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It's a combination of two things: free market vs central planning making upgrades for central planning more expensive in general, and some hidden tweaks AOD made to the nuts and bolts of the upgrading mechanics which tend to make infantry upgrades lag behind other types of unit.
Indeed, the production AI is currently going through my militia. 
When I have a moment I'll go through them and turn off the upgrades. Although admittedly the '43 MIL are quite good. Still, that can't be the priority now; by construction, anywhere guarded by MIL is low priority. If it were high priority I'd have put INF there.
When I have a moment I'll go through them and turn off the upgrades. Although admittedly the '43 MIL are quite good. Still, that can't be the priority now; by construction, anywhere guarded by MIL is low priority. If it were high priority I'd have put INF there.
Don't let Japan fool you. The ceasefire will be broken as soon as he has troops in position. Let the Californians and Catalonians break him after you've kicked him off the continent.
no...unless we manage to annex germany, rerelase it for someone more pro-african player and that would join our ultimate eurasia vs. america crusade with nukes...
but with current players its not going to ever happen, I can bet 100 € real life money for it safely.
You have nukes already?
Also, why couldn't they fight? It would be an interesting war and the winner would probably rule the world since nobody is as strong as them?
Can someone post the losses screenshots? I want to know battle casualties for each nation.
Also, why couldn't they fight? It would be an interesting war and the winner would probably rule the world since nobody is as strong as them?
Can someone post the losses screenshots? I want to know battle casualties for each nation.
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The Empire of the Volga – XIII
The Germans had made a sweep through this sector behind the lines recently, looking for partisans and other hold outs to exterminate so that their supply lines would need to tie down so many troops that otherwise could fight at the front.
A German sweep, especially the ones that utilized a great deal of military resources like planes and light all terrain vehicles was a fearsome thing to be on the wrong end of. Thousands of partisans have likely died like rats at the hands of the coldly efficient and methodical German.
And the Germans were very thorough.
However sometimes the Germans stuck their dicks a little too far out and exposed even for their own fearsome military machine to protect. The Germans tended to prefer nice farms and forests that were cultivated carefully by expert hands for generations if not centuries.
Sometimes they went in dark deep places, and there they met their match.
It is there that they meet Kira Ivanova Mihaylov.
And it is then they meet their God.
Kira had undergone emergency crash course for paratrooper training, the most elite training in the whole dysfunctional Russian military and was to Kira's stunned amazement the only part that seemed to function at a level comparable to other more competent armies.
With the most basic training to jump out of a high attitude aeroplane without killing herself as a certainty she was sent behind German lines and skydived with several others.
She only had one mission,
To kill as many Germans as she had bullets and to keep making a nusiance until there were no more Germans to annoy.
It had happened astonishingly fast, one moment she was sipping tea with Misha in a crowded restaurant the next minute German long ranged bombers were dropping their payloads and Kira had been almost literally grabbed by GRU to get to do the Lord's work on behalf of the Motherland.
GRU had a special assignment in mind,
SMERSH.
“Death to Spies”, though with the sudden German invasion and the lack of support from the Afrikaners SMERSH found itself having to juggle several new roles in order to work desperately to defeat the Germans, and behind the lines mess making was now one of them.
Ivanova was now carefully feeling her way through the tinder brush and the pine trees of this Belorussian swamp. Every so often her army boots would cause the twigs to go snap underneath them.
Fanned out behind her in a loose 'partisan' irregular formation were several other partisans.
They made an odd bunch.
Some of them were old and seen too many winters while others had seen too few.
Some were veteran ground pounder strelots from the last war or even the war before that or the war before that!
There were always opportunists too... Like that one man who was a crook before the war with a warrant for his arrest, finding his skills now suddenly in demand to make his way around the newly armed 'police' who tended to shoot first for petty crimes and investigated it later.
Right now they had a simple mission in mind, the Germans had a supply dump of fuel nearby. It was hidden away in the trees where they hoped it would be hidden from the Russian Airforce.
They and another group circling around from the north were to attack it from two directions, get in quickly to set the fuel on fire and then bolt the hell out of there.
With the trees to begin to thin out with the fuel depot within site Kira waved her troops to spread out and make it harder for the enemy to spot them.
She took out her optics, she held them in her hands for a moment.
These were Misha's.
She didn't know where Misha was right now, ostensibly commanding a regiment bravely fighting the Germans in the steppes somewhere. She hoped he was okay.
Her sister though... She also didn't know where she was, originally posted on the Polish border, Misha was careful not to let either of them come into contact. Scuddlebut was that it was a grueling fighting retreat for what made up the 1st Guards barrel Army, its possible she's dead, captured, fighting as a partisan or anything.
Kira figured she won't ever find out.
“There it is.” She mentioned to her second in command, quietly just in case the wind carried her voice to within hearing distance.
“Da, Brother Partisan Leader. How should we proceed?” She asked. A scrawny farmer girl by the name of Kristina Rosdestvenski, sounds like some sort of crypto-jewish name. She was holding a submachine gun.
Kira herself had two weapons, an “storm rifle” with a single shot mode and a marksmen sight and a different sort of submachine gun. Kristina's was a big heavy thing that had a lot of bullets it could fire in a single burst, Kira's was a little more versatile.
“It's pretty standard I think, they have a fence around to deter thieves and some guard posts. Over there is probably the barracks and other there is the service station for supply trucks. We go in at the time we are supposed to, shoot some things and then exit. Simple am I right?” Kira spoke softly but earnestly, she wanted to encourage her troops, with the right combination of humor and ridiculousness. Of course it won't be that easy they will think, and they will fight harder because of that.
Kira looked at her watch.
It was time.
She pursed her lips and whistled two long notes and listened for the return two notes that told her the other force was in position.
“Alright, we go in for the motherland you fucking worthless sacks of patatoes! URRRRRAAAH!”
“Uuuuuraaaaaaaah! they all yelled in unison.
The mission relied a lot on stealth on approaching the depot, on attacking in the early hours of the morning when the shift taking over would be groggy from lack of sleep with the old shift now heavy as lead with exhaustion.
When the dim light made it difficult to see a gaggle of oddly moving shapes rapidly approaching in the distance.
The sentry on duty, had only just barely raised started to squint down his optics to see who was approaching when he got Kira's carefully aimed bullet right between the eyes.
Kira charged in at the forefront of her formation and was the first one jumping over the poorly placed barbed wire and dived behind a parked automobile.
Leaning around the edge she aimed and fired into the chest of German who was running towards the Barracks, he fell with a heavy thud his boots falling head of heel making him fly in a hilarious cartwheel of death.
It was amazing.
Not having to reload after every shot, if she wanted to she could fire her entire 28 round clip into someone's soft fleshy bits.
But she resisted the temptation, this gun was very accurate in the intermediate ranges, and would be a waste of ammunition and time to fire it blindly.
Instead she kept taking careful aim at Germans who were partially concealed or in part cover.
There cover was sufficient to protect them from some of the best aimed shots in her squad, of people with either rifles or submachine guns.
The submachine guns simply went wide while the rifles for various reasons simply couldn't be aimed that accurately at the poor targets the German extremities exposed of themselves.
But they weren't in good enough cover for her and her expertly crafted sights.
She ejected the clip and loaded in another one with a solid sounding sheleenk, making sure to cock it to clear the firing chamber.
Her squad was fully inside the depot now, the Germans were now effectively boxed in near their barracks, as her squad pinned them down Kira moved with another partisan named Ivan towards the fuel drums with their bags of incendiaries, switching her rifle to burst mode.
She ducked around a drum and found herself within ten feet of a German, with a quick burst he went down clutching his chest in agony.
Two more came around the corner, the first one's face exploded in a fine red mist by a lucky shot. The second one was cut down by Ivan handling his submachine pistol. Bullets put holes into the drums causing them to now leak profusely, this was so far a little easier than she thought it would be.
But where was the other squad? She should've found one of them by now...
Just as Kira and Ivan set to work setting up the explosives though she heard an awful sound that make her stomach twist in dread.
kerweringiweringiweringiweringi
The sounds of treads.
barrels had treads.
Making her way carefully though the fuel drums she made it in position to see what was making the awful noise.
It was a big boxy thing, with that very 'loose' style of tread suspension the Germans favored on their heavier tracked vehicles. It had a big boxy look to it with its turret towards the front with a nasty looking gun.
Kira swallowed hard, this was going to be a long day.
It made a great big bellowing noise as it fired its main cannon towards the woods and positions opposite of her squad.
Ah, they weren't annihilated yet. They were simply pinned down, without squad radios there was little ability for her to find out their status.
With Ivan covering her she made her way behind a large supply crate which could have been filled with anything.
Well it was worth a shot. She opened it.
Well well...
She picked up a long cylindrical tube that she had seen in her paratrooper training and slung it along her back, its weight meant dropping her rifle and keeping only the personal defence weapon.
She slowly crept along a communications trench, one likely meant to defend the supply depot in case of an attack and for training use. Right now it let he bypass the open and to keep out of direct sight of the barrel.
It fired its main cannon again, she didn't have much time. Another squad of Germans hopped into the trench not noticing her, she made short work of them and cut them down, again she ejected her magazine clip. While reloading a fourth German jumped in.
This time he aimed to take her out through brawling with her and aimed the butt of his rifle at her face, ducking shiftly she raised her legs to force him to tumble unbalanced up and behind her. Taking advantage of his predictament she catlike scrambled back to her hands and feet and aimed her gun and pulled the trigger.
click empty.
She dropped the weapon and pulled out her knife and lunged.
He attempted to sneak his arm up to catch her knife arm under the hand while shifting his free hand towards he throat but she was able to deftly pull back and instead slashed out, taking out half of his fingers on the out reaching hand.
She raised her leg now and kicked. Hard. Her combat boots crunching the German's remaining hand and forced him to spin backwards landing on his back helplessly.
She quickly leaned down onto her leg and knee using the momentum to quickly stab into the German's torso, leaving the knife embedded in his chest she spun around and ran with everything she had, not stopping to breath.
No plan, no backup, no weapons worth a damn she jumped now out of the other end of the communications trench behind a tool shed and around it.
Directly behind the German barrel, which she vaguely remembered the Germans liked to call “panzers”.
She got down to her knees and pulled the tube from her back, it was an anti tank disposable anti tank weapon.
She carefully laid it across her good shoulder, the one she used for aiming a rifle.
She took careful aim.
The Panzer crew must have been warned of her, for its turret was slowly turning in her direction. That the tank itself wasn't taking the time to spin mean it must have been manned by a skeleton crew, maybe a gunner acting as a commander and radioman and a driver doubling with loading duty and manning the bow machine gun.
But the tank was pointed away from her, and so they only had one weapon to aim at her in their clear panic.
Or maybe the barrel had just now broken down and couldn't turn? It is surprising for such a heavy vehicle to be this far behind the front lines, maybe it was here to be serviced?
She breathed in carefully, pulling the trigger.
A streak of orange flame left the tube, the jerk she felt was surprisingly without recoil and it nearly instantly made it to her target, striking the German panzer causing it to sprout flames and to cook off ammunition.
The crew bailed out, only to be fired at by her now embolden comrades who were no longer being pinned down by its monstrous gun.
“Urrrrrraaaaaah! Again came the chant.
Kira now sunk exhausted up against the shed, not daring to move, too tired to care.
Ivan had finally managed to make it to her.
“Sup' lass. Time to git' movin' if ye get me drift.” He had a thick Ukrainian accent, a farmers accent as he waved his large submachine gun in his main hand.
“Da, spasiba” she said, accepted his hand to get back standing.
One supply depot about to become rubbish.
And a million more to go.
The Germans had made a sweep through this sector behind the lines recently, looking for partisans and other hold outs to exterminate so that their supply lines would need to tie down so many troops that otherwise could fight at the front.
A German sweep, especially the ones that utilized a great deal of military resources like planes and light all terrain vehicles was a fearsome thing to be on the wrong end of. Thousands of partisans have likely died like rats at the hands of the coldly efficient and methodical German.
And the Germans were very thorough.
However sometimes the Germans stuck their dicks a little too far out and exposed even for their own fearsome military machine to protect. The Germans tended to prefer nice farms and forests that were cultivated carefully by expert hands for generations if not centuries.
Sometimes they went in dark deep places, and there they met their match.
It is there that they meet Kira Ivanova Mihaylov.
And it is then they meet their God.
Kira had undergone emergency crash course for paratrooper training, the most elite training in the whole dysfunctional Russian military and was to Kira's stunned amazement the only part that seemed to function at a level comparable to other more competent armies.
With the most basic training to jump out of a high attitude aeroplane without killing herself as a certainty she was sent behind German lines and skydived with several others.
She only had one mission,
To kill as many Germans as she had bullets and to keep making a nusiance until there were no more Germans to annoy.
It had happened astonishingly fast, one moment she was sipping tea with Misha in a crowded restaurant the next minute German long ranged bombers were dropping their payloads and Kira had been almost literally grabbed by GRU to get to do the Lord's work on behalf of the Motherland.
GRU had a special assignment in mind,
SMERSH.
“Death to Spies”, though with the sudden German invasion and the lack of support from the Afrikaners SMERSH found itself having to juggle several new roles in order to work desperately to defeat the Germans, and behind the lines mess making was now one of them.
Ivanova was now carefully feeling her way through the tinder brush and the pine trees of this Belorussian swamp. Every so often her army boots would cause the twigs to go snap underneath them.
Fanned out behind her in a loose 'partisan' irregular formation were several other partisans.
They made an odd bunch.
Some of them were old and seen too many winters while others had seen too few.
Some were veteran ground pounder strelots from the last war or even the war before that or the war before that!
There were always opportunists too... Like that one man who was a crook before the war with a warrant for his arrest, finding his skills now suddenly in demand to make his way around the newly armed 'police' who tended to shoot first for petty crimes and investigated it later.
Right now they had a simple mission in mind, the Germans had a supply dump of fuel nearby. It was hidden away in the trees where they hoped it would be hidden from the Russian Airforce.
They and another group circling around from the north were to attack it from two directions, get in quickly to set the fuel on fire and then bolt the hell out of there.
With the trees to begin to thin out with the fuel depot within site Kira waved her troops to spread out and make it harder for the enemy to spot them.
She took out her optics, she held them in her hands for a moment.
These were Misha's.
She didn't know where Misha was right now, ostensibly commanding a regiment bravely fighting the Germans in the steppes somewhere. She hoped he was okay.
Her sister though... She also didn't know where she was, originally posted on the Polish border, Misha was careful not to let either of them come into contact. Scuddlebut was that it was a grueling fighting retreat for what made up the 1st Guards barrel Army, its possible she's dead, captured, fighting as a partisan or anything.
Kira figured she won't ever find out.
“There it is.” She mentioned to her second in command, quietly just in case the wind carried her voice to within hearing distance.
“Da, Brother Partisan Leader. How should we proceed?” She asked. A scrawny farmer girl by the name of Kristina Rosdestvenski, sounds like some sort of crypto-jewish name. She was holding a submachine gun.
Kira herself had two weapons, an “storm rifle” with a single shot mode and a marksmen sight and a different sort of submachine gun. Kristina's was a big heavy thing that had a lot of bullets it could fire in a single burst, Kira's was a little more versatile.
“It's pretty standard I think, they have a fence around to deter thieves and some guard posts. Over there is probably the barracks and other there is the service station for supply trucks. We go in at the time we are supposed to, shoot some things and then exit. Simple am I right?” Kira spoke softly but earnestly, she wanted to encourage her troops, with the right combination of humor and ridiculousness. Of course it won't be that easy they will think, and they will fight harder because of that.
Kira looked at her watch.
It was time.
She pursed her lips and whistled two long notes and listened for the return two notes that told her the other force was in position.
“Alright, we go in for the motherland you fucking worthless sacks of patatoes! URRRRRAAAH!”
“Uuuuuraaaaaaaah! they all yelled in unison.
The mission relied a lot on stealth on approaching the depot, on attacking in the early hours of the morning when the shift taking over would be groggy from lack of sleep with the old shift now heavy as lead with exhaustion.
When the dim light made it difficult to see a gaggle of oddly moving shapes rapidly approaching in the distance.
The sentry on duty, had only just barely raised started to squint down his optics to see who was approaching when he got Kira's carefully aimed bullet right between the eyes.
Kira charged in at the forefront of her formation and was the first one jumping over the poorly placed barbed wire and dived behind a parked automobile.
Leaning around the edge she aimed and fired into the chest of German who was running towards the Barracks, he fell with a heavy thud his boots falling head of heel making him fly in a hilarious cartwheel of death.
It was amazing.
Not having to reload after every shot, if she wanted to she could fire her entire 28 round clip into someone's soft fleshy bits.
But she resisted the temptation, this gun was very accurate in the intermediate ranges, and would be a waste of ammunition and time to fire it blindly.
Instead she kept taking careful aim at Germans who were partially concealed or in part cover.
There cover was sufficient to protect them from some of the best aimed shots in her squad, of people with either rifles or submachine guns.
The submachine guns simply went wide while the rifles for various reasons simply couldn't be aimed that accurately at the poor targets the German extremities exposed of themselves.
But they weren't in good enough cover for her and her expertly crafted sights.
She ejected the clip and loaded in another one with a solid sounding sheleenk, making sure to cock it to clear the firing chamber.
Her squad was fully inside the depot now, the Germans were now effectively boxed in near their barracks, as her squad pinned them down Kira moved with another partisan named Ivan towards the fuel drums with their bags of incendiaries, switching her rifle to burst mode.
She ducked around a drum and found herself within ten feet of a German, with a quick burst he went down clutching his chest in agony.
Two more came around the corner, the first one's face exploded in a fine red mist by a lucky shot. The second one was cut down by Ivan handling his submachine pistol. Bullets put holes into the drums causing them to now leak profusely, this was so far a little easier than she thought it would be.
But where was the other squad? She should've found one of them by now...
Just as Kira and Ivan set to work setting up the explosives though she heard an awful sound that make her stomach twist in dread.
kerweringiweringiweringiweringi
The sounds of treads.
barrels had treads.
Making her way carefully though the fuel drums she made it in position to see what was making the awful noise.
It was a big boxy thing, with that very 'loose' style of tread suspension the Germans favored on their heavier tracked vehicles. It had a big boxy look to it with its turret towards the front with a nasty looking gun.
Kira swallowed hard, this was going to be a long day.
It made a great big bellowing noise as it fired its main cannon towards the woods and positions opposite of her squad.
Ah, they weren't annihilated yet. They were simply pinned down, without squad radios there was little ability for her to find out their status.
With Ivan covering her she made her way behind a large supply crate which could have been filled with anything.
Well it was worth a shot. She opened it.
Well well...
She picked up a long cylindrical tube that she had seen in her paratrooper training and slung it along her back, its weight meant dropping her rifle and keeping only the personal defence weapon.
She slowly crept along a communications trench, one likely meant to defend the supply depot in case of an attack and for training use. Right now it let he bypass the open and to keep out of direct sight of the barrel.
It fired its main cannon again, she didn't have much time. Another squad of Germans hopped into the trench not noticing her, she made short work of them and cut them down, again she ejected her magazine clip. While reloading a fourth German jumped in.
This time he aimed to take her out through brawling with her and aimed the butt of his rifle at her face, ducking shiftly she raised her legs to force him to tumble unbalanced up and behind her. Taking advantage of his predictament she catlike scrambled back to her hands and feet and aimed her gun and pulled the trigger.
click empty.
She dropped the weapon and pulled out her knife and lunged.
He attempted to sneak his arm up to catch her knife arm under the hand while shifting his free hand towards he throat but she was able to deftly pull back and instead slashed out, taking out half of his fingers on the out reaching hand.
She raised her leg now and kicked. Hard. Her combat boots crunching the German's remaining hand and forced him to spin backwards landing on his back helplessly.
She quickly leaned down onto her leg and knee using the momentum to quickly stab into the German's torso, leaving the knife embedded in his chest she spun around and ran with everything she had, not stopping to breath.
No plan, no backup, no weapons worth a damn she jumped now out of the other end of the communications trench behind a tool shed and around it.
Directly behind the German barrel, which she vaguely remembered the Germans liked to call “panzers”.
She got down to her knees and pulled the tube from her back, it was an anti tank disposable anti tank weapon.
She carefully laid it across her good shoulder, the one she used for aiming a rifle.
She took careful aim.
The Panzer crew must have been warned of her, for its turret was slowly turning in her direction. That the tank itself wasn't taking the time to spin mean it must have been manned by a skeleton crew, maybe a gunner acting as a commander and radioman and a driver doubling with loading duty and manning the bow machine gun.
But the tank was pointed away from her, and so they only had one weapon to aim at her in their clear panic.
Or maybe the barrel had just now broken down and couldn't turn? It is surprising for such a heavy vehicle to be this far behind the front lines, maybe it was here to be serviced?
She breathed in carefully, pulling the trigger.
A streak of orange flame left the tube, the jerk she felt was surprisingly without recoil and it nearly instantly made it to her target, striking the German panzer causing it to sprout flames and to cook off ammunition.
The crew bailed out, only to be fired at by her now embolden comrades who were no longer being pinned down by its monstrous gun.
“Urrrrrraaaaaah! Again came the chant.
Kira now sunk exhausted up against the shed, not daring to move, too tired to care.
Ivan had finally managed to make it to her.
“Sup' lass. Time to git' movin' if ye get me drift.” He had a thick Ukrainian accent, a farmers accent as he waved his large submachine gun in his main hand.
“Da, spasiba” she said, accepted his hand to get back standing.
One supply depot about to become rubbish.
And a million more to go.
If I feel I can backstab Germany without it costing me more than it would gain me, you'd be €100 lighter. It's just that no other combination of players has credibly offered enough incentive to turn. I expect the same thing is true for Ze Germans.
It isn't so much the idea that you'll never break away from Germany because there isn't "sufficient incentive" its the fact that you have spent the entire game pursuing strategies that ultimately insured you would never be able to break from Germany without risking retaliation from those you've wronged and now go all cute with "but the incentives~!" without that recognition that your position of where no one can ever reasonably cause you and Germany to go their separate ways is entirely a bed of your own making.
