Lalaland is not a legitimate vacation spot.
The Paradox studio address, however, is.
The Paradox studio address, however, is.
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canonized: thanks! 
grayghost: indeed, nuts it was, but not anywhere near as dramatic
coz1: thanks! though the campaign's not over yet, that was simply the Persian Communist Party seeking to betray their country, believing that a cessation of territory would see the Soviets off. they were wrong, and the invasion must continue! it is likely that the Persian royal court wouldn't sue for peace at least until after Abadan's fallen, it not also those extreme objectives at Babolsar and Bandar Abbas--remember, they've remained unbowed for thousands of years, what's one more invasion to them?
rcduggan: goodness! ah well, still, vacation!
canonized: yeah...stop vacationing so much rc, its making the rest of us look like we're working harder than we really are! well actually, uhh...carry on, then
Discomb: but...lalaland has unicorns!
comment day again, lads. the next update will be tomorrow
grayghost: indeed, nuts it was, but not anywhere near as dramatic
coz1: thanks!
though the campaign's not over yet, that was simply the Persian Communist Party seeking to betray their country, believing that a cessation of territory would see the Soviets off. they were wrong, and the invasion must continue! it is likely that the Persian royal court wouldn't sue for peace at least until after Abadan's fallen, it not also those extreme objectives at Babolsar and Bandar Abbas--remember, they've remained unbowed for thousands of years, what's one more invasion to them? rcduggan: goodness! ah well, still, vacation!
canonized: yeah...stop vacationing so much rc, its making the rest of us look like we're working harder than we really are! well actually, uhh...carry on, then
Discomb: but...lalaland has unicorns!
comment day again, lads. the next update will be tomorrow
Great update Myth, had something to read while sitting in lessons. And Vacietis already is my favorite character in your AAR, dunno why
then I must dissapear!grayghost said:Uh...everybody is on to you.
*warps to 1258 BC*
Edzako: thanks! and I wonder why you like him...
and goodness, so much banter about vacation spots. while lalaland and 1258 BC may not be vacation spots, I'm sure that in time, Turkey could be, since that's the subject of today's update!
and goodness, so much banter about vacation spots. while lalaland and 1258 BC may not be vacation spots, I'm sure that in time, Turkey could be, since that's the subject of today's update!
10 kilometers west of Erzurum
February 12, 1936
Kuznetsov stared listlessly out of the window, glaring westward where the artillery had been quiet for a full week already. His mountaineers had been advancing toward Sivas for weeks already yet they had yet to reach the wretched town. Kuznetsov seethed inside, and would have pounded the table in anger had he not been holding a shot worth of precious vodka in his hand. His staff had gotten used to his alcohol, and alcohol tolerance, long ago and barely glanced at it in worry, if at all. Kuznetsov snorted, they seemed to rate his command capabilities than he himself did, and such a thing was naturally preposterous. Who knew a man better than the man himself? And what better benchmark was there for a general's competence but Sivas? Kuznetsov was not religious by any means, and certainly not as a card-carrying Communist, but he fervently hoped that God would simply swallow Sivas up and allow him to advance. Else, he feared, he would fail the test.
More blood had already been shed for Sivas than even during the revolving battles of Erzurum. Kuznetsov had installed himself into the ruined farmhouse on the 19th of January, and three weeks later he had still not left it to a more advance position. In part, he was waiting for a last shipment of vodka to the farmhouse. However, he did not think that this was the main reason; rather, it was that he could easily still control his corps from the farmhouse, there was no need to move forward yet as Sivas had yet to fall. Kuznetsov could understand why the Turks defended Sivas so desperately; the Sivas positions were the only buffer the Turks had left between Kuznetsov's Caucasus Front and Ankara. Nevertheless, he could not understand why they continued to commit units piecemeal, only to see them defeated in hours.
On the 29th, Colonel General Inönu, whose division had been destroyed at Van, made a reappearance commanding a reinforced cavalry division. Kuznetsov's and Marchenkov's Mountain Corps had defeated it in a battle lasting from noon to 0500 the next morning. A single hour later, another Turkish division, under the by now familiar Wehib Pasha, had appeared , only to be defeated by 1000 that same day. The 1st of February saw a leaderless Turkish division stumble onto the Sivas battleground and be pushed out again in sight hours. Gürzlin returned with his cavalry on the 5th, and required but five hours to defeat. Kuznetsov shook his head as he finally downed his shot of vodka. The Turkish general staff was amazingly inept. STAVKA rated their generals as being in the same skill bracket as Kuznetsov's own subordinates, and they had adequate staffs, yet their defense remained half-hearted and incompetent.
The four battles for Sivas between January 29 and Febrary 5.
Kuznetsov was thankful that the front in his area had been quiet for a week, as the Turks had not thrown more units into Sivas after Gürzlin's defeat. Perhaps Berman's progress in the south had worried their general staff so much that they temporarily abandoned all thought of saving Sivas. After having occupied Gazientep, Berman saw a chance and, letting the division fleeing Gazientep remain unmolested and unpursued, he dashed northward into Kayseri ahead of Saladze and then turned westward again. There he had run into an actual full-sized corps of Soviet troops under the command of Colonel General Namut. Kuznetsov shook his head; the Turkish strategy was bizarre. He recognized it, and it was unworkable.
The Turks had a corps placed in front of Deev, at Samun; they had stopped Kuznetsov's northern advance solidly. Only single divisions to oppose Kuznetsov's central thrust and they were being easily pushed back, if not without fights. In the south, a single divisions and a full sized corps opposed Berman and Saladze. Kuznetsov snorted, the Turks were attempting to Hannibal's tactical genius at Cannae on an operational scale. They were attempting to halt Kuznetsov's flanks and draw his his center, and then they would no doubt attempt to sweep behind his center and smash it.
The battle of Konya.
Kuznetsov smiled. There was only one problem with the Turkish plan. Actually; two. The first was that he had identified it and thus could avoid it. The second was that it was unraveling even before he had identified it. Berman defeated Namut's corps in Konya after a thirteen hour battle. The Turkish southern flank was disintegrating. Performing a Cannae, at any level, requires a double envelopment, notwithstanding features of terrain such as a sea to push the enemy against—Kuznetsov smirked as he thought of Lake Trasimene, another of Hannibal's great victories, in which he pushed the Romans up against a lake and massacred them—yet the Turkish southern flank was falling apart. There would be no double envelopment of Kuznetsov's center. In fact, the Turks could not even attempt to salvage their situation with a single envelopment as the one corps—which wasn't even a full three-division corps any longer—in Samsun was not powerful enough to accomplish such a advance.
Kuznetsov was thoroughly enjoying himself now, picking apart the Turkish operational plan as he understood it. He wryly noted to himself that much of Hannibal's triumph at Cannae was due to his superb cavalry, yet in this instance the superb cavalry fought under Berman's leadership as the Turkish cavalry squandered itself and its natural advantages at Sivas. Berman's cavalry, on the other hand, had used its speed to cover more ground than all the other corps of Kuznetsov's Caucasus Front combined, especially by the 12th. Kuznetsov chuckled. Berman had reached Konya and was on his way to the bewilderingly named town of Afyonkarahisar. Kuznetsov yawned and stretched; it was getting to be late evening and he wanted to sleep; the many nights of battle-affecting decision-making were catching up with him. As he got up to go to his bed, he took a look at the map one last time, chuckling as he thought of trapping the Turks against the Black Sea as Hannibal did to the Romans at Lake Trasimene.
The developing operation in Turkey by February 12.
Still chuckling, Kuznetsov went off to bed, eager for a full night of sleep.
February 12, 1936
Kuznetsov stared listlessly out of the window, glaring westward where the artillery had been quiet for a full week already. His mountaineers had been advancing toward Sivas for weeks already yet they had yet to reach the wretched town. Kuznetsov seethed inside, and would have pounded the table in anger had he not been holding a shot worth of precious vodka in his hand. His staff had gotten used to his alcohol, and alcohol tolerance, long ago and barely glanced at it in worry, if at all. Kuznetsov snorted, they seemed to rate his command capabilities than he himself did, and such a thing was naturally preposterous. Who knew a man better than the man himself? And what better benchmark was there for a general's competence but Sivas? Kuznetsov was not religious by any means, and certainly not as a card-carrying Communist, but he fervently hoped that God would simply swallow Sivas up and allow him to advance. Else, he feared, he would fail the test.
More blood had already been shed for Sivas than even during the revolving battles of Erzurum. Kuznetsov had installed himself into the ruined farmhouse on the 19th of January, and three weeks later he had still not left it to a more advance position. In part, he was waiting for a last shipment of vodka to the farmhouse. However, he did not think that this was the main reason; rather, it was that he could easily still control his corps from the farmhouse, there was no need to move forward yet as Sivas had yet to fall. Kuznetsov could understand why the Turks defended Sivas so desperately; the Sivas positions were the only buffer the Turks had left between Kuznetsov's Caucasus Front and Ankara. Nevertheless, he could not understand why they continued to commit units piecemeal, only to see them defeated in hours.
On the 29th, Colonel General Inönu, whose division had been destroyed at Van, made a reappearance commanding a reinforced cavalry division. Kuznetsov's and Marchenkov's Mountain Corps had defeated it in a battle lasting from noon to 0500 the next morning. A single hour later, another Turkish division, under the by now familiar Wehib Pasha, had appeared , only to be defeated by 1000 that same day. The 1st of February saw a leaderless Turkish division stumble onto the Sivas battleground and be pushed out again in sight hours. Gürzlin returned with his cavalry on the 5th, and required but five hours to defeat. Kuznetsov shook his head as he finally downed his shot of vodka. The Turkish general staff was amazingly inept. STAVKA rated their generals as being in the same skill bracket as Kuznetsov's own subordinates, and they had adequate staffs, yet their defense remained half-hearted and incompetent.
The four battles for Sivas between January 29 and Febrary 5.
Kuznetsov was thankful that the front in his area had been quiet for a week, as the Turks had not thrown more units into Sivas after Gürzlin's defeat. Perhaps Berman's progress in the south had worried their general staff so much that they temporarily abandoned all thought of saving Sivas. After having occupied Gazientep, Berman saw a chance and, letting the division fleeing Gazientep remain unmolested and unpursued, he dashed northward into Kayseri ahead of Saladze and then turned westward again. There he had run into an actual full-sized corps of Soviet troops under the command of Colonel General Namut. Kuznetsov shook his head; the Turkish strategy was bizarre. He recognized it, and it was unworkable.
The Turks had a corps placed in front of Deev, at Samun; they had stopped Kuznetsov's northern advance solidly. Only single divisions to oppose Kuznetsov's central thrust and they were being easily pushed back, if not without fights. In the south, a single divisions and a full sized corps opposed Berman and Saladze. Kuznetsov snorted, the Turks were attempting to Hannibal's tactical genius at Cannae on an operational scale. They were attempting to halt Kuznetsov's flanks and draw his his center, and then they would no doubt attempt to sweep behind his center and smash it.
The battle of Konya.
Kuznetsov smiled. There was only one problem with the Turkish plan. Actually; two. The first was that he had identified it and thus could avoid it. The second was that it was unraveling even before he had identified it. Berman defeated Namut's corps in Konya after a thirteen hour battle. The Turkish southern flank was disintegrating. Performing a Cannae, at any level, requires a double envelopment, notwithstanding features of terrain such as a sea to push the enemy against—Kuznetsov smirked as he thought of Lake Trasimene, another of Hannibal's great victories, in which he pushed the Romans up against a lake and massacred them—yet the Turkish southern flank was falling apart. There would be no double envelopment of Kuznetsov's center. In fact, the Turks could not even attempt to salvage their situation with a single envelopment as the one corps—which wasn't even a full three-division corps any longer—in Samsun was not powerful enough to accomplish such a advance.
Kuznetsov was thoroughly enjoying himself now, picking apart the Turkish operational plan as he understood it. He wryly noted to himself that much of Hannibal's triumph at Cannae was due to his superb cavalry, yet in this instance the superb cavalry fought under Berman's leadership as the Turkish cavalry squandered itself and its natural advantages at Sivas. Berman's cavalry, on the other hand, had used its speed to cover more ground than all the other corps of Kuznetsov's Caucasus Front combined, especially by the 12th. Kuznetsov chuckled. Berman had reached Konya and was on his way to the bewilderingly named town of Afyonkarahisar. Kuznetsov yawned and stretched; it was getting to be late evening and he wanted to sleep; the many nights of battle-affecting decision-making were catching up with him. As he got up to go to his bed, he took a look at the map one last time, chuckling as he thought of trapping the Turks against the Black Sea as Hannibal did to the Romans at Lake Trasimene.
The developing operation in Turkey by February 12.
Still chuckling, Kuznetsov went off to bed, eager for a full night of sleep.
Well, its nice to know Kutzenov feels better at the end of the update than he did at the beginning. Sivas was certainly a bloody little affair.
Several your commanders command bigger amount of troops that they can, why so ? Also Discomb what is that you find sexy in invasion of Turkey :wacko:
Come on guys! As soon as he reaches Afyonkarahisar the map will look like a steaming hot penis penetrating a soft vanilla-ish vagina. The axis of advance also seems like an axis of ejaculation towards Istanbul, the clitoris. It's not sexy, just seemingly sexual.
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grayghost: yup, Erzurum was bad was Sivas was far worse when it came to revolving battles. and yes, Kuznetsov seems to have highs and lows.
Discomb: yeah yeah
Edzako: I was half role-playing this game. all those leaders were commando leaders (except Berman, who's commanding cavalry--he's offensive doctrine) so story-wise they all have experience with mountain forces. thus they're commanding their specialty troops but are above their limit, and this is why Kuznetsov seems to keep complaining to himself about the size of their staffs--its tied to their rank.
grayghost: I knew what he was referring as soon as I saw the comment
Discomb: yeah yeah, we all know you like shocking people
Kanil: just imagine actually knowing him in person!
Edzako: he certainly does
the next update will be tomorrow, guys! nice pattern you had going, though: grayghost, discomb, edzako, grayghost, discomb, (kanil), edzako
Discomb: yeah yeah
Edzako: I was half role-playing this game. all those leaders were commando leaders (except Berman, who's commanding cavalry--he's offensive doctrine) so story-wise they all have experience with mountain forces. thus they're commanding their specialty troops but are above their limit, and this is why Kuznetsov seems to keep complaining to himself about the size of their staffs--its tied to their rank.
grayghost: I knew what he was referring as soon as I saw the comment
Discomb: yeah yeah, we all know you like shocking people
Kanil: just imagine actually knowing him in person!
Edzako: he certainly does
the next update will be tomorrow, guys! nice pattern you had going, though: grayghost, discomb, edzako, grayghost, discomb, (kanil), edzako
I wonder what kind of comments would come from an invasion of Scandinavia ... If Russia wanted to invade Djibouti do you think Greece would help ? Gosh , old M.U.N. joke ! Anyway , vulgarities aside , good comparisons there with the Punic conflicts ! It really helps to illuminate the 'modern day' atmosphere !
And perhaps a celebratory vodka in the morning.
I am curious how your co-gamers are doing, Myth. Any chance of seeing what they are up to?
I am curious how your co-gamers are doing, Myth. Any chance of seeing what they are up to?