5.7
Dominos
August 23rd - October 9th
At the end of August my manpower reserves were depleted. After almost a year of heavy fighitng in Italy and Yugoslavia had taken it from almost 700 down to 0, with 30ish each month. Fortunately for me, Italy had been in this position far longer than me and it was showing.
Meanwhile, Portugal seemed to make moves to encircle me. Fortunately I have a port being built there (which is why I now remember landing there, t avoid another failed landing).
Advances continue to be made in the north.
My carrier fleet intercepts a Japanese fleet near Guadal Canal with a satisfying finish. Funnily enough it wasn't my carriers that sunk the ships either!
Over the past year it seems the US has finally discovered they have transports as they move their super stacks of doom to their "conquered" territory.
Rome is finally captured at the start of September and resistances starts to falter in the south.
This was not suprising. I think you can work out which button I pressed
Another attempt and final one at landing in the last of Portugals territories.
More victories in Italy.
Just over a week after landing on the East Coast a thorn is finally removed.
The surge north is virtually unopposed as broken divisions are forced back before they have a chance to recover.
Cleaning up undefended Australian islands.
Final days of Italian independence.
In other news, I'm not sure what they are doing but I'll just patronisingly pat their heads anyway. Meanwhile a new target has caught my eye.
Lebrun sipped at his champagne slowly, watching the room of generals and ministers congratulate each other on their fine work of the past year. He'd found a corner to occasional spectate on everyones joy while looking out of a window as Paris also celebrated another victory. He couldn't focus on the party but instead questioned his mortality. He was 79, his dream was almost 15 years ago and he wondered whether or not he'd live to see it finished. He certainly had taken more land in square miles than Napoleon even before he started, with colonies in North Africa, Saigon and other places. But now surely he'd taken enough? Was it worth continuing the war in the Pacific? Revenge surely must be taken against Brazil but the number of soldiers who died fighting in Italy was far greater than before. Dissent among the population at more losses. There was probably not a single man aged over 33-34 that hadn't been in combat at some point in their lives.
He notice the whole room go quiet and everyone gather around him; he was so lost in thought. Gamelin cleared his throat, knocking Lebrun out of his thoughts. He raised his eyebrow and looked at each of their faces.
"Yes?"
"Monsieur Président, on behalf of the entire cabinet, military and a vast majority of France. Since you took office long ago in 1932, you have lead us into a new age where France is an unstoppable force and its military larger than ever. Territory in lands we never thought to conquer." He paused for dramatic effect. "We have unaminously voted that the office of Président is to be abolished..."
"What?!" Lebrun cried out in anger.
"Oh no its not like that sir!"
"You've abolished my office, this is insurection! Give me your pistol now! I will not have you put me on a show trial!"
"No, no, NO! You misunderstand sir!"
"Then explain yourself before begin purging!"
"Instead of being Président of our great country, we wish to instead give you the title of Empereur of France."
Lebrun blinked. Gulped his champagne and headed for the door. "Your Empereur has unfinished work to do."
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