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That was my original intention when I started to write the AAR, yes. Then I compared the respective benefits of Administrative Republic and Republican Dictatorship, and decided that the office of Imperator and Dictator is a temporary one that does not destroy the ordinary functions of the Republic. The Komnenoi are great ones for adopting the best bits of Roman and Greek history, and keep the story of Cincinnatus firmly in mind.
Besides, as Ike points out, for public relations purposes I could have the government form Puppy-and-Kitten Tusslefight and still be treated like the Third Reich.
A Phoenix
For over a century Khmer has been under the protection of the powerful Croatia. Croatia has been very helpful to Khmer, it has provided money and protection from Khmer's enemies' Malaya, Tibet and Qin. On the other hand Croatia also dragged Khmer into its dreadful World war. Without Croatia, Khmer would probably be now divided between Malaya and Qin. During these years Khmer was one of the most poor countries in the world. It was the runt of the world, so to speak. The epitome of poverty. It was, in some times, in need of charity from richer countries such as the USA and Ethiopia.
In the mid 17th century Khmer was in crisis. Malaya was advancing on Khmer. All of Khmer's soldiers had been killed by the treacherous Malayan troops. The whole country was exhausted by the war and had began to despair for their future freedom. The capital, Rachabachi, was under Malayan control on and off throughout the war. Croatian intervention prevented Malayan advance past Rachabachi for the first year or so of the year. After that first year Croatia's less tactical and strategic ruler managed to get most of the intervention troops killed. Despite this failure, Catalonian intervention was able to prevent Malayan success and a white peace was signed.
After being pushed to the brink of destruction, Khmer was safe again risen from the dead, like a Phoenix. Croatia was forced to release Khmer from its protection. Although protection was valuable, very valuable, Khmer was happy to be free. Now it could play its part in the scene of international politics. It quickly allied itself with the rich USA. As well as protection the USA offered much money to help develop Khmer's fragile economy. Khmer instantly began to build lots of important manufacturies and recruitment camps. It used the excess to money to rebuild its army. It built an army enormous on a Khmer scale but tiny compared to the million man army of Russia.
Not even five years after Khmer was mercifully spared from Malaya's blade, its arch enemy was now in a position similar to Khmer's. Its enemies had gathered against it and sunk its fleet. Without its wooden wall Malaya was subject to invasion from its enemies alliance. Khmer watched as Malaya's enemies converged to attack a country. It was reminded of the fates of other countries in this situation. Gujarat was divided between mainly the Africans, Japan was overwhelmed by Malaya's power and Tibet was subjected to a coalition of Asian nations. Looking at Malaya in this situation, it was on everyone's mind. What will be the fate of Malaya? Will it come back from the brink of destruction as Khmer did? Or will he be destroyed by his enemies? On his own, his fate is set in stone. If his friends come in his time of need, he may prevail and take revenge upon his aggressors. Stay tuned to find out the fate of Malaya. :happy:
The Socialist Alliance
Malaya Leader:
Persia Leader:
Qin Leader:
Punjab Leader:
Mongol Leader:
Novgorod Leader:
Bengal Leader:
Neutral/Neutral:
USA Leader:
England Leader:
Bavaria Leader:
Croatian Leader:
Malayan wiew on Treaties:
If u sign a NAP then if you dont add into it that the NAP should allow certain things for example: Military Acess to an Enemy, Usage of Spies, Embargoes, Information sharing, Buying People to attack the target u got a NAP with, Supplying Cash or Rebel Control to people fighting the Target u got a NAP with. These kind of things are included in the word NAP its not a way to say just becuse evry action is not detailed doesnt mean its allowed.
From now on even using the word NAP or signing a NAP with Malaya include these things if u want to do either of these things you have to say so outright.
On Defensive Alliances with Malaya: Its not okay to enter a Defensive Alliance then to Seperate peace, Its not either allowed to just send token forces into the fight. If you Honour a Defensive Alliance you are suposed to fight with the full might of ure country not just use token forces.
Examples of where DAs has been exploited: The Catalunya-Bavarian DA. Catalunya at the most sent 100k in Europe but with his economy and forcelimits he could have easily supplied up to 500-600k troops in the european front, Therefor Losing Bavaria all his land. this is not Okay in Malayas books if u sign a DA u fight not use token Forces.
Ingame Alliances without an agreement: Means nothing its totally okay to seperate peace same with garantees or warnings.
The Meaning of Ure Word: If u agree to something if its by PMs Ingame or by MSN ure usualy bound by it. Only out u got if ure very vague about ure answers to say joining an Offensive war saying for example I might join or Maybe this is not a YES. But saying Yes i will join a war and say u will fight the war togheter this kind of agreement usualy doesnt allow u to seperate Peace out. And if u want to Seperate peace u have to talk and agree on that but if ure partner doesnt want u to, U Stay in the War.
From now on even using the word NAP or signing a NAP with Malaya include these things if u want to do either of these things you have to say so outright.
On Defensive Alliances with Malaya: Its not okay to enter a Defensive Alliance then to Seperate peace, Its not either allowed to just send token forces into the fight. If you Honour a Defensive Alliance you are suposed to fight with the full might of ure country not just use token forces.
Examples of where DAs has been exploited: The Catalunya-Bavarian DA. Catalunya at the most sent 100k in Europe but with his economy and forcelimits he could have easily supplied up to 500-600k troops in the european front, Therefor Losing Bavaria all his land. this is not Okay in Malayas books if u sign a DA u fight not use token Forces.
Ingame Alliances without an agreement: Means nothing its totally okay to seperate peace same with garantees or warnings.
The Meaning of Ure Word: If u agree to something if its by PMs Ingame or by MSN ure usualy bound by it. Only out u got if ure very vague about ure answers to say joining an Offensive war saying for example I might join or Maybe this is not a YES. But saying Yes i will join a war and say u will fight the war togheter this kind of agreement usualy doesnt allow u to seperate Peace out. And if u want to Seperate peace u have to talk and agree on that but if ure partner doesnt want u to, U Stay in the War.
PS: The Enemy Alliance Pictures where to Vile to be posted on Paradox
remember this thread is AAR related posts not a discussion of the game itself and not for attacks on other players ... if you are in doubt about where a post fits use the MP thread
Full Circle
May 12th, 1655
Ortai tribal lands, east of the Urals
Afternoon
It wasn't customary for men nearing seventy to ride with the armies; but Achilles was, after all, Dictator, with twelve men carrying literal fasces for summary execution of anyone who displeased him, and so his will had triumphed. Now at last they neared his actual goal, the meeting for which the "need to direct the armies from close at hand" was a cover; and he found that he had no idea what he was going to say. It had been fifty years since he rode two horses to death, fleeing the vengeance of the Ortai for the murder of the Czar's envoy; the boy of seventeen who had been disowned by his State and his parents for that deed was as dead as if the tribesmen had caught him. And yet, the boy's white-hot rage at betrayal had become the passion and fixed purpose of the man. If not for that ancient murder and the soiled acts of statecraft that had led to it, Achilles would not have climbed to the pinnacle of the Roman state, and would not have led the armies of Rome west in an effort to appease the ghost of the boy he had been. He almost had to laugh at himself: Half a million armoured kataphrakts and auxiliaries were on the move, tens of thousands of tons of iron and horseflesh, and why? Because as a teenager he had disagreed with something his father had done!
They crossed a tiny swell in the land and came into sight of the Ortai camp. Achilles did a quick count-and-multiply, and frowned; only five hundred tents? The Ortai had numbered well over six thousand when he last spoke to their chief - but then, much could happen in five decades of Russian rule. They were alert, though; pickets rode to meet Achilles's party, and he could see saddled mares in the camp. It wasn't possible to surprise a nomad tribe over the open steppe, at least when the weather was reasonably clear. The Ortai were ready to fight, as hopeless as it would be for them.
Achilles held up his hand, and his escort stopped and stabbed their lances into the ground in formal politeness; it wasn't done to keep riding towards an encampment that had sent men to greet you. When the pickets had reached conversational range, he drew a breath and spoke, not in Greek but in the Turkic koine that was the common language of the steppes: "I am Achilles, son of Peleus. I would have speech with Bakhyt, who was chief of the Ortai when I last met him, if he yet lives."
"Bakhyt lives, but his grandson is chief." Achilles nodded; it was Ortai custom for chiefs to retire when their sons reached manhood. "You are well known to the Ortai, Achilles son of Peleus, and not welcome in our camp. Wait here, then, and I will ask whether Bakhyt will speak with you." Achilles pressed his lips together, but nodded again. He could force his way in, and the Ortai must know it; but they were proud men, and did not give hospitality lightly, especially not for the mere threat of death. Besides, he had come to right a wrong, not to commit another; he would have to swallow the insult.
He waited patiently in the hot May sun, not yet strong enough to threaten heatstroke, as it would in high summer, but pleasant for old bones. At last men again rode out from the camp; reaching the Roman party, their leader spoke without ceremony.
"I have come as you requested, Roman. Speak, then."
The words came to him without forethought: "Once you asked me, `Where are the kataphrakts?', and I had no answer for you. It took me a while to find them. But I have brought the kataphrakts to ride against the Czar, as you desired, in accordance with the ancient treaty between our peoples."
Bakhyt stared incredulously. The years had not been kind to him; most tribesmen had an ageless look from their twentieth year to their deaths, sturdy weathered frames that neither storm nor sun could bend; but Bakhyt was unambiguously old, with hunched shoulders and thin arms. He might not see another spring. But the black eyes were still penetrating, and Achilles had to make an effort to meet them steadily, until at length Bakhyt threw back his head and laughed.
"Do you think," he asked when he had got his breath back, "that the world revolves around you? It's been fifty years, man! It's all wind over the steppe, now. The Ortai have been subjects of the Czar for five decades; you can't repair that now!"
Achilles shrugged. "Indeed, what's past is past. But tell me this: Have you prospered, then, under the Czar? You had more tents than this, when last we spoke. Better horses, too. Have the Cossacks left you alone, since you gave bread and salt to their lord?"
Bakhyt spat. "Of course not. Do you take me for a fool? It wasn't because I thought the Czar a loyal overlord that I took his oath; it was because all my other choices were worse. The Ortai are grain between two stones; the Roman grinds as fine as the Russian. So you've brought the kataphrakts to grind us finer yet; what is that to me? I am no chief to the Ortai, and no friend of yours. Speak to my grandson of fealty and loyalty and treaty, if you will; but leave me alone."
Achilles sighed. "Very well; let it be as you say. I have done what I could. Bring me the chief of the Ortai, then; and we shall speak of how treaties may be renewed, and vengeance against the Ural Cossacks."
They were riding away with the newly-signed treaty when Ajax, Achilles's son, spoke for the first time. "You don't seem dissatisfied, Father. But you hardly needed to come here in person for a treaty with a minor tribe like the Ortai. Did you get what you wanted from that old man, then? I saw him offer you only insult."
"Insult, yes; but also truth. He was right, you know: The Ortai are being ground to powder between the empires, like all the borderland tribes. So..." Achilles shrugged. "I'm not quite sure what I came for, really. Forgiveness? Friendship? Too much to hope for; and really, Bakhyt was never my friend, even in the days when I was the Komnenos spokesman to the Ortai. But I suppose in the end we should all be happy for a day that gives us a new insight."
"And what is the insight, then?"
"Better to be the grindstone, than the grain."
May 12th, 1655
Ortai tribal lands, east of the Urals
Afternoon
It wasn't customary for men nearing seventy to ride with the armies; but Achilles was, after all, Dictator, with twelve men carrying literal fasces for summary execution of anyone who displeased him, and so his will had triumphed. Now at last they neared his actual goal, the meeting for which the "need to direct the armies from close at hand" was a cover; and he found that he had no idea what he was going to say. It had been fifty years since he rode two horses to death, fleeing the vengeance of the Ortai for the murder of the Czar's envoy; the boy of seventeen who had been disowned by his State and his parents for that deed was as dead as if the tribesmen had caught him. And yet, the boy's white-hot rage at betrayal had become the passion and fixed purpose of the man. If not for that ancient murder and the soiled acts of statecraft that had led to it, Achilles would not have climbed to the pinnacle of the Roman state, and would not have led the armies of Rome west in an effort to appease the ghost of the boy he had been. He almost had to laugh at himself: Half a million armoured kataphrakts and auxiliaries were on the move, tens of thousands of tons of iron and horseflesh, and why? Because as a teenager he had disagreed with something his father had done!
They crossed a tiny swell in the land and came into sight of the Ortai camp. Achilles did a quick count-and-multiply, and frowned; only five hundred tents? The Ortai had numbered well over six thousand when he last spoke to their chief - but then, much could happen in five decades of Russian rule. They were alert, though; pickets rode to meet Achilles's party, and he could see saddled mares in the camp. It wasn't possible to surprise a nomad tribe over the open steppe, at least when the weather was reasonably clear. The Ortai were ready to fight, as hopeless as it would be for them.
Achilles held up his hand, and his escort stopped and stabbed their lances into the ground in formal politeness; it wasn't done to keep riding towards an encampment that had sent men to greet you. When the pickets had reached conversational range, he drew a breath and spoke, not in Greek but in the Turkic koine that was the common language of the steppes: "I am Achilles, son of Peleus. I would have speech with Bakhyt, who was chief of the Ortai when I last met him, if he yet lives."
"Bakhyt lives, but his grandson is chief." Achilles nodded; it was Ortai custom for chiefs to retire when their sons reached manhood. "You are well known to the Ortai, Achilles son of Peleus, and not welcome in our camp. Wait here, then, and I will ask whether Bakhyt will speak with you." Achilles pressed his lips together, but nodded again. He could force his way in, and the Ortai must know it; but they were proud men, and did not give hospitality lightly, especially not for the mere threat of death. Besides, he had come to right a wrong, not to commit another; he would have to swallow the insult.
He waited patiently in the hot May sun, not yet strong enough to threaten heatstroke, as it would in high summer, but pleasant for old bones. At last men again rode out from the camp; reaching the Roman party, their leader spoke without ceremony.
"I have come as you requested, Roman. Speak, then."
The words came to him without forethought: "Once you asked me, `Where are the kataphrakts?', and I had no answer for you. It took me a while to find them. But I have brought the kataphrakts to ride against the Czar, as you desired, in accordance with the ancient treaty between our peoples."
Bakhyt stared incredulously. The years had not been kind to him; most tribesmen had an ageless look from their twentieth year to their deaths, sturdy weathered frames that neither storm nor sun could bend; but Bakhyt was unambiguously old, with hunched shoulders and thin arms. He might not see another spring. But the black eyes were still penetrating, and Achilles had to make an effort to meet them steadily, until at length Bakhyt threw back his head and laughed.
"Do you think," he asked when he had got his breath back, "that the world revolves around you? It's been fifty years, man! It's all wind over the steppe, now. The Ortai have been subjects of the Czar for five decades; you can't repair that now!"
Achilles shrugged. "Indeed, what's past is past. But tell me this: Have you prospered, then, under the Czar? You had more tents than this, when last we spoke. Better horses, too. Have the Cossacks left you alone, since you gave bread and salt to their lord?"
Bakhyt spat. "Of course not. Do you take me for a fool? It wasn't because I thought the Czar a loyal overlord that I took his oath; it was because all my other choices were worse. The Ortai are grain between two stones; the Roman grinds as fine as the Russian. So you've brought the kataphrakts to grind us finer yet; what is that to me? I am no chief to the Ortai, and no friend of yours. Speak to my grandson of fealty and loyalty and treaty, if you will; but leave me alone."
Achilles sighed. "Very well; let it be as you say. I have done what I could. Bring me the chief of the Ortai, then; and we shall speak of how treaties may be renewed, and vengeance against the Ural Cossacks."
They were riding away with the newly-signed treaty when Ajax, Achilles's son, spoke for the first time. "You don't seem dissatisfied, Father. But you hardly needed to come here in person for a treaty with a minor tribe like the Ortai. Did you get what you wanted from that old man, then? I saw him offer you only insult."
"Insult, yes; but also truth. He was right, you know: The Ortai are being ground to powder between the empires, like all the borderland tribes. So..." Achilles shrugged. "I'm not quite sure what I came for, really. Forgiveness? Friendship? Too much to hope for; and really, Bakhyt was never my friend, even in the days when I was the Komnenos spokesman to the Ortai. But I suppose in the end we should all be happy for a day that gives us a new insight."
"And what is the insight, then?"
"Better to be the grindstone, than the grain."
Remember folks, I will be live streaming my Let's Play of the current session starting at 9:50 AM at Here at Justin/Twitch TV and will be providing running commentary of events as they unfold LIVE!!!! So be sure to be there in order to get in on the action.
I will be streaming at some compromise resolution where hopefully text from my private communications is unreadable ^_^
I will be streaming at some compromise resolution where hopefully text from my private communications is unreadable ^_^
A List of Emperors, Part II
Iyasu I (1500-1519)
Iyasu I's most notable act was his refusal to westernize the nation. Due to his lack of interest in the administrative details of the realm and enthusiasm for military adventure, his advisors were able to convince the Emperor to go and wage war in the jungles of Malaya. The Emperor died on campaign; to this day it is still rumored that it was Malayan ninjas who assassinated him, as he relaxed on a sunny tropical beach in Occupied Sumatra, although the official story is that the Emperor succumbed to tropical disease.
During Iyasu's reign the islands off Africa were colonized, although the effort was of little interest to the Emperor himself and mainly driven by powerful mercantile interests with influence in the Imperial Court. Sugar and grain were grown to be shipped to the burgeoning cities of the Indian Ocean Coast, which (especially in the desertified north) did not produce enough foodstuffs to sustain themselves locally.
Lebna Dengel I (1519-1573)
One of the longest-lived of Ethiopian emperors, and also one of the most controversial. Lebna Dengel I forswore the direct involvement in the Malayan war that his predecessor had relished, and attempted to bring the war to a compromise peace with remonstrations with his allies. The Spanish and Japanese emperors did eventually concede to a lesser peace than had been planned. However, Lebna Dengel's next move is widely considered his most controversial; in the period immediately following the peace he advised the Japanese Emperor not to renew the war and destroy Malaya whilst it lay supine, lest a precedent should be set that great nations be destroyed after losing one conflict.
Many of later generations would say that despite the Emperor's administrative genius, this was a great diplomatic blunder, as Malaya recovered swiftly, and when it took its revenge on Japan there was no such mercy shown. Others claim that the Emperor was right to exercise such diplomatic restraint, even though Malaya later grew to be Ethiopia's greatest enemy and showed no appreciation for the intercession. Regardless, it was also during the Emperor's reign that the Japanese Empire was destroyed by a resurgent Malaya.
Lebna Dengel I also led Ethiopia to war with Persia, angered by Persian disregard of the former border treaties in Arabia that had specified Oman remain independent and part of the Ethiopian sphere. The war with Persia was ended upon light demands, that Persia cede two provinces and recognize the border treaties, but (excepting the brief war of the Shahanshah's madness) it would prove to be the first of many. The Persians nursed long grudges, and a permanent peace in Arabia would prove elusive despite the efforts of later Ethiopian diplomats. Nor have all wars with Persia been victories, a fact that garners Lebna Dengel's policies a great deal of controversy.
Lebna Dengel is also remembered for lending state support to the fledgling colonization efforts in Australia, turning a few scattered whaling outposts into a thriving, though still small agricultural colony, and for preparing expeditions to New Italianopolis,* where although many colonists were eaten by the native cannibals Ethiopian government was, after long travails, finally firmly established.
*New Zealand for the peanuts
Iyasu I (1500-1519)
Iyasu I's most notable act was his refusal to westernize the nation. Due to his lack of interest in the administrative details of the realm and enthusiasm for military adventure, his advisors were able to convince the Emperor to go and wage war in the jungles of Malaya. The Emperor died on campaign; to this day it is still rumored that it was Malayan ninjas who assassinated him, as he relaxed on a sunny tropical beach in Occupied Sumatra, although the official story is that the Emperor succumbed to tropical disease.
During Iyasu's reign the islands off Africa were colonized, although the effort was of little interest to the Emperor himself and mainly driven by powerful mercantile interests with influence in the Imperial Court. Sugar and grain were grown to be shipped to the burgeoning cities of the Indian Ocean Coast, which (especially in the desertified north) did not produce enough foodstuffs to sustain themselves locally.
Lebna Dengel I (1519-1573)
One of the longest-lived of Ethiopian emperors, and also one of the most controversial. Lebna Dengel I forswore the direct involvement in the Malayan war that his predecessor had relished, and attempted to bring the war to a compromise peace with remonstrations with his allies. The Spanish and Japanese emperors did eventually concede to a lesser peace than had been planned. However, Lebna Dengel's next move is widely considered his most controversial; in the period immediately following the peace he advised the Japanese Emperor not to renew the war and destroy Malaya whilst it lay supine, lest a precedent should be set that great nations be destroyed after losing one conflict.
Many of later generations would say that despite the Emperor's administrative genius, this was a great diplomatic blunder, as Malaya recovered swiftly, and when it took its revenge on Japan there was no such mercy shown. Others claim that the Emperor was right to exercise such diplomatic restraint, even though Malaya later grew to be Ethiopia's greatest enemy and showed no appreciation for the intercession. Regardless, it was also during the Emperor's reign that the Japanese Empire was destroyed by a resurgent Malaya.
Lebna Dengel I also led Ethiopia to war with Persia, angered by Persian disregard of the former border treaties in Arabia that had specified Oman remain independent and part of the Ethiopian sphere. The war with Persia was ended upon light demands, that Persia cede two provinces and recognize the border treaties, but (excepting the brief war of the Shahanshah's madness) it would prove to be the first of many. The Persians nursed long grudges, and a permanent peace in Arabia would prove elusive despite the efforts of later Ethiopian diplomats. Nor have all wars with Persia been victories, a fact that garners Lebna Dengel's policies a great deal of controversy.
Lebna Dengel is also remembered for lending state support to the fledgling colonization efforts in Australia, turning a few scattered whaling outposts into a thriving, though still small agricultural colony, and for preparing expeditions to New Italianopolis,* where although many colonists were eaten by the native cannibals Ethiopian government was, after long travails, finally firmly established.
*New Zealand for the peanuts
Speech of the Caliph
Alexandria, Egypt
Grand Square
Caliph Nedim had returned from Sheena Island but something had changed him. Something had happened in Sheena Island that had showed him the true evil that was controlling this world, turning Africans against Lulzs and vice versa. That is why he had issued this day to be a free day for everyone in the name of peace and freedom. That is why the people had come to the Grand Square to hear the Caliph's speech. Nedim was wearing simple cloths not the usual robe of the Caliph but clothing that a common man would wear. He stepped out to the balcony and started.
"I'm sorry but I don't want to be an Caliph, that's not my business. I don't want to rule or conquer anyone. I should like to help everyone if possible, Arab, Christian, black man, white, yellow. We all want to help one another, human beings are like that. We all want to live by each other's happiness, not by each other's misery. We don't want to hate and despise one another. In this world there is room for everyone and the earth is rich and can provide for everyone.
The way of life can be free and beautiful. But we have lost the way.
Lulz has poisoned men's souls, has barricaded the world with hate;
has sailed us into misery and bloodshed.
We have developed speed but we have shut ourselves in:
Alliances that gives abundance has left us in want.
Our knowledge has made us cynical,
our cleverness hard and unkind.
We think too much and feel too little:
More than lulz we need humanity;
More than alliances we need kindness and gentleness.
Without these qualities, life will be violent and all will be lost.
The big ships and the skill of writing have brought us closer together. The very nature of these inventions cries out for the goodness in men, cries out for universal brotherhood for the unity of us all. Even now my voice is reaching millions throughout the world, millions of despairing men, women and little children, victims of a system that makes men torture and imprison innocent people. To those who can hear me I say "Do not despair".
The misery that is now upon us is but the passing of lulz, the bitterness of men who fear the way of game progress: the hate of men will pass and dictators die and the power they took from the people, will return to the people and so long as men die liberty will never perish. . .
Soldiers: don't give yourselves to brutes, men who despise you and enslave you, who regiment your lives, tell you what to do, what to think and what to feel, who drill you, diet you, treat you as cattle, as cannon fodder.
Don't give yourselves to these unnatural men, lulz men, with lulz minds and lulz hearts. You are not lulz. You are not cattle. You are men. You have the love of humanity in your hearts. You don't hate, only the unloved hate. Only the unloved and the unnatural. Soldiers: don't fight for slavery, fight for liberty.
In the seventeenth chapter of Prophet Mohammed it is written:
"The kingdom of God is within man"
Not one man, nor a group of men, but in all men; in you, the people.
You the people have the power, the power to create lulz, the power to create happiness. You the people have the power to make life free and beautiful, to make this life a wonderful adventure. Then in the name of democracy let's use that power, let us all unite. Let us fight for a new world, a decent world that will give men a chance to work, that will give you the future and old age and security. By the promise of these things, brutes have risen to power, but they lie. They do not fulfil their promise, they never will. Dictators free themselves but they enslave the people. Now let us fight to fulfil that promise. Let us fight to free the world, to do away with national barriers, do away with greed, with hate and intolerance. Let us fight for a world of reason, a world where science and progress will lead to all men's happiness.
Soldiers! In the name of democracy, let us all unite!"
The whole square full of people exploded in to applauses and hurrah shouts. Nedim knew that even though this speech had given his people hope and better understanding it would not be enough as there was evil on foot, an evil that would destroy what the Egyptians had build during. An evil that had been there from the start but had now consumed too many souls and made them fight each others. And Egypts only hope of survival of this storm was Morso, it only could save them but the events in Sheena Island had forced Nedim to do something he now regretted. If only he would have left the Morso leave the island the evil would be destroyed. But now Nedims only hope was to prepare his people to protect their homes and their lands from this evil even if it meant that they would die in the progress but the Egyptians were ready for that.
Qin, and Persia have entered the war in support of defending Malaysia from the vicious attack by the african and catalunyan alliance. Qinese troops marches from their positions in Persia through the gateway blasted open by the brave and couragous Persian shock troopers. About 200,000 Qin Expeditionary forces known as the "Army of Afrika" advanced 500 miles across africa encountering only light resistance until finally we caught up to the primary Tripolitan army group in Tripoli itself.
It was a fight of 44,000 Libyans versus 59,001 Qinese troops. 6 corps versus 9 corps.
Tripoli had reacted with insufficient haste to the oncoming advance of the Qinese spearheads and were slow to organize and react.
Tripolitan forces sent their 2 cavalry corps forth to engage and check the incoming Qin cavalry zergrush.
Meanwhile in the north 3rd, 13th, 9th, and 15th infantry corps rushed to occupy the highlands that I conviently decided would be there; highground in hand the Qin advance was forced to halt in order to take stock of the situation. In the south Qin heavy cavalry engaged Tripolitan "Trippin'" Camel Corps in combat.
Camels are better suited for desert combat with better endurance but were little match to Qin warhorses and their dragoon riders whose revolutionary new carbine design allowed them to maintain ongoing fire on the move while the Tripolitans could not. General Omar Ali'shief was forced to disengage and begin an orderly withdrawal towards the hilly sand dunes.
Spooked, General Barack Edine'li ordered a charge on the Qin positions hoping that his forces valour would win the day.
Without the fortifications and the high ground providing shelter from superior Qin firepower, Qinese platoon fusilade tactics allowing them to fire 4 rounds a minute keeping a constant rain of bullet at anyone time at the enemy withered most of the assaults steam before lead elements finally reached Qin lines.
The Qin were trained for modern warfare withonly an bayonete as a personel weapon in which to face the onslaught (except officers with their broadswords) and for a moment it looks like the line may break. But lacking enough substance to the charge it petered out and the Tripolitan forces were chased past their positions who the Qin gleefully occupied.
In the south using the terrain where the camels had zero difficulty traversing but the Qin horses couldn't easily navigate managed to stay ahead of their pursuers and deal severe damage on the oncoming Qin cavalry who often had to dismount in order to meet the threat.
Reinforcements from the neighbouring province arrived to aid Tripoli and shore up the line.
Tripolitan forces attempt to regroup and hold the line but are assaulted quickly by reserve Qin forces while the front line troops are rotated to the rear. Advance in the south stalls. Tripoli is forced to withdraw to reserve and woefully incomplete fortifications further back, old ruins mostly from over 400 years ago.
3rd corps makes a desperate lunge at the Qinese to halt their advance, their sacrifice shall not be in vain General Barack states to his aides and bids them farewell.
Qin troops losing steam are momentarily checked at this line of fortifications. Intelligence reports and maps list them as "light" fortifications and as such overestimated their completion and effectiveness, advance halts as the Qin move to repulse 3rd corps counter attack and bottle them up in the forward fort zone.
3rd corps is surrounded but accidently on "paper" makes it looks like there are Tripolitan forces in position to pincer the Qin advance, overestimating them the Qin adopt a cautious approach buying Tripoli time.
While Qin generals debate the situation Tripoli seizes the initiative and launched a counter attack by sea, sending elements of the 1st Marine division to relieve 3rd corps springing them from the encirclement, forcing the Qin troops to back off.
General Cao Tzu Minh orders the advance to resume in order to salvage the situation. To his surprise the Tripolitan forces break and retreat after a short skirmish, he orders a rear guard force to cover the Tripolitan marines and force them into the sea and resumes the advance.
In the south the hardiness gained from the Qin 4000 li advance from China to fight in africa shows itself as they inevitably force out the Tripolitan camel corps.
Tripolitan forces make their last stand at the fortress at Tripoli. Their cavalry in the south are forced from the dunes and retreats to cover Tripoli itself. The Marines and the remains of 3rd corps are forced to retreat out to sea with plans to regroup in the city of Tripoli.
Qin forces the fight in urban combat, a speciality of Qin troops and their heavy armament they brought via ox wagon trains from China easily break the walls of the city and the outskirts fortifications and storm it, leaving a deliberate opening in the siege the Tripolitan forces escape the city and with the cavalry making a last ditch effort successfully check the Qin from slaughtering them outside the city.
Qin forces further east slowly move to relieve the seiging forces at Tripoli, and the Qin Army of Afrika moves to pursue the Tripolitan forces into Tunis.
Conclusion: Qin forces were successful mostly from remembering the lessons of the Qin-Bavarian war where they learned the merits of firepower.
It was a fight of 44,000 Libyans versus 59,001 Qinese troops. 6 corps versus 9 corps.
Tripoli had reacted with insufficient haste to the oncoming advance of the Qinese spearheads and were slow to organize and react.
Tripolitan forces sent their 2 cavalry corps forth to engage and check the incoming Qin cavalry zergrush.
Meanwhile in the north 3rd, 13th, 9th, and 15th infantry corps rushed to occupy the highlands that I conviently decided would be there; highground in hand the Qin advance was forced to halt in order to take stock of the situation. In the south Qin heavy cavalry engaged Tripolitan "Trippin'" Camel Corps in combat.
Camels are better suited for desert combat with better endurance but were little match to Qin warhorses and their dragoon riders whose revolutionary new carbine design allowed them to maintain ongoing fire on the move while the Tripolitans could not. General Omar Ali'shief was forced to disengage and begin an orderly withdrawal towards the hilly sand dunes.
Spooked, General Barack Edine'li ordered a charge on the Qin positions hoping that his forces valour would win the day.
Without the fortifications and the high ground providing shelter from superior Qin firepower, Qinese platoon fusilade tactics allowing them to fire 4 rounds a minute keeping a constant rain of bullet at anyone time at the enemy withered most of the assaults steam before lead elements finally reached Qin lines.
The Qin were trained for modern warfare withonly an bayonete as a personel weapon in which to face the onslaught (except officers with their broadswords) and for a moment it looks like the line may break. But lacking enough substance to the charge it petered out and the Tripolitan forces were chased past their positions who the Qin gleefully occupied.
In the south using the terrain where the camels had zero difficulty traversing but the Qin horses couldn't easily navigate managed to stay ahead of their pursuers and deal severe damage on the oncoming Qin cavalry who often had to dismount in order to meet the threat.
Reinforcements from the neighbouring province arrived to aid Tripoli and shore up the line.
Tripolitan forces attempt to regroup and hold the line but are assaulted quickly by reserve Qin forces while the front line troops are rotated to the rear. Advance in the south stalls. Tripoli is forced to withdraw to reserve and woefully incomplete fortifications further back, old ruins mostly from over 400 years ago.
3rd corps makes a desperate lunge at the Qinese to halt their advance, their sacrifice shall not be in vain General Barack states to his aides and bids them farewell.
Qin troops losing steam are momentarily checked at this line of fortifications. Intelligence reports and maps list them as "light" fortifications and as such overestimated their completion and effectiveness, advance halts as the Qin move to repulse 3rd corps counter attack and bottle them up in the forward fort zone.
3rd corps is surrounded but accidently on "paper" makes it looks like there are Tripolitan forces in position to pincer the Qin advance, overestimating them the Qin adopt a cautious approach buying Tripoli time.
While Qin generals debate the situation Tripoli seizes the initiative and launched a counter attack by sea, sending elements of the 1st Marine division to relieve 3rd corps springing them from the encirclement, forcing the Qin troops to back off.
General Cao Tzu Minh orders the advance to resume in order to salvage the situation. To his surprise the Tripolitan forces break and retreat after a short skirmish, he orders a rear guard force to cover the Tripolitan marines and force them into the sea and resumes the advance.
In the south the hardiness gained from the Qin 4000 li advance from China to fight in africa shows itself as they inevitably force out the Tripolitan camel corps.
Tripolitan forces make their last stand at the fortress at Tripoli. Their cavalry in the south are forced from the dunes and retreats to cover Tripoli itself. The Marines and the remains of 3rd corps are forced to retreat out to sea with plans to regroup in the city of Tripoli.
Qin forces the fight in urban combat, a speciality of Qin troops and their heavy armament they brought via ox wagon trains from China easily break the walls of the city and the outskirts fortifications and storm it, leaving a deliberate opening in the siege the Tripolitan forces escape the city and with the cavalry making a last ditch effort successfully check the Qin from slaughtering them outside the city.
Qin forces further east slowly move to relieve the seiging forces at Tripoli, and the Qin Army of Afrika moves to pursue the Tripolitan forces into Tunis.
Conclusion: Qin forces were successful mostly from remembering the lessons of the Qin-Bavarian war where they learned the merits of firepower.
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I dont know why not, if I copy and paste them in they work just fine.
Bavaria; bringing advancement to the rest of the world through superior firepower.
I wanted to write more but was in a hurry, but that, and logistical lessons from the war before versus jodokus.
4 shots a minute?! Dude, elite British infantry during the Napoleonic war struggled to deliver 3. We are presumably a bit ahead of time, not that muzzle-loading smoothbores changed noticeably between 1700 and 1820, but not that much. Unless maybe you mean a system of alternating ranks firing, so that it's four bullets per minute per two men?
The Sharpe novels implied 5 was possible for some units..... But sure why not.
Or have it so that every soldier has a spare rifle that they swap to.
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