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Hey there! I planned for a long time my own Kaiserreich AAR, and I wanted start just after my first experimental italian AAR, but that place is kinda frozen now, since there's too many pictures on one page already and not many responses.
So, with new Kaiserreich 1.7 released and mod's anniversary as well, I will start my story about Pyotr Wrangel, which will be much slower, complicated and I hope much better than my first attempt. My great inspiration is Teivel, whose "One and Indivisible" Russia is so as much remarkably deep and awesome as possible, it seems. Same as his great creation, mine will be "hybrid" as well - with personal stories, quotes, frontline news etc.
My Russian story, though, will be much darker and everywhere, everyone will feel flames of war and cruelty. Wrangel's Russia won't rise as a benevolent Phoenix, but much like apocalyptic Dragon.
You can expect first part in few hours.


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1939 - Part 22: Justice Among Men
1939 - Part 23: Darkest of All Lies
1940 - Part 24: The Red Europe
1940 - Part 25: Fallen Ones
1940 - Part 26: The Imperial Struggle

 
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My Russian story, though, will be much darker and everywhere, everyone will feel flames of war and cruelty. Wrangel's Russia won't rise as a benevolent Phoenix, but much like apocalyptic Dragon.

Interesting.... Let's do this!:D
 
Prologue


Omsk, Winter 1932
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Sleigh with four horses rode swiftly through forest nearby important siberian city. Nothing was seen except snow everywhere. On ground, on trees, in the air, on both men coats. Passenger tried to shake a little snow from his military coat.
"How far is it?" asked man in general's uniform, impatient with longer journey than he expected.
"Just few miles, sir!" yelled his coachman, apparently having some problems with horses. Former cossack signed. We are army of infantrymen now.
After a while, they left forest and finally saw command center of Siberian army. Guards stopped them, with colder faces than weather around. Machine guns prepared to work anytime.
"This is restricted area. Identify yourself."
General smiled. That, he totally expected. Remarkably disciplined troops, unmistakable sign of his presence.
"Army General Pavel Nikolaevich Shatilov, I am here to visit supreme commander of Siberian Army."
Guardsmen lowered their weapons and one of them approached the general.
"May I see your documents, sir?"
General smiled again. Before he left Moscow, he was worried, but his old friend was apparently still the same. He opened briefcase and showed him documents about immediate inspection of many Siberian garrisons ordered by Chief of Staff.
"Thank you, sir." answered soldier and saluted him. General saluted back and sleigh continued to main building.
When he was allowed to enter marshal's office, he saw him looking from window. General tried to say something, but Marshal spoke first:
"I know why you came, Pavel. Answer is still no."
General gave him sympathetic look and then opened bottle of vodka, another item in his briefcase.
"So, since you are already decided, I think there's no harm if we drink on victory. We won in the end, didn't we?"
Pyotr Wrangel, The Black Baron, turned his eyes to him, and general almost swallowed his glass. Perhaps he tried to be jovial too much. He saw him like that last time, when...
"Victory, Pavel? There was no victory. No honor. No glory. Just suffering."
He rubbed his hateful, but tired eyes. After that, Pavel saw no hate anymore. Nothing at all, actually. Just...void.
"Why even celebrate victory, when there is no one left?" said more to himself, than his guest.
General noticed photograph on his desk.

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Pavel paused in thought. Should he tell him everything right now? Who, and more importantly, why...

It was sunny day, 1926, and famous russian commander and Civil War hero visited Prague with his family. Ethnic tensions in Bohemia continued, but his family, same as other tourists, hardly seen anything more than few more gendarmes in streets. Baron finally could focus on them. His wife, and his children. All of them safe. Same as Russia was safe again. Humiliated, but alive. Same as them.
Cathedral, castle, all beautiful places around were peaceful, calm, quiet...not something usual in his country now.
"Father, I am hungry." said his son Pyotr, jr.
"Oh, come on! You eat since we left Petrograd!" said his apparently annoyed sister Elena.
However, before their mother could reproved them, their father answered.
"I guess we can try more local cuisine." answered their father with smile, in completely civilian clothes, something almost never seen from his youth.
He waved to cabman, but then Baron saw someone...with eyes focused on him. Quickly walking through crowd of Czechs. Gun in his hand.
It was a reflex. He jumped aside, trying to protect his wife, when gunner start shooting on them. Shocked cabman yelled for help, crowd around ran to every side. Gendarmes, shocked as well, are too far to interfere.
"Run, Olga, run!" shout to his wife, when bullet found it's target. And then second bullet. Both to Baron's chest. But adrenaline and emotions kept his mind and body together, and in suicidal attempt, he attacked the assassin with his bare hands. Surprised man shoot him again, but this time, bullet only scratched Wrangel's face, and cossack fist sent him to the dremlands. But wounds...he touched his chest. Blood was everywhere.
"Father! No!" cried his son, trying to help him.
"No...stay...back...take...your sisters..." tried to tell them, but it was too late. Too late.
"Death to the oppressors!" yelled another voice in Russian, and then collapsing baron saw only two things: Grenade and explosion. There were actually two assassins.


"I know what happened to them, Pyotr." told him general plainly, with eyes focused rather on wall than him "Murderers were Bolsheviks indeed, but they weren't sent by Bolsheviks."
"What?" said Baron silently "How do you know, Pavel?"
"Second assassin we couldn't find...well, I assumed he was eliminated as a witness, when every attempt to find him failed, but he wasn't. He became part of Makhno's pitiful anarchist group in the Commune. French sent him to Russia back as an agent to contact still existing radical leftist groups in Russia. My associates found him just by accident.
"I want to talk to him."
Now General had enough bravery to meet his eyes. There's really colder than outside. Definitely.
"Unfortunately, it's no possible. He didn't survived...questioning. But before that, he revealed the truth about failed assassination attempt in Prague. Later, he found out himself, that his comrades were not his comrades. They were actually..."
"Who was it, Pavel?"
"I can only guess, that they were afraid you would bring Don Kuban back to Russia, or..."
"Who. Was. It. Pavel?" repeated his question, eyes locked to his eyes. It looked like his face lost all the blood and death itself impersonated him.
"Decision came from the Reich Chancellery." general finally said.
Now he was prepared for anything. That he will start to shoot everything around, something like that. But something much more disturbing happened: Wrangel calmly returned behind his desk, sat, and like nothing happened, filled two glasses of vodka.
"So, your associates, Pavel...who are they? And tell me everything about every of them. Then I will tell you my opinion about your whole...idea."
 
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Intermezzo


Singapore, Russian District, Present time

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Ilya couldn't start. He simply couldn't. Procrastination was problem for many students, but for Ilya Rodzaevsky, it was like nightmare. Whenever he planned to finally write something, his mind was just too full of ideas, his table too full of quotes, that he scrapped whole concept and postponed it further. Doubts simply overwhelmed him: it was not a simple essay, it was dissertation, for God's sake! It must be perfect.
With quiet lamentation, he returned to notes from library he took few days ago.
Perhaps that can be used -

Winds of Berezina, 1953, Mihail Ilyich Alistratov
Grey Sky, 1948, Alexander Syomin
Jewel Between Rivers, 1949, Yang Xicheng


Truth to be told, Ilya himself sometimes couldn't believe these first hard experience stories from war heroes. This can't be good source for historical analysis. Still, if he just used soldier's perspective...
Nah. Better would be...
"I am back!" shouted Ilya's roommate, with doors wide opened.
"So soon? I thought...." answered Russian with surprise in his voice. One look on clocks around showed him, that he already missed his lecture.
"Don't tell me...man, you don't have even a title yet?" told him his roommate, looking over Ilya's shoulders.
"Actually, I have a title. Many of them." answered, half-ironically and showed him a list. "I don't suppose you have some ancient chinese wisdom to solve this puzzler, do you Tang?"
"In this case, I would rather use Occam's Razor. Just pick one, and that's it. You must start somehow anyway." answered Tang plainly
"All right, pick one."
"Why me?"
"Because it's your idea, and I want someone to blame, if it will be disaster."
Chinese student sighed.
"What about this one? It says everything."

Triumph of the Order - History and Principles of Eurasian Concept
- Ilya Atanasovich Rodzaevsky, Triumvirate University Singapore

"That looks...sufficient." said Ilya, after Tang wrote title himself
"You can thank me later. On my way back, I've met one cute sophomore from high school nearby." Ilya gave him questioning look.
"What? It's legal there." shrugged Chinese with smile "I asked if she has a friend, so if you..."
"I'll pass. I mean, I should really write something."
"Your loss, my gain, buddy."
After he left a room, Ilya was alone again, just with his thoughts. He looked again on text.
It's a really good title.

 
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Part 1: The Last Straw


Nikolai Trubetzkoy's "Principles of Geopolitics",1939, Chapter V., author's notes:


"...in such case, anyone can clearly see, that simple 'might makes right' is short-sighted strategy to achieve national goals. Nation may loose manpower necessary to hold and grow, political opposition may destabilize the state, hostile powers, who would rather torn themselves apart before, will unite against common enemy.
Central Powers faced such problems years before World War: Entente Cordiale was most visible product of their short-sightedness. Always opportunistic British Empire and French Republic full of revanche, abandoned thousand years of animosity to stand against common threat.
In addition, Germans even decided to ignore Bismarck's 1887 Reinsurance Treaty with Russian Empire, fearing russian potential to grow, which inevitably led to only reluctant alliance with Entente in 1907.
Austria-Hungary didn't recognized it's limits as well, but more severely. While external problems were mostly solved efficiently, internal problems multiplied every year. Only unchangeable, rigid rule of Franz Joseph I., combined with minor reforms, kept it slightly under dangerous levels. Not war, but his death and very early death of his successor, marked end of it.
It would be mistake to think, though, that so called Triple Entente had no fatal weaknesses to exploit by it's enemies.



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World War's later propaganda could only barely legitimize continuation of war in eyes of all Russian people.

Many people already sees original Entente as classic example of 'Unholy Alliance', and one of reasons why Central Powers emerged victorious despite so many visible disadvantages. There were just too many differences and few mutual sympathies amongst population, as well as imperial elites - orthodox Russians were now allies of catholic French and protestant British, those who invaded their motherland more than once and supported Ottoman musulmans. Baltic Germans were important for economy and education and it's mostly russianized german houses comprised from many important imperial officials and officers. Like House of Wrangel."

November 1935, Berlin

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There was unusually warm autumn day and German ambassador to Russia, Friedrich Werner von der Schulenburg, was seemingly only worried person in the Conference room. Reichsministers showed many feelings this day, but concerns were not amongst them.
"...and that would be all, gentlemen. I believe this decision will not only help to stabilize our currency, but will finally solve important part of the Treaty. I am sure Russians will be glad as well to end these unpleasant reparations." said Chancellor von Papen stoically.
Schulenburg thought he was in the very, very bad dream. It's apparent, that no one in the room really understood situation in the Russian Republic, somehow still able to pay reparations. His own report about Kerensky's position and growing unrest was ignored. Reichsministers expressed own opinions just rarely, that he anticipated, but von Papen's deafness was more than just disturbing. Schulenburg really expected more from former diplomat.
After documents in his briefcase will appear in the middle of Russian politics, ambassador won't dare to guess which consequences it will have. With his mind full of such worrisome thoughts, his return to Petrograd felt like longest flight in his life.

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Part 2: Strike From the Shadows


Mikhail Artamonov's "Interbellum", 1960, Preface:


"...no one, be it expert on history or merely a layman, could express doubts about utter fragility of post-civil war Russian society. However, everyone must see whole, global picture, before any further analysis. There are three main causes of later, so much asymetric world war, with direct roots in first one. First, German Empire's victory caused real collapse of international relations, trade and ethnic or social stability of numerous countries, since most powerful and most influentual state, Great Britain, lost virtually everything and such vacuum was exploited by many radicals in many parts of the former Commonwealth. Second cause were all the victor's ambitious attempts to conquer and divide as many lands and leverage as possible, while in reality it overstretched German economic and military power, not really unprepared to directly or indirectly control half of the world. Even if Kaiserbund and other similar proposals to strengthen such hazardous position was succesful, country had no chance to simultaneously counter all combined threats at once, not mentioning literally dozens another minor conflicts, easily able to damage German interests here and there.

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1936: Day before Black Monday

Third, and most obvious cause, was no serious attempt to create means to solve international relations or trade. Post-war generation already doesn't understand, how little mattered state treaties and bussiness contracts. There was no universal possibility for anyone to arbitrate in any conflict for any side, be it political or economic affair. Anyone could anytime became an ally or an enemy, because of very common coups, revolutions or full-scale wars - more destructive and more widespread than ever before. Trade worked mostly on daily basis, and there was no place especially safe for private investments with few exceptions. This inevitably caused uncontrolled markets and strange deals with endless possibilities, even despite official embargoes imposed sooner or later: French Communards bought many industrial machines from Japan, Union of Britain sold more than once naval technology for Platinean goods, eastern metal and coal flowed into MittelEuropa as much as golden Reichsmarks in return supported growth of Russian industry. Soon, it was evident, that...

January 6th, 1936, Petrograd

President's car left the Winter Palace behind, and slowly followed armored cars. Streets were dangerous these days. Reactionaries, mensheviks, religious fanatics...Kerensky didn't even knew all of them. President hardly trusted his miserable secret service, infiltrated perhaps by every such a group. And yet, country still needed him. Aristocrats in the Senate did nothing but more bickering since Civil War and if deputies in Duma were allowed to carry weapons, no one there would be alive after first day. Kadets and Right Social Revolutionaries were only somewhat moderate parties. They needed help, of course, to make elections...acceptable.
"Cigarette, sir?" asked his chauffeur, offering his right hand with cigarette case.
"Thank you, Fyodor." said Kerensky, when he stretched forward to take the offer.

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Few streets away. Man in military uniform entered the abandoned stables and found package hidden inside. Afterwards, man switched his uniform with civilian clothes in package, where he also found Mauser C96. Fully loaded.
Then, he escaped the building through back doors and dissapeared into snowy morning.

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After he finished his second cigarette, President noticed sudden dissapearance of armored vehicles
"Fyodor? Where are our escorts?" asked with a concern in his voice. Wait a minute. Isn't car slower now?
"I really can't say, sir. Car behind us left us like minute ago. But I am sure..."
Whilst chauffeur tried to explain odd and risky situation, inconspicuous man moved fastly from the street's corner, opened car doors and shot the President twice to his heart, before he could react in any way.
Officer in disguise will never say it to any living soul, but it was his eyes, which will remember forever, from everything happened and will happen. Kerensky looked so...surprised. So much surprised, indeed.
Then he briefly smiled to a chauffer, who calmed down in an instant. But then, gunman's face before him hardened again.
"Well done. Unfortunately, your services are no longer required." said unknown man, and shot now mortally scared chauffer between his eyes.
Then, he threw gun away, and dissapeared into slightly opened manhole nearby in the alley, just moments before militiamen from side street approached the crime scene.
Everything happened in matter of seconds.

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Radio Transmission from Petrograd:
Today, President of the Russian state was assassinated by unknown radicals.
The new military government will seek justice to punish all those involved.
End of Transmission.

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One of your images are bugged, it shows a message written "Shockblast"
 
One of your images are bugged, it shows a message written "Shockblast"

solved days ago, but now i wonder, why someone sees a picture and for someone else it's bugged?
it's just because some sites blockades foreign IP adresses or wut?

well, i hope at least imgur and tumblr works perfectly for everyone :p
 
Part 3: Secret War


January 7th, 1936, Petrograd, Ministry of Defense

"It was messy."
- General Alexei Petrovich Arkhangelsky, when asked about first days of 'National Renewal'

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It was late morning, when cavalry units arrived to the city and stormed the ministries. In Ministry of Defense, action was not only swift, like everywhere else in the centre, but severe as well. Words 'you're under arrest!', were heard too often, compared to other government buildings, and too often was heard 'this is treason'. Too often, guns were heard. Not only because uninvitated guests didn't welcomed any resistance, although verbal, but also because many officers actually employed here took arms, now turned on their colleagues. Subsequently, smarter ones joined them, while others were clueless, unconvinced, pasivelly or even openly hostile, as was heard before already. Minister himself tried to reach any loyalist units by all means possible, but communication lines were cut off and radio was full of putchist claims and orders, unrecognizable from legitimate ones.
If there were any such orders at all. Both Duma and Senate were scattered, everyone who could do something, Grand Duke Dmitri or General Denikin either joined or did nothing against the coup.
Shots behind doors of minister's office clearly showed who's next in line. Minister, though, never gave them the chance. He had always gun in the desk, relic of Civil War. Minister bitterly smiled. Last time this nagan was used, he found it in dead hand of Bolshevik general, who didn't want to be hanged like a criminal.
God must love irony.
Gunshot.

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But for putchists, there were still other dangers to consider.

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January 12th, 1936, Moscow, night

Residence on edge of the old russian capital was hardly seen in snowstorm, when approached by two cars, finding their uneasy way through drifts in the street. When cars were pulled to stop, and their passengers left the vehicles, people inside apparently turned off all the lights in reaction. Visitors in long coats weren't put out of countenance, and stormed the building with grenade and small arms in hands.
Someone screamed, two shots followed, and one body left residence through broken window. Hunters were succesful. Other shots followed, and every floor had it's own, very visible portion of blood. Every part of residence was cleansed by methodical killing. Every person found was shot two times to heart, one time to head. It was quick and effective.
Last living, and so far lucky inhabitant tried, to ran through back door, however, in moment he turned to forest nearby, he was shot to face. Hostile visitors couldn't let anyone to escape.
When harsh work was done and all guns reloaded, there was still basement to inspect.

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Man in coats descended slowly and carefully into basement, finding evidence, that they're obviously in the right place at the right time. Rooms were full of socialist literature, posters, illegal newspapers and, of course, printing machines. Letters written in...French. Compared with all what happened that day, it was slow and clean work as much as possible.
"Hey! Look what I found!" shouted one of them suddenly, and dragged inside young women and two small children. In the moment, she was on her knees before person she must must be commander of kill squad.
"Please! I beg you! I didn't knew anything about my husband's work, I swear!"
Man didn't answered. He only gave a nod to her, and ordered others to go. Then he asked her, if she knew names of those visiting house, and if everyone was present today. Not everyone, of course. But now, they had more names to solve.
'Thank you' from him was the last words she ever heard. Or her children.

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January 16th, 1936, Chelyabinsk, Train station

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City's train station was usually full of railway cars with goods and materials to export, workers used local cheap tickets to visit friends and family in towns nearby, but now, none of them was present. In fact, aside from railway employees, there were only uniformed, armed figures
"Move!" shout soldier to man before him, while he tried to find his glasses, lost somewhere around, when other people almost trampled poor man. Blow to his back sent him to snow outside.
"I said move, svoloch!" repeated soldier, with disturbing sound of his rifle's breech.
"How dare you..." started humiliated man, but another blow sent him back to the real world. And to the snow again. He didn't see muchnow, but he did heard steps of another person.
"Sir!" yelled soldier to person in front of him. Colonel. Long coat. Tall.
"Private, you should control yourself better. I will take care of prisoner myself." said unknown colonel, and offered hand to help him on his feet.
"I...thank you...officer." said trembling man, for first time in week seeing somebody sane and friendly.
Colonel sighed in response.
"Young people are often too vigorous. Orders must be followed exactly as they were intended."
Officer showed him the way, which other guards and prisoners went before them.
After few minutes of walking in silence, colonel asked him, if he wants cigarette and asked him about his family. While assuring him, that no harm will come to them, social services are in poor conditions ,so losing breadwinner, even for a moment, can make any family suffer.
As he surely knows well, since he's a journalist.
Prisoner was shocked, that he knows his name, which gave him a hope. So freelance journalist, now former, as it seemed, asked if he can contact his family. Much to his surprise again, colonel nodded and tell him to go into train station's office, now his own temporary office. When they were in warm environment at last, officer let the journalist to write everything he wanted to say to his beloved ones. He even gave him another cigarette and tea, which help him to calm down. Colonel explained to him, that he really does regret such circumstances, but he is also sure, that everything and everyone will be back in place, in no time.
When journalist left the train station, commanding officer ligthen up another cigarette.
He just finished his portion of tobacco, when he heard unmistakable sound of Mosin-Nagant.
Colonel Rodzaevsky was really known for his proper manners and kindness to prisoners. No wonder his victims were often grateful and mentioned him in personal letters, as someone who understands them, letters often used as testaments.


January 17th, 1936, Petrograd, Winter Palace

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This day, General Pyotr Wrangel, from the Winter Palace to the (carefully picked) crowd delivered a speech world will remember forever:

Proclamation to the Russian Nation

More than eighteen years have passed since the unhappy day when the Russian people, blinded by promises from foes at home and abroad, lost touch with honor and freedom, thereby losing all. Since that day of treachery, the Almighty has withheld his blessing from our people. Dissension and hatred descended upon us. With profound distress millions of the best Russian men and women from all walks of life have seen the unity of the nation vanishing away, dissolving in a confusion of political and personal opinions, economic interests, and ideological differences. Since that day, as so often in the past, Russia has presented a picture of heartbreaking disunity. For when our nation lost its political place in the world, it soon lost its unity of spirit and will.

We are firmly convinced that the Russian nation entered the fight in 1914 without the slightest feeling of guilt on its part and filled only with the desire to defend the Slavs which had been attacked and to preserve the freedom, nay, the very existence, of the Empire. This being so, we can only see in the disastrous fate which has overtaken us since those November days of 1917 the result of our collapse at home. But the rest of the world, too, has suffered no less since then from overwhelming crises. The balance of power which had evolved in the course of history, and which formerly played no small part in bringing about the understanding of the necessity for an internal solidarity of the nations, with all its advantages for trade and commerce, has been set on one side. The insane conception of victors and vanquished destroyed the confidence existing between nations, and, at the same time, the industry of the entire world.

The misery of our people is horrible to behold! Millions of the workers are unemployed and starving; the whole of the middle class and the small artisans have been impoverished. When this collapse finally reaches the Russian peasants, we will be faced with an immeasurable disaster. For then not only shall a nation collapse, but more than a thousand-year-old inheritance, some of the loftiest products of human culture and civilization.

All about us the warning signs of this collapse are apparent. Syndicalism with its method of madness is making a powerful and insidious attack upon our dismayed and shattered nation. It seeks to poison and disrupt in order to hurl us into an epoch of chaos. This negative, destroying spirit spared nothing of all that is highest and most valuable. Beginning with the family, it has undermined the very foundations of morality and faith and scoffs at culture and business, nation and Motherland, justice and honor. Socialism have ruined Russia so far; years of bolshevism would destroy her for sure. The richest and fairest territories of the world would be turned into a smoking heap of ruins. Even the sufferings of the last decade and a half could not be compared to the misery of a Europe in the heart of which the red flag of destruction had been hoisted. The thousands upon thousand of dead and many more wounded, which this inner strife has already cost Russia should be a warning of the storm which would come.

In those hours when our hearts were troubled about the life and the future of the Russian nation, I decided to ask you all: Join me, once more, in unity and loyalty, for the salvation of the Russian nation. This time the front lines are at home. As the the National Government we vow to God, to our conscience, and to our people that we will faithfully and resolutely fulfill the task conferred upon us.

The inheritance which has fallen to us is a terrible one. The task with which we are faced is the hardest which has fallen to Russian statesmen within the memory of man. But we are all filled with unbounded confidence for we believe in our people and their imperishable virtues. Every class and every individual must help us to found the new Tsardom.

The National Government will regard it as its first and foremost duty to revive in the nation the spirit of unity and co-operation. It will preserve and defend those basic principles on which our nation has been built. It regards Christianity as the foundation of our national morality, and the family as the basis of national life.
Turbulent instincts must be replaced by a national discipline as the guiding principle of our national life. All those institutions which are the strongholds of the energy and vitality of our nation will be taken under the special care of the Government.
The National Government intends to solve the problem of the reorganization of trade and commerce with plans:
A concerted and all-embracing attack must be made on unemployment in order that the Russian workers and peasants may be saved from ruin.
The Republican parties have ruined the Russian peasantry in eighteen years.
The National Government will couple with this tremendous task of reorganizing business life a reorganization of the administrative and fiscal systems of the old Tsardom, Governorates, and the Zemstvas.
In eighteen years they have created an army of millions of unemployed. The National Government will, with iron determination and unshakable steadfastness of purpose, put through the following plan:
Within one year the Russian peasant must be rescued from the quagmire into which he has fallen.
Within one year unemployment must be finally overcome. At the same time the conditions necessary for a revival in trade and commerce are provided.

As regards its foreign policy the National Government considers its highest mission to be the securing of the right to live and the restoration of freedom to our nation. Its determination to bring to an end the chaotic state of affairs in Russia will assist in restoring to the community of nations a State of equal value and, above all, a State which must have equal rights. It is impressed with the importance of its duty to use this nation of equal rights as an instrument for the securing and maintenance of that peace which the world requires today more than ever before.

May the good will of all others assist in the fulfillment of this our earnest wish for the welfare of Eurasia and of the whole world.

If, however, Russia is to experience this political and economic revival and conscientiously fulfill her duties toward the other nations, one decisive step is absolutely necessary first: the overcoming of the destroying menace of bolshevism in Russia. We of this Government feel responsible for the restoration of orderly life in the nation and for the final elimination of class madness and class struggle. We recognize no classes, we see only the Russian people, millions of peasants, soldiers, and workers who will either overcome together the difficulties of these times or be overcome by them. We are firmly resolved and we have taken our oath. Since the present Duma is incapable of lending support to this work, we ask the Russian people whom we represent to perform the task themselves.

Unity is our tool. Therefore we now appeal to the Russian people to support this reconciliation. The National Government wishes to work and it will work. It did not ruin the Russian nation for eighteen years, but now it will lead the nation back to health. It is determined to make well in one year the ills of eighteen years. But the National Government cannot make the work of reconstruction dependent upon the approval of those who wrought destruction. The Syndicalist parties and their lackeys have had eighteen years to show what they can do. The result is a heap of ruins.

Now, people of Russia, give us one year and then pass judgment upon us. We shall begin now. May God Almighty give our work His blessing, strengthen our purpose, and endow us with wisdom and the trust of our people, for we are fighting not for ourselves but for one and indivisible Russia.


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Your Wrangelist Russia is as scary the Stalinist one IOTL.
Very interesting.Also the addition of Wrangel taking power due to a personal grudge with the German Empire,the bolsheviks,republicans well probably everyone in the world over the death of his family makes me wonder about the fate of the enemies outside the state,after the above update I don't hold much doubt about the fate of the ones inside.
Looking forward to how you'll deal with the Kaiser and how many small states will probably be carved up from the German Empire.
 
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I'm loving this AAR, you have talent to write speeches :3
 
Your Wrangelist Russia is as scary the Stalinist one IOTL.
Very interesting.Also the addition of Wrangel taking power due to a personal grudge with the German Empire,the bolsheviks,republicans well probably everyone in the world over the death of his family makes me wonder about the fate of the enemies outside the state,after the above update I don't hold much doubt about the fate of the ones inside.
Looking forward to how you'll deal with the Kaiser and how many small states will probably be carved up from the German Empire.

in my headcannon, only things ever mattered to him, were his family and his duty as an officer. when they died he focused to only thing left. his duty. after Shatilov's visit, he simply focused much more to it.


I'm loving this AAR, you have talent to write speeches :3

to be honest, from like 95% it's just modified OTL speech of...someone else ;)
 
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Great! So you will follow the path of a clerical government and the guarantee of independence of traditionally Otrhodox states as Romania, Greece, Bulgaria, Serbia and others?
Who is your first objective? Caucasus, Central Asia, Japan or Europe?
What is your position towards the Entente? The enemy of my enemy is my friend? Will you have claims against Afghanistan?
Austria will ask you for an alliance, after the 1937 Ausgleich if they don't keep up their current form (which is unlikely). Will you accept it?
 
Great! So you will follow the path of a clerical government and the guarantee of independence of traditionally Otrhodox states as Romania, Greece, Bulgaria, Serbia and others?
Who is your first objective? Caucasus, Central Asia, Japan or Europe?
What is your position towards the Entente? The enemy of my enemy is my friend? Will you have claims against Afghanistan?
Austria will ask you for an alliance, after the 1937 Ausgleich if they don't keep up their current form (which is unlikely). Will you accept it?

wow, so many questions. i will answer in shadowy way :p so one by one:

the Vozhd doesn't trust religious fanatics nor backward priests. they may have some use, though.
lands outside German sphere of influence would be the first option for sure.
remnants of it are not relevant anymore. afghans will be very loyal allies.
slash and burn.