command.”
“I still think you sound like a madman” Zael muttered under his breath. Then loudly he asked, “why did you call for me? Surely it wasn’t to hear your boasting?”
“No, my friend, there is a point in you being here. I need you to run the message to the garrison commanders all through the Balkans. Obviously I cannot use official channels. Please do me this one favor, and I will personally see you gain a position in the new government.”
“Fine,” Zael relented. “I’ll do this for you, but that’s the end. I personally do not want to incur the wrath of Stalin, so don’t include me in your scheming any further than you already have.”
Anisimov frowned. “I would hope you reconsider, but thank you for this favor none-the- less.”
Zael left the office with a deep sense of dread while Anisimov continued to revel in his scheming.
March 1, 1937
Moscow:
Stalin was mad. No, mad wasn’t the word; furious was better. Ever since he ordered Beria to start up the KGB in late November, it had been following several dissidents suspected of active plotting against the State. Then during Operation Winter Fury, Stalin had received many reports of dissention in the Army. This, he vowed, would have to be changed. How dare anyone try to disrupt the expansion of the Soviet Empire. No, these dissidents must be eliminated.
“Comrade Beria, what are the names of these terrorists?” Stalin began in a miraculously even tone.
“There are many, your Excellency, but the two most dangerous are Major General Zael and Lieutenant General Anisimov.”
“What of the others?”
“We have confirmed that Zael has met with several garrison commanders in Hungary, Romania and Bulgaria. We have also been able to extract information from some less than willing volunteers” a savage grin briefly appeared on Beria’s face at the memory of it, one which Stalin noted with pleasure, “that a meeting will be held in Sofia between all garrison commanders who wish to follow the insurgent’s rule,” smirk flashed on Beria’s face.
“Then execute whoever shows their face, for they have already betrayed us.” Stalin spoke with no trace of emotion in his voice. “Also, kill Zael, for he has willing helped the terrorists. Go now, I want them dead by tonight.”
As Beria smiled cruelly as he set about to his work, Stalin smiled to himself dreaming up the name history books will give to this latest turn of events. "The Great Officer Purge" had begun.
March 2, 1937:
Sofia, midnight
In the darkness, no one could see the five men walking towards the government building where a secret meeting was taking place. They neutralized the one guard stationed without a sound. As they walked in on the group of army officers, Anisimov stood up.
“What is the meeting of all this? I will have you shot under my authority as garrison commander of the city of Sofia! Men execute these terrorists!”
The one of soldiers shot Anisimov dead at that instant. “No, you have it wrong comrade, you are the terrorists. YOU are to be executed.” The others were too stunned with fear and surprise as the speaker sprayed the room with bullets. His other companions did not even fire off a single shot.
“Nikita, you are too efficient. You take all the fun away from us.” Khrushchev smiled inwardly to himself as he and his comrades walked out of the bloodshed and into the cold night to take care of one last dissident on their list. He would make all who opposed the Red Tide pay for their isolence; he would see communism unite the world in his life time, he was sure of it.
Hope you all enjoyed this latest update, stayed tuned for more as action in the Balkans REALLY heats up, and suprise
Thank you for your patience. Hope you enjoy the update.
April 9, 1937
Moscow
Stalin stared out of his window at the snow melting around Moscow. He was listening to Holst’s Planets, and knew in his mind what the Red Army would next unite under his Hammer and Sickle. He would finish uniting the Balkans this year, which every one expected of him. But most would believe Stalin would be mad to invade Yugoslavia, which Il Duce in Italy had long since claimed as part of Italia’s birth right.
“So let them come; I will unite the world under the name of Communism. The fools in Rome would never see it coming.” Stalin smiled one of his most feral grins. “I can’t wait to see Mussolini, who has executed so many socialists and communists, brought under heel by the very force he mocks. I shall destroy him utterly, and the petty kingdom he rules will become a part of the great Union.”
“They believed that Jupiter was their supreme god, so how fitting that this plan shall be called Jupiter. We are the lords of the world, and he shall be the first to succumb to his master.” Stalin at once marched out his door and sent a courier with a message summoning all the highest levels of the Army to meet in Moscow as soon as possible.
Jupiter could still be heard in the background.
April 12, 1937
Foreign Minister Litvinov had another job to do in the name of Mother Russia. He had only three months to work Benito Mussolini into such a rage that he would be stupid enough to attack the Red Army when it invaded Yugoslavia, which out-numbered the Italian Army 2 to 1. Mussolini adamantly hated communists, but he had not risen to power by being a fool. This was going to take work.
April 14, 1937
Kiev Army Research grounds
Zhukov met with Konev outside Kiev to see if any new tanks would be available to the Red Army for their latest campaign. Konev looked worn out.
“I’m sorry, my friend, but we are trying to only produce much stronger armor, and so we are still waiting for more research to be completed. We need the power my friend. Right now, even our newest conscripts can do more damage than our tanks. We now the West and the Germans both posses better tanks than we have now. That cannot be allowed to continue.” Konev took a breath and sighed. “I’m sorry, if I could, I would order the construction of dozens of our best tanks now and march right with you against the Italians. But it’s the Germans that are the threat, and we must be able to withstand them.”
“I was hoping you made some headway in a year, but I see that I was mistaken.” Zhukov was definitely disappointed he had to put up with his antiquated armor for another year. He would make do, but he planned on pressing his displeasure upon Konev.
Konev for one, was not going to let his largest rival get the better of him. He smirked. “You misunderstand, comrade, by the end of the war you should be pleased with the tanks we will have produced. With an anti-tank brigade, every tank division we produce will be able to crush several divisions of theirs. Which is what you wanted, is it not?”
This made Zhukov smile for the first time in a long time. “We shall be at the forefront of a new era under communism.” Konev merely nodded and smiled, envision the race towards the Atlantic that he and Zhukov would undoubtedly have in the coming years.
June 2, 1937
Oredea Garrison, former Hungary, along the Yugoslavian border.
Shapurschenko knew what was coming. It was hard to keep the garrison commanders from realizing what was going on. The size of the Red Army was hard to keep under raps. The Yugoslavs saw it coming to, and began trying to bribe garrison commanders into leading their troops astray to give the Yugoslavs a chance to obtain Italian support. To them, it was the lesser of two evils.
Shapurschenko was just another of several garrison commanders the Yugoslavs where trying win to their side. They promised them command positions at the head of the Yugoslavian armies if they just brought their Soviet armaments for the Yugoslavs to produce, or if they conveniently led their garrisons off course so the coming battles would not so favor the Soviets.
That was why Lieutenant General Shapurschenko went when the message arrived. He was lured by the promise of money and power. He, like so many others would fall victim to pride. He was not expecting a visitor when he returned from meeting with the Yugoslav emissary.
“Who are you, and what are you doing in my office? Get out immediately or I’ll have you killed.”
“No, I think not. You are a fool, and you don’t even know how stupid you really are.”
Shapurschenko drew his gun and leveled it at the figure in front of him. “Tell me what you are talking about, or prepare to die.”
“Do you really think we wouldn’t have found out? We don’t have any mercy when dealing with traitors.”
Shapurschenko began trembling when he realized the man before him was from the KGB. “I’LL KILL YOU WHERE YOU…” A flash of silver was the last thing that the former garrison commander ever saw.
“You should be more respectful to the Grim Reaper.” Nikita Khrushchev wiped the blade of his dagger clean before walking out into the chilly night. He looked up at the cloudless sky. “I swear by the stars, that on this night, I will destroy all who would see the will of communism undone.”
July 22, 1937:
Moscow
As Stalin read the reports of the Red Army’s movements along the Yugoslav border, a new face showed up at his office to personally give him the news that the Siberian Industrial Works had finally been completed. Leonid Brezhnev was in charge of the project and wanted to personally offer Stalin the results.
“We have raised the over production of the nation by 15%, and have nearly doubled our ability to produce armaments for our soldiers.”
“That is excellent news, comrade Brezhnev.”
“Ah but sir, there is more. If we extend the project to encompass all of the lands west of the Volga, we could, in theory we could out produce all the western powers combined.”
Stalin smiled, “That would definitely be to our advantage.” He thought for a moment before speaking again, “Begin construct of massive armaments factories in the western most parts of Siberia. As soon as they are completed, put them into operation. You are a bright man, comrade Brezhnev. I have need of men like you.”
September 1, 1937:
Pecs province, former Hungary
Zhukov had received his orders to rush to Sarajevo, Timoshenko marched on Belgrade, and Novikov’s planes took to the skies. War had resumed once again.
Hope you enjoyed this latest installment. Comments always welcome, go ahead and post people! Hopefully 'll be able to update soon.
April 9, 1937
Moscow
Stalin stared out of his window at the snow melting around Moscow. He was listening to Holst’s Planets, and knew in his mind what the Red Army would next unite under his Hammer and Sickle. He would finish uniting the Balkans this year, which every one expected of him. But most would believe Stalin would be mad to invade Yugoslavia, which Il Duce in Italy had long since claimed as part of Italia’s birth right.
“So let them come; I will unite the world under the name of Communism. The fools in Rome would never see it coming.” Stalin smiled one of his most feral grins. “I can’t wait to see Mussolini, who has executed so many socialists and communists, brought under heel by the very force he mocks. I shall destroy him utterly, and the petty kingdom he rules will become a part of the great Union.”
“They believed that Jupiter was their supreme god, so how fitting that this plan shall be called Jupiter. We are the lords of the world, and he shall be the first to succumb to his master.” Stalin at once marched out his door and sent a courier with a message summoning all the highest levels of the Army to meet in Moscow as soon as possible.
Jupiter could still be heard in the background.
April 12, 1937
Foreign Minister Litvinov had another job to do in the name of Mother Russia. He had only three months to work Benito Mussolini into such a rage that he would be stupid enough to attack the Red Army when it invaded Yugoslavia, which out-numbered the Italian Army 2 to 1. Mussolini adamantly hated communists, but he had not risen to power by being a fool. This was going to take work.
April 14, 1937
Kiev Army Research grounds
Zhukov met with Konev outside Kiev to see if any new tanks would be available to the Red Army for their latest campaign. Konev looked worn out.
“I’m sorry, my friend, but we are trying to only produce much stronger armor, and so we are still waiting for more research to be completed. We need the power my friend. Right now, even our newest conscripts can do more damage than our tanks. We now the West and the Germans both posses better tanks than we have now. That cannot be allowed to continue.” Konev took a breath and sighed. “I’m sorry, if I could, I would order the construction of dozens of our best tanks now and march right with you against the Italians. But it’s the Germans that are the threat, and we must be able to withstand them.”
“I was hoping you made some headway in a year, but I see that I was mistaken.” Zhukov was definitely disappointed he had to put up with his antiquated armor for another year. He would make do, but he planned on pressing his displeasure upon Konev.
Konev for one, was not going to let his largest rival get the better of him. He smirked. “You misunderstand, comrade, by the end of the war you should be pleased with the tanks we will have produced. With an anti-tank brigade, every tank division we produce will be able to crush several divisions of theirs. Which is what you wanted, is it not?”
This made Zhukov smile for the first time in a long time. “We shall be at the forefront of a new era under communism.” Konev merely nodded and smiled, envision the race towards the Atlantic that he and Zhukov would undoubtedly have in the coming years.
June 2, 1937
Oredea Garrison, former Hungary, along the Yugoslavian border.
Shapurschenko knew what was coming. It was hard to keep the garrison commanders from realizing what was going on. The size of the Red Army was hard to keep under raps. The Yugoslavs saw it coming to, and began trying to bribe garrison commanders into leading their troops astray to give the Yugoslavs a chance to obtain Italian support. To them, it was the lesser of two evils.
Shapurschenko was just another of several garrison commanders the Yugoslavs where trying win to their side. They promised them command positions at the head of the Yugoslavian armies if they just brought their Soviet armaments for the Yugoslavs to produce, or if they conveniently led their garrisons off course so the coming battles would not so favor the Soviets.
That was why Lieutenant General Shapurschenko went when the message arrived. He was lured by the promise of money and power. He, like so many others would fall victim to pride. He was not expecting a visitor when he returned from meeting with the Yugoslav emissary.
“Who are you, and what are you doing in my office? Get out immediately or I’ll have you killed.”
“No, I think not. You are a fool, and you don’t even know how stupid you really are.”
Shapurschenko drew his gun and leveled it at the figure in front of him. “Tell me what you are talking about, or prepare to die.”
“Do you really think we wouldn’t have found out? We don’t have any mercy when dealing with traitors.”
Shapurschenko began trembling when he realized the man before him was from the KGB. “I’LL KILL YOU WHERE YOU…” A flash of silver was the last thing that the former garrison commander ever saw.
“You should be more respectful to the Grim Reaper.” Nikita Khrushchev wiped the blade of his dagger clean before walking out into the chilly night. He looked up at the cloudless sky. “I swear by the stars, that on this night, I will destroy all who would see the will of communism undone.”
July 22, 1937:
Moscow
As Stalin read the reports of the Red Army’s movements along the Yugoslav border, a new face showed up at his office to personally give him the news that the Siberian Industrial Works had finally been completed. Leonid Brezhnev was in charge of the project and wanted to personally offer Stalin the results.
“We have raised the over production of the nation by 15%, and have nearly doubled our ability to produce armaments for our soldiers.”
“That is excellent news, comrade Brezhnev.”
“Ah but sir, there is more. If we extend the project to encompass all of the lands west of the Volga, we could, in theory we could out produce all the western powers combined.”
Stalin smiled, “That would definitely be to our advantage.” He thought for a moment before speaking again, “Begin construct of massive armaments factories in the western most parts of Siberia. As soon as they are completed, put them into operation. You are a bright man, comrade Brezhnev. I have need of men like you.”
September 1, 1937:
Pecs province, former Hungary
Zhukov had received his orders to rush to Sarajevo, Timoshenko marched on Belgrade, and Novikov’s planes took to the skies. War had resumed once again.
Hope you enjoyed this latest installment. Comments always welcome, go ahead and post people! Hopefully 'll be able to update soon.
P.S. if anyone wants to ghost write for this, just PM me (just in case anyone actually wants too)
Great update! But dont get cheap on the screenshots. I loose attention really fast if there aren't any
Nice, very nice.
I love how you keep the rivalry between the Soviet Generals going. When I play my games I often seem to have a couple of Field Marshals vying for the most territory gained. It just never occurred to me that I could play on it in my mind like you do to keep the story going.
Also you mention how the Sov armour is out of date, what type and guns do they have?
I love how you keep the rivalry between the Soviet Generals going. When I play my games I often seem to have a couple of Field Marshals vying for the most territory gained. It just never occurred to me that I could play on it in my mind like you do to keep the story going.
Also you mention how the Sov armour is out of date, what type and guns do they have?
Update time, have fun!
August 30, 1937:
Litvinov was on the first flight out of Venice’s air base back to Budapest. He had done it. Il Duce was known to be a communist hater. When Litvinov met with Mussolini, it was obvious that Mussolini was employing all his self-restraint to keep himself from shouting obscenities at the Soviet delegate. This was a meeting between just himself and the Italian fascist. A very short meeting in fact, considering that when Litvinov suggested that the Soviet Union would have claims on most of Yugoslavia, Mussolini exploded and demanded Litvinov leave Venice immediately to return to what former called “A wretched wasteland full of radicals, snow,” and several obscenities. It was perfect. Mussolini had played right into Stalin’s trap.
As Blucher saw Litvinov’s plane come in for a landing in western Hungary, he received his orders to march.
September 3, 1937:
Zhukov had never been more exhilarated in all his life. His whole purpose in the first part of Operation Jupiter was to merely take and hold Sarajevo. He boasted to Timoshenko that his Tank divisions alone could reach and take the historic city from the Yugoslavian army before Timoshenko’s infantry corps even reached Belgrade. And there he was, just 1 day’s push to Sarajevo and the reports had come in that Timoshenko was meeting heavy resistance in the capital in the form of 15 Yugoslavian infantry divisions. Timoshenko may have had the numbers to overwhelm the Yugoslavs, but not the brains. He would win this bet for sure. One thing puzzled him though. He wondered why once Timoshenko took Belgrade, which shouldn’t take too long even for him, he was rush his troops at full speed to the Italian border to join with Field Marshal Blucher?
September 5, 1937:
Timoshenko was furious. Zhukov had managed to beat him in taking his target. On top of that, more and more defenders flooded the streets of Belgrade, even more in Bucharest. He was ordered to capture the capital as fast as possible, yet he was bogged down in urban fighting for over 4 days. He noticed that the enemy’s resolve was breaking, but that didn’t mean too much. It was still a few more days’ fight before the Union could be assured a victory. The radio messages were getting a bit agitated. What was the problem? Why couldn’t he just systematically remove the defenders one by one? What was the rush?
September 7, 1937:
Rome, Italy:
Mussolini was furious. “How dare those Communist B@$***ds, invade Yugoslavia when the world knows those lands belong to me,” he yelled at his Army Staff. “We will through them out, and thoroughly crush them. Order the Navy to assault the Russian Navies in the Black Sea and the army to assemble to smash the Red Army to bits.” He was sure the Italian army was superior to the Russians in every way, and Italy declared war on the USSR the next day as Timoshenko was about to accept the surrender of the Yugoslav army.
I plan on doing more updates, but smaller in size, so I can update more often. And don’t worry, screenies are on their way. As a side note the Soviet Union only has 5 tank divisions, all Renaults, completely outclassed by the Italians, not that it mattered much! J
August 30, 1937:
Litvinov was on the first flight out of Venice’s air base back to Budapest. He had done it. Il Duce was known to be a communist hater. When Litvinov met with Mussolini, it was obvious that Mussolini was employing all his self-restraint to keep himself from shouting obscenities at the Soviet delegate. This was a meeting between just himself and the Italian fascist. A very short meeting in fact, considering that when Litvinov suggested that the Soviet Union would have claims on most of Yugoslavia, Mussolini exploded and demanded Litvinov leave Venice immediately to return to what former called “A wretched wasteland full of radicals, snow,” and several obscenities. It was perfect. Mussolini had played right into Stalin’s trap.
As Blucher saw Litvinov’s plane come in for a landing in western Hungary, he received his orders to march.
September 3, 1937:
Zhukov had never been more exhilarated in all his life. His whole purpose in the first part of Operation Jupiter was to merely take and hold Sarajevo. He boasted to Timoshenko that his Tank divisions alone could reach and take the historic city from the Yugoslavian army before Timoshenko’s infantry corps even reached Belgrade. And there he was, just 1 day’s push to Sarajevo and the reports had come in that Timoshenko was meeting heavy resistance in the capital in the form of 15 Yugoslavian infantry divisions. Timoshenko may have had the numbers to overwhelm the Yugoslavs, but not the brains. He would win this bet for sure. One thing puzzled him though. He wondered why once Timoshenko took Belgrade, which shouldn’t take too long even for him, he was rush his troops at full speed to the Italian border to join with Field Marshal Blucher?
September 5, 1937:
Timoshenko was furious. Zhukov had managed to beat him in taking his target. On top of that, more and more defenders flooded the streets of Belgrade, even more in Bucharest. He was ordered to capture the capital as fast as possible, yet he was bogged down in urban fighting for over 4 days. He noticed that the enemy’s resolve was breaking, but that didn’t mean too much. It was still a few more days’ fight before the Union could be assured a victory. The radio messages were getting a bit agitated. What was the problem? Why couldn’t he just systematically remove the defenders one by one? What was the rush?
September 7, 1937:
Rome, Italy:
Mussolini was furious. “How dare those Communist B@$***ds, invade Yugoslavia when the world knows those lands belong to me,” he yelled at his Army Staff. “We will through them out, and thoroughly crush them. Order the Navy to assault the Russian Navies in the Black Sea and the army to assemble to smash the Red Army to bits.” He was sure the Italian army was superior to the Russians in every way, and Italy declared war on the USSR the next day as Timoshenko was about to accept the surrender of the Yugoslav army.
I plan on doing more updates, but smaller in size, so I can update more often. And don’t worry, screenies are on their way. As a side note the Soviet Union only has 5 tank divisions, all Renaults, completely outclassed by the Italians, not that it mattered much! J
I once had pretty similar game. I had Italy and Balkan by the end of '36. It was some version 1.01 so it doesn't count . It was a lot easier when there was no 10% dissent for each DoW to cope with. After Operation Counter-Barbarossa Zhukov was a skill 9 Field Marshall. (This was due to bug. If you bombed retreating units, your units would engage in a battle.)
. It was a lot easier when there was no 10% dissent for each DoW to cope with. After Operation Counter-Barbarossa Zhukov was a skill 9 Field Marshall. (This was due to bug. If you bombed retreating units, your units would engage in a battle.)
Very good stuff here, but minor point - KGB was the name of the body AFTER the war.
It was NKVD in the Stalin era.
It was NKVD in the Stalin era.
I know there is very little chance of this happening now but
Please please please update
but Please please please update