Nathan Madien: I'm glad you enjoyed the China bit. My senior thesis paper was on the Taiping, so I have a certain affinity for what this mod basically describes as their spiritual successors. I even quoted Hong Xiuquan a bit.
Enewald: I'm actually not sure where or if they'll be supplied at all. As for the unions, I think that may be going a bit far. They make useful urban combatants at a moment's notice (in the OT they were absolutely integral in thwarting the coup in many regions) and presumably have a vested interest in the preservation of CNT-FAI control.
Zhuge Liang: Well, everyone might have been better off had they done so in the OT...
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1945 - Part IX
By the middle of the month of October, the primary goal of the American forces in Spain was the capture of Madrid. For reasons both strategic and symbolic in nature, the Spanish capital had to fall before the rest of the pocket in Old Castile could be reduced and eventually forced to surrender. After two unsuccessful assaults on the city, the Syndicalist defenders had shown that if backed into a corner, they would fight to the bitter end. But the indefatigable spirit of resistance shown by the combined French and Spanish soldiers was being put to greater and greater tests of endurance with each passing day. Collins' successful campaign now left Madrid vulnerable from four avenues of attack. Only the Coruna road lay open for supplies to be sent into the city, and this lifeline was kept open only because Eisenhower wished to offer the Syndicalists a route to escape.
But Madrid was not the United States' only target. Indeed, MacArthur continued to press relentlessly against Bilbao's defenses. By now, the city had been completely surrounded but continued to hold on stubbornly in the face of nearly constant bombardment and assaults. Although San Sebastian had already fallen to the Americans much earlier, any subsequent push to the French border would be impossible until Bilbao was reduced. For his part, General Yague, Bilbao's stalwart defender, did not let the critically desperate situation he and his soldiers were in deter him. Confidence remained high within the Spanish ranks that their Syndicalist compatriots would inevitably smash through the American siege and save the city.
Despite its importance to the Syndicalist war effort, General Guillame had been steadily withdrawing soldiers from Madrid ever since Eisenhower's first attack. The American commander was well-informed of these developments by a combination of spies and aerial reconnaissance. With good reason, Eisenhower felt confident that a new attack on the capital city from the Valencia road, Guadalajara, and west would be enough to finally overwhelm and crush the defenders. On October 18, the attack began, with the Americans committing thirty-six divisions to the effort.
Against the Americans were arrayed only fifteen mixed Syndicalist divisions, many of them still battered from the last assaults. Because Madrid's urban sprawl ends abruptly on its western face, Collin's pincer advanced rapidly through the open terrain, encountering only minor resistance as it entered the Casa de Campo. Beyond that Collins' V. Army could not advance. The Spaniards held their ground and furiously launched counter-attacks from University City on the general's left flank. As before, Eisenhower could gain no momentum in his advance up the Valencia road, and the north-east pincer was encountering the same difficulties it had during the last two assaults. Thus, on the 20th, a flabergasted Eisenhower was forced to call off any further attacks for the immediate future.
Spanish militiamen fighting from University City.
Despite yet another setback for the Americans in their campaign to take Madrid, General Guillame had become convinced that his position was by October 20 untenable. Extraordinary acts of fanatical bravery might do wonders for the rapidly-accelerating propaganda apparatus in Paris, but American tanks and planes could only be resisted for so long in these circumstances. Indeed, many of France's armored divisions and sizable portions of its most modern artillery brigades were among those trapped in central Spain; to lose those would be a heavy blow, one that France's already strained economy would find difficult to recover from. The local Spanish divisions, however, were of far lower quality, consisting mostly of militias and bog-standard infantry that proved ill-equipped to face the more-mechanized American foe.
Consequently, Guillame had decided even before Eisenhower's attack on Madrid that to remain would be a hopeless, even criminal, waste of precious military resources. The following events were to leave bitter contentions and animosities for years to come, and to this day it is still not clear exactly what happened or how it unfolded. Essentially, Guillame devised a strategy to allow his predominantly French forces to break through the American lines and link up with the forces in Catalonia and on the Pyrennes. Unfortunately, this required that the remaining Spanish forces trapped in the pocket sacrifice themselves in a series of vain, suicidal assaults on the American lines; those that survived would, almost assuredly, be forced to surrender not long after. After a series of heated, often violent arguments with members of his command staff, corps commanders, and political commissars, Guillame put his plan into motion on the night of October 18.
Under the cover of darkness, French units, few of them larger than brigade, slipped unnoticed past the American forces in the northeast section of the encirclement. Meanwhile, Spanish divisions had launched themselves en masse at Eisenhower's forces on the Valencia road and around Guadalajara. Eisenhower ordered reinforcements to be pulled from around Siguenza, exacerbating the problems that were allowing the French army to slip away unnoticed. Indeed, the rough triangle formed by Burgos, Logrono, and Siguenza was largely devoid of American forces outside of strategically-important checkpoints and roadways. General DeWitt, largely responsible for that theater, had been assigned inadequate manpower to guard such a large stretch of terrain from both the north and south.
As the Spanish attacks ground to a halt on October 20 and 21, Eisenhower finally became aware of the sudden absence of Guillame's forces and sounded the alarm. But by then, it was too late; most of the French forces had already cut through DeWitt's defensive perimeter and had already crossed back over into friendly territory. The few brigades that were caught in the open fought with singular ferocity and refused to surrender under all but the most impossible of circumstances. Military historians still puzzle to this very day how Guillame was able to enact such a bizarre military maneuver. What is known, however, is that nearly thirty divisions of the French army had been evacuated from the pocket in central Spain. Admittedly, the organizational havoc it had played on the army's cohesion ensured that Guillame's army would not be in fighting shape for at least several weeks, but it nevertheless left most American generals utterly dumbfounded. Patton, commenting to reporters when the news finally reached a stunned America, declared it was 'the most god damned magnificent thing I've ever heard.' General MacArthur lamely argued that 'War inevitably produces the most peculiar events in man's history.'
Eisenhower could at least take solace in the fact eighteen Spanish divisions were still trapped within the American encirclement. Indeed, the departure of the French forces left the defense of Madrid in a hopeless state of affairs. On October 24, just a day after Toledo finally surrendered to V. Army, the final offensive against Madrid began. Outnumbered, enveloped, and now demoralized, the Spanish defenders hastily retreated. Eisenhower kept up the pressure, and soon enough American tanks and halftracks were rolling down the Grand Via. About half of the remaining Spanish forces beaten back from the capital surrendered to the Americans, who continued to advance in pursuit.
As the highest-ranking officer still remaining within the pocket, General Sanjurjo took charge. The Spanish commander intended to make a last stand with all available forces at Valladolid; 'the streets will run red with the blood of the foreign invaders before I will surrender!' went his bold proclamation on October 26. But such defiant words meant little, and looked quite foolish in retrospect. IX. Army, having recently seized Salamanca after briefly laying it to siege, swept across the countryside and cut the Coruna road at several key positions. Those still fleeing from Madrid lacked both the will and the firepower to break through, those caught in the open more routed or surrendered more often than not, and those in Valladolid did not dare to sally forth. Trapped between Bradley's forces in the north, IX. Army from the south, and II. Army from the southeast, Sanjurjo was brought to battle and decisively crushed on October 29.
The Syndicalist pocket in central Spain is finally destroyed, late October 1945.
American good fortune did not end there. On the same day that the final assault on Madrid began, the garrison of Bilbao, reduced to a pitiable state from the constant fighting, bombardment, and lack of supplies, finally surrendered. General Yague had already slipped through the American cordon, much to the outrage of his soldiers. The back-to-back fall of Madrid and Bilbao, the two most conspicuous centers of Spanish resistance to the invading Americans, was a several psychological blow to Syndicalist morale in northern Spain. The survival of Guillame's armies did little to soothe the consciences of hundreds of thousands of Syndicalist soldiers who, inundated with Thorez's propaganda, had been convinced that it had been incumbent upon them to break through the American lines and rescue their trapped comrades. Not only had France's commanders failed to show the necessary aggression, but the brave Spanish armies had essentially been betrayed in order to ensure Guillame's survival.
Thus, as the full armies of the Syndicalist coalition and the United States were amassing across from one another on a battle line that stretched all the way from the Bay of Biscay to the Mediterranean Sea in the final quarter of 1945, the average French soldier and his allies began to waver. How much more of the revolution's ideals had to be sacrificed in order to ensure its survival? Certainly, the stakes could not have been higher. General MacArthur concluded, as he gazed north from the shattered, still-smoldering ruins of Bilbao, 'It will all be decided here. In the next few months, out there in those mountains, we'll find out who's going to win this war.'