23 kilometers west-of-north of Izmit
February 22, 1936
Kuznetsov stood with Berman, watching the water pound the rocky shoreline. From the corners of their eyes, they saw the last of the Turkish warships were steaming out into the Black Sea unmolested; Berman's cavalry had not the heavy artillery necessary to leave more than minor scars on those heavily armored ships. Kuznetsov knew that to incapacitate the Turkish fleet he would require the services of the Soviet Black Sea fleet, commanded by Rear Admiral Panteleiev. And only when the Turkish fleet was beaten could any advance on Istanbul be seriously considered. Kuznetsov sighed; Berman shifted.
Together, they looked toward Istanbul, their as yet elusive goal. Berman growled, “It is a pity that Izmit does not have the heights necessary to control the Bosporus, nor Bursa the heights to command the Hellespont. Only Istanbul...”
His voice trailed off. Kuznetsov was suddenly mindful of the time; there were sure to be developments near Ankara that required his attention. As such, he turned to Berman and, with a gesture, invited him to a map stand placed conveniently nearby by his staff. “So Berman, how were the last ten days? From Konya all the way to Izmit.”
Berman ran a hand through his hair. “Difficult. The first battle of Afyonkarahisar was a close thing.”
Kuznetsov nodded as Berman continued his narrative. “Though the Turks had only one weakened cavalry division, as I understand it under the command of Lieutenant General Gataly, it was well organized and well positioned. My cavalry had just completed a dash into Konya from Batman by way of Gazientep, violently, and Kayseri, less violently. My men had little fight left in them, and as such they only managed to overwhelm the Turks at 0700 on the 14th, having fought since 1400 the previous day. The rain didn't help either of us, but it probably impeded our operations more than theirs.”
The first battle for Afyonkarahisar.
Kuznetsov bit his lip, slipping into thought as he stared at the map. Inside, he was chuckling. Lake Trasimene was becoming a reality. Berman had broken through the southern defenses and Sivas finally fell to Kuznetsov's troops in the evening of the 15th. Kuznetsov then decided against pushing immediately onto Ankara, which was defended by some two or three divisions, in favor of ordering Deev's by then well rested 2nd Mountain Corps to renew its drive on Samsun, supported by Kuznetsov's own two divisions to the south. Kuznetsov thought that this had been the right idea; it would protect his own right flank and revealed to him the power of attacking hostile positions from more than a single direction. Coordinating together attacks along different axes, Kuznetsov's and Deev's staffs managed to effectively control four of the five divisions involved in the attack.
Admittedly, the Turks had resisted doggedly, unwilling to give up such an important position. The fighting against two infantry divisions commanded by Field Marshal Cakmak had lasted from midnight until 0500 on the 17th, when the Turkish defense finally broke and fled westward toward Karabük. A day after the victory, Deev's veteran mountaineers occupied Samsun at last, having stared toward it impotently for the greater part of a month.
The battle for Samsun, during which Kuznetsov's and Deev's staffs worked together fairly effectively.
Kuznetsov blinked, Berman was asking him a question. “Yes? What? Could you, uhh, could you repeat that?”
Berman sighed. “There was a second battle for Afyonkarahisar...”
Kuznetsov nodded, perhaps a bit more enthusiastically than he had meant to. “Oh, yes! Of course! Tell me about that, as well as your subsequent advance.”
“Before we could occupy the town, Gataly showed up again with his cavalry, which was somewhat the worse for wear after its earlier defeat. This was at about 1400 on the 18th. By this time Saladze's 3rd Mountain Corps had reached Konya and was also advancing toward Afyonkarahisar. His mountaineers were noticeably fresher than my cavalry, and I do not doubt that it was primarily their actions that caused Gataly to withdraw his cavalry northward toward Ankara after some six hours of combat. My cavalry had by this time become so tired that it had nearly no combat worth.”
The second battle for Afyonkarahisar, in which Major General Saladze's three mountain divisions played a large part.
“After Afyonkarahisar, however, the road was clear until Izmit. I attempted a crossing at the Bosporus mid-afternoon on the 21st but was swiftly counterattacked from Izmir and Ankara. I had to cease attempting to cross and the Turks claimed victory at Izmit as well by 1700, but their victory celebration was premature as I managed to re-engage their forces at 1800 on the same day and they hastily halted their advance.”
Kuznetsov scratched his chin. “Don't you worry about your rear?”
Berman nodded. “Somewhat. However, Saladze is marching up as fast as he can and will hopefully reach Afyonkarahisar before the Turks advance down from Ankara. Meanwhile, I'll sit tight here. My cavalry couldn't stand another battle, offensive or defensive. They really need to rest and reorganize, having dashed across all of this damn country in less than two months, having defeating numerous enemy forces along the way.”
Kuznetsov patted Berman on the shoulder. “Yes, that's true. Don't attempt to conduct any offensive operations for the near future, and hope the Turks don't attack. We will attempt to link up to Izmit via Karabük and Ankara as soon as possible, thus securing your supplies. Saladze will guard your rear.”
Berman reached the Bosporus on the 21st as Saladze attempted to catch up as quickly as he could.
Saluting Berman, Kuznetsov made his way back to his little transport plane. He had the feeling that Berman knew what he was doing, and that soon he himself would be needed at Sivas again. Besides, he had the feeling that his vodka was calling for him.