Chapter XXV: Between a Rock and a Hard Place
June 28 - July 12, 1915
The Alps
So, last time we checked, the Italians barely had any troops on our shared border, and the French, after all, would never be stupid enough to divert troops from their increasingly desperate defence of Paris. So things should be fine.
The Battle of Fiume
Erm. This might cause a few problems. Thankfully the Italians are apparently really serious about Italia Irredenta, rather than, say, pushing into economically vital Tyrol and Carinthia. However, fifty-two enemy divisions against about ten of our own isn't really a Good Thing in any case.
Of course, the Viennese newspapers will insist (because
we insisted) that the enemy's present success, caused by nothing but treachery and Latin perfidy, will be rapidly reversed by our soon-to-be-victorious troops. This is a mere trial to test our faith in polyethnic dualism, and all that. As things are now, we of course lose rather badly at Fiume; our shattered troops retreat to Zagreb. To organise for an irresistible counter-charge, of course.
In the meantime, it seems that we've got a bit cocky in the east. Brudermann is suddenly counter-attacked by strong Bolshevik suid-canine forces and pushed back.
Russian counter-attacks
In an attempt to compete with my defeats, the Germans have decided to get themselves encircled in Toropets as a sign of solidarity. Great allies. We of course know this is all part of the cunning top-secret master plan that will lead to complete and utter victory for the Central Powers.
The Battle of Toropets
These temporary and apparent reverses inspire us to a show of the close friendship and solidarity that exist between the two emperors. Our Ministry of Propaganda and Education issues a postcard that, in peerless art, shows just how close the bonds are between the German and the Austro-Hungarian Empire.
'Firm in faithfulness'
This picture, however, is received with some consternation in Berlin, and we are forced to admit that it rather does look like the two emperors are falling apart outwards. Let's hope it isn't so.