Years of Jolly Carnage – a multiplayer AAR
Part IX – The battle of Tobruk and Tarabulus... And the Regia Marina is out in the Med again
Authors note: Players are UK, FRA, POL, SU, GER, ITA, JAP
September 17th, 1939
The Italian Admiral da Zara made a go at trying to liberate the fleet in Palermo. But there was Admiral Forbes with his Mediterranean Fleet. Nobody wanted to back down. The British fleet had better positions as they were basically just waiting for combat. They also had the numbers on their side. However, the Italians had more capital ships. Admiral Forbes did not hesitate. The Italian battleships had a too small screen and even if their guns were terrifying, Forbes saw his chance to bring a few of those giants down.
::Commander Monaghan stood at the gun rail with his binoculars. The Italian barrage was mighty indeed. He knew that the Italians probably had a few of the most modern battle ships in the world, but that did not scare him. He would not linger. He went into the bridge and gently gave his orders which were obeyed without hesitation. HMS Coventry steered forwards at high speed to close in on the battle ships. Oh, how he wanted one of those. ::
::An Italian destroyer engaged him and he responded. Coventry’s aft gun deck was hit and destroyed but the revenge came quickly as the forward guns managed a double-hit that blew of the destroyer’s entire bridge. A few more explosions followed and the Italian sailors abandoned the sinking ship. Mark Monaghan didn’t smile. Instead, he gave orders to proceed forwards. However, the mighty battleship Vittorio Veneto had realized the loss in the scattered screen and immediately started to target Coventry.::
::At this moment, Mark knew his duty was primarily to evade and secondary to fire back. Still, as he ordered the maneuvers, he made it so that the front guns always had a free field of fire. There – they scored a hit on the side of the Vittorio! It wasn’t to big, but the Italians would feel the pain of the bee’s sting. Then came a silent flash of light. Mark wondered what it could be. The he heard the thick bridge window break and the sharp shrapnel flew like arrows into the officers. The commander was hit in the face with a power that made blood splash. But he just wouldn’t duck. Then came the blast. He knew it couldn’t be that delayed. It felt like minutes. It pained him, because he knew it was a clean hit. He wouldn’t sink this battleship either. The force of the explosion threw Mark Monaghan like a doll backwards into the steel wall and all went black.::
The Italians were chased away and all their screens were sunk. However, UK almost lost two ships for every Italian. It was not a great victory, especially as all the Italian battleships got away. Still, it was valuable to pick of all their smaller ships. Without screens, they would have problems to operate.
One of the sunken British ships was the light cruiser HMS Coventry.
September 19th, 1939
Slightly less than a week ago, the 18th was under attack from Italian militia. Now, the 5th managed to isolate Tarabulus. Shortly after that, the French motorized initiated the attack, soon followed by the Brits. French tactical bombers also took part and making life hard for the numerous but poorly equipped Italians.
It was hard going for the Allies. For every soldier, the opponent had two, and the rocky mountainous terrain did nothing to easing it up. The roads showed traces of the strategically bombings done here a few month earlier.
September 20th, 1939
On the eastern side of Northern Africa, the situation was similar. The Italians had failed to stop Tobruk from being surrounded. Now, Alexander’s 1st Infantry was leading the attack with other experienced divisions, like Cunningham’s 4th.
::Richard and the other “Dogs” didn’t get to stay in Sardina very long. He didn’t know what to say about that. It was better there than in Tunis. They didn’t tell him shit when they went on board that bloody jar of a transport ship. He hated being locked into that friggin steel stomach. Well, this time they ended up in Alexandria. That wasn’t too bad if they didn’t get the order to march right away. Bloody unfair. They drove through the desert and saw endless traces of hard and deadly combat and merciless bombing. Perhaps the Brits here were real pansies. They at least had funny names like “Wessex”. Who did they think they were..? Bloody Americans? Ha! How could they have been beaten by friggin’ Italians? Anyway, 1st was here now to save the day.::
::They got contact with retreating enemies in Al Adam and sent them of in full panic. Then they took Gazala without combat. After that, they got to initiate the attack on Tobruk itself. It lived up to the rumors. This was hell on earth. It was already bombed to ruins. No street was working. It was just a mess. But that was not all. Amongst these ruins was formidable forts and bunkers hidden, some armed with heavy guns of various sizes. The outer area was packed with mines too. Cowards!::
::Richard and Johnny and the others in Dog Company pushed into the outskirts of the bombed city. There were shooters everywhere, hidden in the ruins. And it looked like impossible odds, especially since their own fighters didn’t have range to protect the bombers. As a result, the Italians ruled they sky for a majority of the time. It was the nastiest battle he’d been through since the beginning of the war. And the going was slow. It would simply take a really long time to flush these enemies out from this devastated place that seemed to be picked straight from one of the terrible stories grandpa used to tell. But Richard wasn’t the one to back down. No way on earth he would back down for one of these garlic lovers.::
September 27th, 1939
::One week in this friggin’ hell hole. But he’d started to cool down. They’d all realized that they faced HQ wimps and barbarian militia. Their shooters were so bad they couldn’t hit a tent from within. The first days he had his nerves as skin, but now they all started to be casual. When they heard shooting they didn’t duck but turned their heads to see what it was.::
::Richard, Johnny and Malachi ran over a piece of open ground, strewed with litter and remnants of a collapsed wall, while a few badly aimed bullets screamed passed their heads. On the other side of the old square, they squatted by a wall full of bullet holes and spied ahead on a huge pile of building material. It was the remnant of a house of some sort but one of theirs scouts have seen militias walk back from battle into a hole in the heap of a ruin. The trio sneaked forwards towards the hole in the ruin and could suddenly see movement in the darkness within. A guard there was smoking a cigarette. Sloppy. Johnny and Malachi fired away at the dark skinned soldier in the shadows while Richard jogged in a low position beside the bulled-marked wall that led up to the ruin. Johnny shouted to him. "Dick! He’s down. Smoke them!" Richard reached the ragged opening and tossed in two grenades, and them he threw himself to ground. He heard a few shouts on some African tongue and then came two loud explosions that silenced everything, including two machine guns that pointed out towards Dog Companies position on the other side of the heap of ruin. Johnny and Malachi came and helped Richard up. Malachi grinned broadly. "Aye, that tought them desert lads not to be so cocky next time." Richard grunted, having knocked a knee into a stone. "Those buggers are dead. Next buggers will do the same mistake. Not guard their friggin’ backs. Stupid pricks." Johnny tested a few steps into the smoking bunker with the barrel of his Lee-Enfield pointing into the dark. "Let’s see if they stored some goodies here…"::
October 2nd, 1939
After two weeks of battle, the African militia defending Tarabulus was at their knees. Surrounded, attacked from all directions, bombed from the air and under a constant naval barrage – they were without hope. They surrendered within a day. The west of Italian North Africa is broken.
October 7th, 1939
After almost 20 days of battle in the ruined desert fort, the Italian militia finally gave up. Cunningham’s 4th infantry had taken extensive losses, but not due to the fighting in the city but the continuous Italian bombing. Except one armor division and one motorized division, Italy had lost the entire army with which they attacked British North Africa, including HQs and the vanguard militia. The same had happened in the western parts. Now, the Italian only held one port in North Africa, and it was in the mountainous Benghazi, which already was bombed to oblivion by Newall’s strategic bombers.
:: Dog company had pushed all the way through the western part of Tobruk, flushing out strongholds and bunkers with high efficiency. They lost extremely few soldiers. Alexander’s leadership in combination with the troops experience made 1st Infantry a formidable tool of warfare. It took time though, but supply came in constantly and as progress was deliberately kept slow and careful, they had time to rest as well.::
::Richard Monaghan, famous for his bravery when storming bunkers together with his diehards, carefully slipped through a charred ruin, successfully avoiding the debris on the floor. A black man, dressed in a motley desert outfit, lay still and pale on the floor, his skin powdered with dust. Richard nudged him with his boot but knew he was dead. He had seen enough of dead Ethiopian militia the latest day. He continued though the room, nodded towards Johnny to cover the flank and continued alone into the next room with his Italian sub machine gun, a Beretta m38, ready to fire. The m38s were better guns those the British army could muster. The room was deserted but the busted wall opened up to a magnificent view.::
::The port of Tobruk lay before their eyes and beyond that, the wide ocean. The remnants of the militia company they had fought with the last days had fled out to the docks, maybe hoping to find a ship waiting for them. But none was there. The only ships visible were the British blockade out in the ocean. So, as Richard’s diehards took position by the last ruins, followed by the rest of Dog Company, the African fighters gave up and lay down their arms. Richard sighed and sat down on a block of fallen façade and pulled out his crumpled packaged of woodbines. He found a broken cigarette without filter, lighted it and drew a deep puff. Johnny, Malachi and Sid the Knuckle came up to him with grim smiles, dirty and dusty as they were. Richard blew out smoke which drifted away in the wind, smiled and passed the glowing fag to Johnny. “Good work, lads. Tobruk is ours”.::
October 9th, 1939
After the stunning victories in Africa, and with Poland still holding out, the Brits had hoped to have a calm end of the Year. The Allies had completely missed the build up by the boarders of Netherlands as the war against Poland was still on. When the Netherlands desperately turned to the Allies, information started to flow in. It was clear from the start that Germany would conquer the country within a week or so, and Britain did not plan to try and rescue them. It would be suicide.
A few hours after these news,
Japan joined in on the Axis side. That was even worse. That meant that British Asia was under direct threat. Busy and bloody times awaited – that much was certain...
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Next part - Japan goes to war