Chapter 92: Surrender and Recalcitrance.
Bucharest, 24th June, 1939:
The interior of the Romanian royal Palace echoed with the percussion of dozens of officers and men snapping to attention. The Russians lined one side of the grand chamber in full dress uniform, medals and honours proudly presented , some still bearing the marks of wounds incurred over the last two days.
The Romanian contingent on the other side was Paltry by comparison, a mere eight men, but the Iron Guard's officers had done their best to present a proud display. At their head, Marshal Ion Antonescu, the architect of the most effective elements of the Romanian's defensive campaign in the North, advanced at their head towards the squat table between the two delegations offering up a salute. With Codreanu apparently killed by artillery fire during the push into the city, it fell to the Marshal as the senior military officer present, to undertake perhaps the hardest action of his career.
The Marshall offered no words as he took up the pen and set his name to the short document on the table and he was thankful that the Russian Marshal opposite did not press him further. With a final flick of a pen and the setting of the ink, it was done, and all was lost.
1) We the undersigned, acting by the authority of the Romanian High Command, hereby surrender unconditionally to the Commander of the Besserabian Front of the Imperial Russian army in his capacity as representative of His Imperial Majesty, Vladimir, Emperor and Autocrat of all the Russias all forces on land, sea and in the air who are at this date under Romanian control.
2) The Romanian High Command will at once issue orders to all Romanian military, naval, air and civil authorities and to all forces under Romanian control to cease active operations 20:00 hours, Central European time, on 25th June and to remain in the positions occupied at that time. No ship, vessel, aircraft, vehicle or piece of equipment is to be scuttled or damaged.
3) The Romanian High Command will at once issue orders to the appropriate commanders, and ensure the carrying out of any further orders issued by the Commander of the Berssarabian Front or duly appointed representatives of His Imperial Majesty.
4) The Romanian High Command, acting with the emergency war powers granted by the instrument of national emergency enacted on May 15th, will issue orders to all civilian authorities within the borders of Romanian or those territories presently under its control, to fully co-operate with the Imperial Russian Army and obey all orders issued by the command thereof.
5) The Romanian High Command will at once make available to the Commander of the Bessarabian Front, all person accused of war crimes either within its ranks or residing within those territories under its control.
6) In the event of the Romanian High command or any of the forces under their control failing to act in accordance with this Act of Surrender, the Commander, Bessarabian Front of the Imperial Russian army will take such punitive or other action as they deem appropriate.
Signed at Bucharest at 09:15 on the 24th day of June in the year of our Lord, 1939.
On behalf of the Romanian High Command.
Field Marshall Ion Antonescu.
Vladimir Cyrilovich Romanov said:
27th June, 1939.
The news of Ottoman atrocities in the East has electrified the Christian world. The papers in Saint Petersburg call for the complete destruction of the house of Osman with a zeal that borders on the fanatical. More importantly, I am informed that the news has severely shifted the mood amongst the German public against any support for this barbarian regime.
Given what we have discovered, I can see no alternative but to escalate the conflict further but remain mindful of the potential diplomatic and political consequences. What we have before us is an opportunity to unite disparate peoples against their ancient enemy. If we are to proceed, then it must be full support of all the peoples of the Balkans lest we waste that invaluable chance.
In three cases, this has already been accomplished. Markov informs me that our armies have now fully subdued the Romanian State and its occupied territories. I have resolved that Bessarabia shall be immediately re-integrated into the Empire while the rest of Romania's territory shall be occupied until a permanent resolution can be reached.
Our relief of the remaining strip of Bulgarian territory was greeted with jubilation by their people and considerable thanks by the Royal Boris. While we have saved much of the Bulgarian army, there is little doubt that their state has been effectively shattered. Given the circumstances, I expect them to thankfully accept the new order which we are now building in the Balkans though I do not expect their troops to be ready to go into action against the Ottomans in the immediate future. Instead, our immediate priority in Bulgaria must be humanitarian relief for the population so as to secure their support for the agreements to come.
The Greeks too have agreed to my proposals, though they were initially incredulous. They began this war to regain a small stretch of territory from Bulgaria but once convinced of the sincerity of the offer, have proved more than willing to accept all of our proposals provided we make good on our promises. The Greek public realise this is a time for grand ideas and grander actions, that their Government would realise this eventually was all but inevitable. The Church has been vital in all of this, and I am convinced that given all that has happened, the Greeks will become staunch allies in the future.
Albania continues to resist, though only because we have not yet been able to bring much in the way of force to bear against this Ottoman puppet. I fully expect that as soon as Markov is able to redeploy the cavalry, Albania will fall into our sphere. With that completed, all the Balkan powers will be united and prepared for what is to come...all that is except for one.
Our Serbian brothers remain recalcitrant. Alexander is a strong ruler, and I have every sympathy for his position but his offer of peace at the cost of considerable Bulgarian territory is unacceptable. Otto has been extremely understanding and remains focused on internal matters but Alexander must understand that Russia can not allow Serbia to continue to pursue a hawkish policy towards Vienna, at least not while Syndicalism remains a threat. Nor can Russia afford to relinquish such large swathes of Bulgarian territory without alienating a people that have been the victim of a vicious and unforgivable war of aggression. To do so would shatter any hope of things proceeding as hoped. I am prepared to uphold a number of their just claims, no doubt to the ire of many, but they seem to have determined that I will offer more if they stand firm.
And so we remain at an impasse. The Serbian people consider us their brothers and I refuse to relinquish the duty I owe them as their protector but if I am to provide that protection they must be brought within our sphere. Alexander, I am sure, knows this, but it goes against the instinct of any King to yield any of the authority granted to him by the Lord. I had hoped this situation might be resolved with patient negotiation, but things have now escalated.
Yesterday I received news of a skirmish along the Serbian border. In a state of confusion, one of our reconaissance units moving to scout the frontier was fired on before they responded in kind. While the fighting was able to be quickly brought to an end, I understand that almost sixty Russian and Serbian soldiers have been wounded or killed.
That is sixty too many, and proof that we can not wait for simple diplomacy to wake noble Alexander to what must be done.
Tomorrow is Vidovdan, a day of great significance to Serbia. I pray it is also the day on which what I hope is the last war ever fought between Russia and Serbia might be brought to an end.
Heaven help me if I am wrong.
Russian Airfield, Constanta.
The Russian aircrew lounged back on the cool grass as the warm July sun shone down on them through clear skies. At twenty nine degrees, many of the men had shed their heavier clothing and enjoyed the touch of sun against skin, other sheltered in the shade provided by the wings of their colossal aircraft.
Life had been good for the heavy bomber crews this war. While the fighters and short range bombers had been worked to the bone, the heavy units had barely been utilised. The need to exercise restraint against the Ottomans and minimise collateral damage in the Balkans had limited the potential usefulness of the four engined heavies with their dubious accuracy. Of course, with the news coming out of the East, the crews had begun to expect they may soon be unleashed on Turkish naval bases, but for the moment, they enjoyed all that their new airbase on the Romanian coast could offer.
Few took much notice as the squadron car drove across the runway and came to a stop next to the makeshift huts that were serving as barracks and briefing halls while the permanent structures were being repaired. One flying officer tipped his cap back and called out as he noticed the messenger carrying a folio of operational orders.
“Where are we going? A nice sightseeing trip over the Golden Horn perhaps?” His voice was full of levity, the crews were eager to get into the war and the reconnaissance pilots had reported the AA defences around the Ottoman capital were a joke.
The dispatch rider met this levity with a deadpan delivery.
“Belgrade.”
The levity was more or less gone from that point onward.