20th November 1944. Still.
20th November 1944. Still.
We continue to not return to Bratislava, this time heading to Axis occupied Paris where General Juranec and Colonel Lendvay are celebrating another day successfully defending Paris from the surrounding Allied armies. This happy scene was rudely interrupted by a messenger.
"General, the Allies have launched a new attack!" The staff officer announced.
"Now?" Lendvay asked.
"Yes!"
"What kind of idiot launches an attack at 9pm in the evening?" Lendvay looked around in confusion.
Juranec looked up from reading the note the staff officer had handed over.
"The same kind of person who sends two divisions of tanks into Paris without infantry backup or air support." He said.
As a reminder Paris remains un-encircled and tanks are still terrible in urban areas.
"So no need to rush to the HQ then?" Lendvay confirmed.
"We can worry about it in the morning." Juranec smiled "If the attack lasts that long."
21st November 1944
"This isn't our HQ." Lendvay looked at the building they were walking into.
"Very astute colonel." Juranec replied "We have been asked to attend a meeting with our colleagues in 264. Infantry division."
"To plan the defence of Paris?"
"Presumably so." Juranec nodded. "Hopefully they have a better plan than just asking us to die quietly."
The two Slovak officers reached the main map room, amongst the hive of activity they spotted their opposite numbers. After some polite greetings they began the meeting.
"Good news General Juranec." General Gareis announced. "In line with the Festung Paris policy we have a presentation for you."
Juranec nodded suspiciously. A German Staff Officer handed him an ornate scroll and a small bit of brass.
"Thank you?" A baffled Juranec tried to be polite.
"So you accept? Excellent." Gareis beamed briefly, before sprinting to the door along with the rest of his staff.
The US 9th 'Old Reliables' have captured Puiseaux, leaving only one safe route out of Paris. The route that 264. Infantry Division is hurrying to take.
"Do you have any idea what just happened?" Juranec asked his colleague as they moved to the window and watched a stream of German staff cars race out of Paris.
Lendvay studied the scroll and 'gift'.
"It appears you have been declared Die Allerletzermann and been given a single 7.92mm bullet." He announced. "I think there is something carved on the bullet; 'Der Letzte'."
Juranec's lips moved silenty as he did the translation
"So I am the last man and that is the last bullet."
"Which means the rest of them can run away as Paris is still being defended to the last man and bullet. Cunning." Lendvay said in admiration.
"But the attacking Allied forces aren't that strong. Do they know something we don't?" Juranec asked.
"What like the how to build horse-less carriages or the mysteries of why radios?"
"Apart from those." Juranec sighed. "Something relevant."
22nd November 1944
General Juranec had returned to his regular HQ, in order to better monitor the allied armour struggling in urban conditions. His calm was interrupted when a messenger brought in the latest news.
Juranec read the message.
"Anhhhhh." Despite it's dreadful contents he felt a sense of relief, the other shoe had dropped.
"This must be what the Germans knew that we didn't." He said.
"The secret of smokeless black powder!" Lendvay guessed.
"No not that, though I'm sure Pruzinsky would love to know." Juranec passed over the note.
Now this is more like a properly resourced attack. US Mechanised infantry and the fearsomely confused British 3rd Motorised Infantry (full of tanks) Division. Even the French have turned up, sort of.
"Shall I tell the men?" Lendvay asked.
"What possible difference would that make?" Juranec replied.
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Notes:
I just had this idea and had to write it up. I'm probably being grossly unfair to General Gareis but the German division did run away just after the battle started. It was a fight to see which AI wanted Paris least - the Axis AI which keeps running away and the Allied AI that keeps ineptly attacking. Odds of 5:1 suggest that the Allies are finally taking this seriously.
We continue to not return to Bratislava, this time heading to Axis occupied Paris where General Juranec and Colonel Lendvay are celebrating another day successfully defending Paris from the surrounding Allied armies. This happy scene was rudely interrupted by a messenger.
"General, the Allies have launched a new attack!" The staff officer announced.
"Now?" Lendvay asked.
"Yes!"
"What kind of idiot launches an attack at 9pm in the evening?" Lendvay looked around in confusion.
Juranec looked up from reading the note the staff officer had handed over.
"The same kind of person who sends two divisions of tanks into Paris without infantry backup or air support." He said.
As a reminder Paris remains un-encircled and tanks are still terrible in urban areas.
"So no need to rush to the HQ then?" Lendvay confirmed.
"We can worry about it in the morning." Juranec smiled "If the attack lasts that long."
21st November 1944
"This isn't our HQ." Lendvay looked at the building they were walking into.
"Very astute colonel." Juranec replied "We have been asked to attend a meeting with our colleagues in 264. Infantry division."
"To plan the defence of Paris?"
"Presumably so." Juranec nodded. "Hopefully they have a better plan than just asking us to die quietly."
The two Slovak officers reached the main map room, amongst the hive of activity they spotted their opposite numbers. After some polite greetings they began the meeting.
"Good news General Juranec." General Gareis announced. "In line with the Festung Paris policy we have a presentation for you."
Juranec nodded suspiciously. A German Staff Officer handed him an ornate scroll and a small bit of brass.
"Thank you?" A baffled Juranec tried to be polite.
"So you accept? Excellent." Gareis beamed briefly, before sprinting to the door along with the rest of his staff.
The US 9th 'Old Reliables' have captured Puiseaux, leaving only one safe route out of Paris. The route that 264. Infantry Division is hurrying to take.
"Do you have any idea what just happened?" Juranec asked his colleague as they moved to the window and watched a stream of German staff cars race out of Paris.
Lendvay studied the scroll and 'gift'.
"It appears you have been declared Die Allerletzermann and been given a single 7.92mm bullet." He announced. "I think there is something carved on the bullet; 'Der Letzte'."
Juranec's lips moved silenty as he did the translation
"So I am the last man and that is the last bullet."
"Which means the rest of them can run away as Paris is still being defended to the last man and bullet. Cunning." Lendvay said in admiration.
"But the attacking Allied forces aren't that strong. Do they know something we don't?" Juranec asked.
"What like the how to build horse-less carriages or the mysteries of why radios?"
"Apart from those." Juranec sighed. "Something relevant."
22nd November 1944
General Juranec had returned to his regular HQ, in order to better monitor the allied armour struggling in urban conditions. His calm was interrupted when a messenger brought in the latest news.
Juranec read the message.
"Anhhhhh." Despite it's dreadful contents he felt a sense of relief, the other shoe had dropped.
"This must be what the Germans knew that we didn't." He said.
"The secret of smokeless black powder!" Lendvay guessed.
"No not that, though I'm sure Pruzinsky would love to know." Juranec passed over the note.
Now this is more like a properly resourced attack. US Mechanised infantry and the fearsomely confused British 3rd Motorised Infantry (full of tanks) Division. Even the French have turned up, sort of.
"Shall I tell the men?" Lendvay asked.
"What possible difference would that make?" Juranec replied.
--
Notes:
I just had this idea and had to write it up. I'm probably being grossly unfair to General Gareis but the German division did run away just after the battle started. It was a fight to see which AI wanted Paris least - the Axis AI which keeps running away and the Allied AI that keeps ineptly attacking. Odds of 5:1 suggest that the Allies are finally taking this seriously.