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A still night, like the endless nights before and after, different only in that it marked the beginning

in a new year, and a new beginning for a nation. As Ninteen-Hundred-and-Thirty-Six was thrust

into being, the seed of change was sown. An invisible purpose and power slipped through a

nation...

This is my first AAR, so please bear with me if I do something stupid (I'm good at that). I got to

know my way around HoI3 and when I found the sheer depths of AARs, I figured I'd have to do

one myself. I felt they worked well when a minor nation was led to greatness and, feeling

South-Eastern Europe-y after reading a Greek AAR, decided with Hungary. On with the show!

1936

Our nation was weak. Our soldiers few and ill-equipped. Our factories archaic. Our technology

outdated. Our economy tottering. Our lands few. Yet we dreamed, yearned for greatness.

The greatness that was ours since we rode, in terrible hordes, through to the rich grounds of the

West. There was more land than double our number would have needed, more gold than in all

the chests of Byzantium, and our name... our name lived all through Europe... a name of power.

So we would rebuild. Immediately, we began to strengthen oursleves. The government met and

decided our first target, the first trophy of our golden age. The weak and fractured collection of

nations called Yugoslavia. They were larger than us, with a larger army, too, but in this lay their

weakness. They did not expect war from their impoverished northern neighbours. Their forces

were likely guarding the Italian frontier, or perhaps the Greek border. We could sweep through;

To Ljubjana within four days, to Zagreb within two. The real challenge would be the push, first

through planes, and then through the central mountains, to Beograd. If we were stopped there,

victory would become almost unattainable.

But that was a long way away. Immediately after Yugoslavia was agreed as a target, our

researchers set to work. Although the Westerners had researched these things years before, we

had still lived in ignorance. Now this would change. We steadily improved our heavy industry,

our efficiency in our factories and our production capacity. Meanwhile, in what little factories we

already had, we built weapons.

As time flew by and winter turned to spring, our coffers filled with trade. Our storehouses

recieved shipments of rarer produce, and exported vast quantities of plentiful goods. Our

technological advancement surged ahead; we began improving our coal mining, our production of

the necessary rare chemicals our factories needed. Soon, we began upgrades to our industry.

They would be slow, but much needed.

By June, our previously stumbling economy was stabilised, our production surging ahead and even

the first of a series of new divisions was assembled and deployed at the Yugoslav border. The

days rushed past us, for we were young and jubilant in our work, we were making our nation

great once more, and we knew we were the men to do it. Every one of us, whether with a

rifle, hoe, or pickaxe in his hand, knew he was doing his duty to Hungary, to our leader, in

Budapest, Miklós Horthy.

Throughout the year, all our available spies had been assigned two duties. Either they would

work at home, readying our people for war, giving them confidence inour superiority, or they

would travel to Yugoslavia, there to do all they could to make the Balkan giant as threatening as

possible. Many lost their lives in Yugoslavia, but they accomplished their task well enough, war

could begin sooner, due to their sacrifice.

In the dying months of the year, our people made a decision. A decision that will shape the fate

of our nation. The Germans, often our trade partners and accepting of our ambitions, extended

a great honour towards us. We would stand side by side with them, against all others who

would challenge us. We accepted, glad to have brothers in combat.

They were glorious days. Even as summer faded to autumn and even winter, our hope

flourished and bloomed. We were strong. We would be ready. Ready for our genesis.


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A couple of images to go with the first segment

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Elek had been checking on the chicken when he first noticed the car jolting down the path to the farm house. The aging rooster, Ador, was first to see it. He cocked his head to one side, unsteady on arthritic legs. Elek had never seen a car before. The metal beast awed him. Backing up, almost over a water trough, he was surprised to see two men emerge from the vehicle. One wore the slightly greyed and overused suit of a regional politician, the other a sombre military uniform. Both looked at him demandingly.

Fifteen minutes later, and Elek was saying goodbye to his parents. He was off, to a city, a word spoke in the backwaters of rural Hungary with a certain reverence. Though sad to see him go, his parents knew well enough that young Elek would earn more in one year in the factories than in a lifetime in the weak soil and bleak emptiness of his home. So it was that, with a threadbare suitcase grasping his few possessions, Elek Imre set off for Budapest.

The next day saw him with twenty-five other farmer’s sons, carrying boxes laden with stacks of bullets from the production line to a store room. The air was close to unbreathable, the food tasted like ash from the smoke, the water was a misty grey, but the pay was decent enough. None of the boys found the work too tough, there had been no machines more advanced than an oxen drawn plough at their farms, so strength was never of the essence. Elek was happy, he knew some of the others, and quickly grew to like the rest. They were close knit, sleeping in a small room and working in a large one.

There was Csaba, without a doubt the leader of the group. He was the self-elected wise man of them all, and the others were willing to trust him. He was slightly older, stronger, too. His arms were like rope, muscles ceaselessly labouring, pulsing under his skin. Then there was Lazar. Throughout his life, he had always held a reputation as a kind-hearted soul. Often to his own detriment, he would persevere onwards, always onwards, for the good of his friends. Though he was perhaps the weakest of the group, this mattered little. Sebes was a little more wiry, lanky and thin than the others. He was sharp witted and keen-eyed, quick to make a joke. He was also something of a schemer, prone to brooding, but Elek and the rest respected him for his shrewdness and good sense.

The boys worked hard, sending much of what little pay they received to their families. Before long, some of them brought news from home of new birth, with the hope of a son who could be sent off to work as soon as possible. They were happy, for they were young, and rising.
 
Thanks guys, your feedback helps! Here, have a picture of my plan of attack. Thank you!

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1937 dawned, from fields, to factories, to drilling grounds, Hungary readied herself for what was to come. Men worked hard, knowing they worked for Hungary. Women prayed, knowing they prayed for a nation. Children dreamed of the day that their turn would come. But no one’s turn had come yet.

Our nation never slept. In every town, factory lights blazed and regiments of dedicated Hungarians poured in and out ceaselessly.

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One of the production lines in a Budapest factory.

In the wide farmlands, too, those who had not migrated to the bulging cities laboured away, bending the land to the will of Hungary. Even in the harsh winter of the steppes, the men and women of the fields maintained their labour.

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Winter gripping a village in the North-East, near the Romanian border.

Our troops drilled and marched, training incessantly for the trials ahead. Never halting, never slowing, our army grew from a few thousand crusty old border guards, to a hardened spear, prepared to die for Hungary. We prepared ourselves for the inevitable, and rejoiced in our progress.

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Some of our soldiers, training for the coming offensive.

Finally, the time came. On the 17th of May, 1937, a brief telegram was delivered to the Yugoslav embassy. They were given two hours to leave, and informed that a state of war now existed between their nation and the Kingdom of Hungary. We had mobilised a few days earlier, our divisions had swelled to full strength. There were no troops at the border, we met no resistance. When their soldiers finally re-deployed, their haste betrayed them. We caught two of their finest divisions in the province of Subotica, on the Western Axis of attack. Meanwhile, our Eastern divisions marched to Zagreb and Ljubljana.

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The Subotica Pocket in the early stages of the invasion.

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Later on in the invasion. The Yugoslav divisions still had not reached full strength, and the Western forces were almost at Beograd.

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Although Zagreb had quickly fallen, Ljubljana had proved just out of reach for the under-manned Eastern divisions. To compensate for this, a small force marched through to Sarajevo, capturing it with little resistance and few casualties.

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By this time, Beograd had been under attack and encircled for several days. The capital finally fell on the 22nd of June, but the stubborn Yugoslav government still refused to surrender.

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Finally Skopje, one of the few cities still in Yugoslav hands, was occupied without a fight. A note was delivered to the Hungarian forces. It was the unconditional surrender of Yugoslavia. We had won.
 
You really caught the Slavs off-guard (doesn't that sound familiar...). Did you mod in Greater Hungary's cores, or are you satisfied with what vanilla gives you (a small strip of cores plus lots of partisans)?
 
Once again, thanks for the comments!

My next target, after I've got my economy rested a little will probably be Bulgaria, as this gives me a wider front with which to attack Romania...

No modding at all, just vanilla 1.4.
 
It was dark, a thick darkness. You could smell it, touch it. Impenetrable. A disorientating blindfold that deadened and cloaked. Calm.

Suddenly a burst of urgency. A noise, of what, from where? The door, a knock at the door, a definite, loud, professional knock. Stumbling, fumbling for the handle. Light, slicing a white band through the room. Against the explosion, a silhouette. Who? What? A man. A figure, fuzzy still against the light.

That had been five minutes ago. The grogginess had gone, brushed aside by a sudden sense of grim purpose. There had indeed been a knock, and a man, in the night. Their few possessions were hastily thrown into whatever was available, and, noiselessly, they left.

Outside, a storm had finally broken. Misty sheets of thin rain scythed the pavements. Thunderclaps rocked through the clouds and a fell wind growled through the sleeping streets. The weather had looked ominous for the past few days, a crushing heat, oppressive humidity. The first storm. It had come early. It had come now.

That night, just after midnight, early on the 17th of May, the men, for by this time all that remained of their boyhood had been driven away, piled on to the open-topped truck, curled up against the fury of the weather. They did not know where they travelled to, but each and every one knew why, and was proud. They were going to fight.

Physical training was not necessary, their lives had been hard enough. The rudiments of drilling and marching were shown to them, and they learned how to shoot. Their eyes were good, for often, in their rural childhoods, they had become quick to spot a deer, a wild fowl. Meat had been scarce.

At the end of every week, a basic newspaper, packed with propaganda and government dogma, would be delivered. The few who could read took pride in reading to the others the news from the front. It was good.

The Yugoslav soldiers had been pushed back, ceaselessly. In the West, the capital had all but fallen, and in the East, huge numbers of Yugoslav troops were either being captured or killed. It looked as if they might not see the war at all.
 
The airless heat of mid-August simmered, clouding the distance in lethargic wisps of heat-haze. The murmurs of conversation, floating through stagnant air, mingled with the slow stepping of horses, and buzzing of insects. The pulsing idyll would have been serene, were it not for the thin tips of rifles, stabbing up above the heads of helmeted marching men. Soldiers, on the move.

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The Hungary-Bulgaria border at the moment war was declared.
The 17th of August. War is upon our nation once again. This time it will be quick, definite. Merciless. Bulgaria is small. Their armies weak, not mobilised. They will be easy prey. Even as the first shots are fired, Hungary can rest assured that victory is easily within our grasp.

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Hungarian soldiers marching through Northern Bulgaria, meeting no resistance.
The first battles were quickly over, the weak Bulgarian divisions were completely outmatched, even in mountainous terrain

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The huge gulf in quality and numbers between our troops and theirs meant that one of our divisions could easily take on two or three Bulgarian Divisions.

The capital of Bulgaria, Sofiya, was close to the frontier. Their shattered frontline troops had retreated there, needing time to rest and reorganise before being sent back to the front. However we knew we could not give them that opportunity. If the Bulgarians were given time to redeploy, with full strength divisions, the war could drag on for months. This would severely strain our economy and manpower reserves. Therefore, our closest division, in the neighbouring province, set out immediately to besiege the city. Over time, more troops arrived and, with the completely disorganised Bulgarians unable to mount an effective defence against the relentless attacks of our troops, were soon pushed from their capital. Sadly, their ministers had escaped long before.

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Sofiya, in the hands of the victorious Hungarian army.

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Our soldiers enter the eastern side of the capital, after the surrender of all remaining enemy troops in the city.
With their capital occupied, sanity would have dictated surrender, for the good of the Bulgarian people, but still their demented rulers continued the struggle. At this point, our leaders were informed about the latest in a string of diplomatic developments. The Canadians had become the latest in a string of countries, subserviently falling into line behind their British overlords, quaking at the Axis terror that was already unifying the Balkans, to join the Allies. This bothered us little, they were too far away to be capable of much harm.

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More reports of won battles against the retreating Bulgarians, and news of Canada joining the Allies.
Later in September, our soldiers marched into Plovdiv, all but unopposed. Two of Bulgaria’s three cities had been occupied, yet the fools still refused to surrender. Our soldiers had no choice but to continue their unstoppable march on Varna, on the coast of the Black Sea.

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Plovdiv falls.
Finally, in the early hours of the morning, on the 2nd of October, the inevitable happened. Varna had been occupied peacefully; there were no Bulgarians left to defend it. At last, what remained of the Bulgarian government delivered a notice of unconditional surrender. There lands were ours, their people, citizens of Hungary. All that they owned, we owned. It was victory, slower than we had hoped for, and with a saddening, but necessary, loss of life, for Hungary. At the same time as the surrender was delivered, indeed, in the same hour, we received a telegram. The telegram informed us that the civil conflict in Spain was over, the monarchy and church had been restored, the hated Republicans banished. We were happy at this, for we saw the more upstanding Nationalists as far more respectable then the extreme-leftists, who had, in the later months of the war, succumbed to socialist anarchy.

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The final and unconditional surrender of Bulgaria, and the good news from Spain.

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The state of our nation and the Balkans, after the annexation of Bulgaria.
 
That's a lot of partisans you'll need to deal with. If you have the MP, a good way to get the most out of annexed provinces is to place a division of 1xgar+3xMP on each province with IC, resources, MP, and leadership in order to counter the revolt-risk penalties. You'll still get hit with the non-core penalties, which are pretty steep, but you'll get more out of your new land with the police than you would without. However, Hungary doesn't have a lot of MP, so you might not be able to garrison everything.
 
OK, thanks for the advice, I'll try to do it, but MP and IC may constrain me. One question: during the course of my invasion of Bulgaria, Romania mobilised. If they will ever demobilise, how long will it take for them to do it? I had originally planned Romania as my next target, should I choose something else?
 
His hands gripped the rifle, desperate for feeling, knowing the presence of something. He could not feel his helmet, of clothing, or his pack, but the rifle, only the rifle bound him to the material world. The bayonet had not been fixed, it hung, covered over, from the old bandolier he had taken from a pile of Yugoslav weapons.

Unaware of the people in front of him, and hearing the voice of the Captain as if down a long hallway, he was completely set in the task of distancing himself from the reality. The reality that he was in the foothills of Eastern Hungarian-occupied Yugoslavia, about to attack and kill people he had never met, to subjugate a people he had no quarrel with, for the good of a small caste of rulers whom he had never seen.

He imagined home. Near harvest time. Autumn, but still warm, his mother somewhere in the house, his father in the fields. He, playing dice with his young sister. She was so young, she could not imagine war. None of the killing, the cold brutality.

His mind was snapped back into focus, his legs were already moving him forward, programmed by incessant drill and marching. The Hungarian army may not have been the biggest, the most powerful or the best equipped, but they certainly could march, for days on end.

They would not be marching for long, soon they reached the border. Already, the men referred to it as ‘the Old border’. Past tense. Only to be respected, or at least feigned respect, for a few more minutes.

The whistle screamed. The men screamed. The artillery shells screamed, soaring overhead. All was lost in a cacophony of sudden noise. The Bulgarian positions were close by, manned by a handful of gnarled old reservists. Unwilling to risk their lives, they surrendered.

The soldiers moved further on, he was swept by the thick tide of men. Their path was into the mountains, the heart of Bulgaria, and Sofiya. They were not marching, but moving in their platoons now, especially at the front. They had trained hard. Any potential enemy positions were either observed and found to be empty, their garrison not yet mobilised, or were shelled into rubble, their dazed inhabitants captured or mown down. When real resistance was met, either sheer weight of numbers, attacking from every possible direction at once, or a focused offensive at a weak point ensured that breakthroughs were easy. The Bulgarians were poor soldiers, ill-trained and equipped with archaic weapons that might have been looked down on in the Great War.

The enemy were disorganised, too. Their commanders were distant, and unable to effectively marshal their troops. Many simply fled, further increasing the impossibility of Bulgarian command to take control of the situation. The Hungarians swept on, driving through to the central provinces.

Elek had not fired his rifle once, or been fired at. He had not yet killed a man, but had seen many dead, piled in cairns on the roadside. He was aware of a faint sickness, but it did not stop his legs from moving forward. His movements were now mechanical, the legs moving forward, the hand occasionally wiping sweat from brow, or reaching for water canteen. He was not entirely sure what his life was meant for anymore. His childhood had seen him set that his purpose was to farm the land, as the long generations of his family had done, later on, in the factories, and before combat, he had itched to serve his country; now, disillusioned and horrified, he marched on, a faceless infantry-man, a number, a grain of sand in an all-consuming heap.
 
Operation Lándzsa - November 1937 - May 1938

PART ONE -- November - December



By the 12th of November, 1937, the Kingdom of Hungary stretched from the Black Sea, to the Austrian border. Despite their gains and conquests, the Hungarian economy was teetering and unstable. The conquered territories had held little in the way of resources, and unrest was already leading to the beginnings of a partisan insurgency. It was decided that the best course of action, the invasion of Romania being impossible as their military had mobilised after the invasion of Bulgaria, was a conquest of Czechoslovakia, which, when conquered, would be released as a subject nation, having ceded the industry rich Eastern portion. The Czech army had not mobilised and, even when troops were moved to the border, did not reassign many soldiers from the German frontier.

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The Czech-Hungarian border, as it appeared in the days leading up to war.

Although the Hungarian army was growing steadily, she still had no tanks, much of her production having to be diverted towards garrison troops for the occupied territories. The cabinet had remained unchanged since early 1936, and research, though slow, was progressing.

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Production, Politics and Technology advances in the Hungarian Autumn of 1937.

The troops were fully prepared and supplied, so at 1:00 pm exactly, on the 12th of November 1937, a declaration of war was sent to the Czech ambassador. Five minutes later, his telephone call to the Czech foreign office having been concluded, he and his staff were driven off to an internment camp, where they would spend the coming Winter and Spring.

The immediate situation on the front was very good indeed. Many bordering provinces were wholly unguarded, and even where Czech forces were present, the skeleton detachments allocated to the reserve divisions were easily brushed aside.

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The opening fire fights on the Czech-Hungarian border.

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The string of victorious battles on the border. Bratislava was fast coming into sight.

By early December, Hungarian soldiers had driven straight through Czechoslovakia, reaching the Polish border by midnight of the 4/5th of December. A huge strip of Eastern Czechoslovakia was now completely unoccupied. It was left, to be dealt with later.

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The situation, just as soldiers reached the Polish border.

Bratislava, a key Czech city, very close to the border, had been besieged for some time. The majority of Czech divisions were by now fully mobilised, so the Bratislava garrison, including one tank division, was able to hold for some time. By the 10th of December, Hungarian troops had entered the city, but brutal urban combat, with extremely high casualties, erupted in the streets. Finally, in the evening of the 14th of December, the final Czech lines, round the centre of the city, were shattered from several sides. The cost had been high, but Bratislava had fallen.

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News of the capture of Bratislava.


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Hungarian soldiers march into a snow-bound Bratislava.

Despite early successes and the capture and holding of Bratislava, the size and professionalism of the Czech military was beginning to show. Reverses were already beginning to be made, and in some places, even the Hungarian heartlands were under threat. A decision was made, Hungary could not win alone. Help was needed. There were three options: Germany, Italy, or Austria. With German help, Czechoslovakia could easily be overwhelmed, but the Czechs would surrender to Germany, and if the Germans chose to annex Czechoslovakia, all gains would have been worthless. Italy was too distant to help quickly. Aside from air support, which would by no means change the current balance, it would take some time for their soldiers to reach the frontier. Austria was small, its military weak, but in this lay the solution. Austria would provide a distraction, drawing in Czech divisions. If Austria was lost, no matter. It would be liberated. The decision was made, the request sent, and the acceptance received just as quickly. The Czechs now faced war on two fronts.

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News of coming Austrian aid.
 
I'm curious as to why you didn't wait until the 1st Vienna Award, which would've given you Ruthenia for free. Given that you've already started the war, bringing in Austria was probably your best choice, as all you really need right now is a distraction.
 
I really wanted to set myself a challenging country to invade and hopefully annex. I hope that all the Sudetenland etc. doesn't cause me to lose it, though...

Oh, also I forgot about the 1st Vienna thingy. That's the main reason... (oops)

Austria indeed proved to be a good choice. When you see the next episode, perhaps too good....

(mwahahaha, cliffhanger!)
 
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Operation Lándzsa - November 1937 - March 1938

PART TWO -- December - May

The last days of December 1937 saw little change on the front line. The Czech people remained unbowed, Prague remained relatively secure. Even though the Czech military now had to contend with Austrian troops as well, the future of the conflict was very much in the balance. What was needed was a decisive engagement with the Czechoslovakian military, a destruction of their arms. Without this, the situation would remain in a stalemate, perhaps a Czech counter-offensive.

Mid January brought good, though not spectacular, news. Battles had been fought and won, both in Spisska Nová Ves and the important city of Košice. Although this was good news for the war effort, the battles themselves had been minor, the Czech forces able to retreat without much trouble. The position in Košice was also rather risky, the likelihood of a Czech counter-offensive was high.

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Inconclusive victories in Spisska Nová Ves and Košice.

Late in December 1937, a Czech light armoured division had penetrated through into Hungary itself. Although not a major strategic threat, the presence of Czech troops on Hungarian soil was very poor for morale. As such, it came as a great relief to High Command when the Czech division was soundly defeated and forced out of Hungarian territory on the 20th of January.

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Czechoslovakian tanks withdraw from Hungary.

Three days later, more victories were won. It appeared that the Austrian front was stretching the Czech army very thin. A decisive blow at this stage would surely be fatal. At Zlaté Moravce, over a thousand Czech soldiers were killed in a successful offensive. Rimavská Sobota was occupied with no losses on either side. A brief counterattack was quickly repulsed, with minimal losses on each side.

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Further Hungarian victories, but still no major engagements.

On the 26th of January, High Command received a strategic update on the Austrian Front. The Austrians, with a weak army, under-equipped and unready, had been pushed back. Although this was hardly good news for High Command, it certainly showed that Czech divisions were being pulled into the Austrian Front, which had most likely allowed the advances in the past week to take place.

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The Austrian Front, 26th of January, 1938.

Early in the morning of the 5th of February, High Command received the news that everyone had been hoping quietly for. Zilina had fallen. Although sounding somewhat unimportant, the small, remote Czechoslovakian province had one vital feature: it bordered Poland. It had fallen, and the occupying troops had now created what High Command had desired since the start of the conflict. A pocket, with as of yet unspecified numbers of Czech troops, but certainly several divisions, had been created. The decisive engagement was here, a chance to maim Czechoslovakia’s military.

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News of the victory in Zilina, greeted with elation by High Command.

After four days, it emerged that four divisions were trapped within the ‘Czech’ pocket, as it had become known. Although not as many divisions as High Command had hoped for, they were not to know that the Czech pocket would shift and break and re-form many times in the weeks and months to come. However, as it stood at midnight on the 8/9th of December, the Czech pocket held four regions. Each was manned with one division, adding up to a total of two mountain divisions, one infantry division and one motorised division. At this point, the infantry division was attempting to break out, seemingly without success, at Zilina, whilst one of the two mountain divisions was crumbling. If it fell, two sub-pockets would be created.

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The Czech pocket, as it appeared on the 9th of February.

The Czech pocket was indeed split, on the 12th of February. Further battles, some defensive and some offensive, were also won. Overall, the strategic situation had improved significantly since January. High Command had good reason to be pleased.

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Hungarian victories.

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The division of the Czech pocket in detail.

The rest of February and the beginning of March was marked by a string of large battles, mainly in and around the Czech pocket, with high casualties on either side, but significantly higher Czech losses. Attempts were made to break out of the Czech pocket, and attempts were made to wipe it out. The Czech relief efforts were beaten back, and the Hungarian advances, though slow, were seemingly unstoppable.

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An assortment of the engagements of late Winter and early Spring.

Mid to late March, however, saw a series of reverses. First the Czech pocket bulged, then, finally, it burst open, on the 2nd of April. The Czechs had access to supplies for the first time in over a month, but their casualties had been tremendous, and the pocket was only just propped open, the majority of troops still a long way from the exit.

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The battle of Zilina is lost.

The Czech pocket may have spilled open, but very good news indeed was streaming in from the Austrian Front. The Czechs had been pushed out of Austria and steadily driven back. By the 7th of April, Prague was threatened. Czech divisions were urgently redirected to the Austrian Front, allowing significantly more progress to be made by Hungarian forces.

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The Austrian Front, early April 1937, along with the victories won due to the reallocation of Czech troops to deal with Austrian advances.

The gallant Austrian advances proved catastrophic for the Czech military on the Hungarian Front. The second Czech pocket was formed on the 1st of May, made up of two sub-pockets. The Western, larger sub-pocket held seven Czech divisions in three regions. The smaller Eastern sub-pocket held four, of which at least one was confirmed to be armoured, divisions. On either side of them, Hungarian occupied Czechoslovakia stretched for miles. High Command were delighted, although somewhat worried that the Czech government might in fact surrender to the Austrians.

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The second Czech pocket, holding many more troops than its predecessor.

The Czechs held out for three and a half more weeks. At 1:00 am, on the 26th of May, Prague was occupied. The notice of absolute and unconditional surrender of Czechoslovakia to the Hungarian and Austrian armed forces was delivered to Kapitány Antal Gergely, 1. Hadest, of the Royal Hungarian Army, and relayed to High Command. The struggle had been long, costly and uncertain, but, eventually, successful.

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The surrender of Czechoslovakia.

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Czech POWs, all from the second Czech pocket.

The Czechs were granted their independence soon after, although having ceded the Eastern portion of their country. They declared their allegiance to Hungary, and were accepted into the Axis of Germany. Peace was restored, our troops stood down and began to disperse.

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The new borders of Eastern Europe.

After the celebrations had died down, High Command began to study a very large and detailed map, along with leading Czech generals. Various markers were placed, some marking objectives, some troop placements. The planning for the next conquest had begun. Along with the planning of attack, orders were placed for two new divisions of tanks, the first in the Hungarian Army.

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The plan of operations.
 
Nice work. As a reminder, you'll get Cluj and North Transylvania (mostly empty space) via the 2nd Vienna Award sometime in 1940 :) Unless you mod in cores in South Transylvania, it might be worth it to just leave Romania alone so you don't lose too much MP.