The USSR does not have the capacity to Invade us. Them attempting to do so would suck, but we very much are not in any danger of falling to the Red Army this decade, or even the one after that tbh.
[Continuation] Schwarz-Rot-Gold: An Interwar Germany Quest
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KnightofTempest
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That's not actually the case unless they lost substantial forces during the conquest of Poland.
Otherwise, they will be poised to sweep into east Germany, just like they would have been IOTL ifthey had won at Warsaw.
Plus we let the KPD leadership escape to Sweden last game, a border with the Soviets gives them the opportunity to fuck with us further
The Red Army is absolutely not ready to take on a United Germany while having to deal with overextended supply lines through top tier Partisan territory. The Red Army is also at a large qualative disadvantage compared to the Reichswehr. If they tried we'd bloody their nose badly.
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They've just invaded and have to put down a large country with a dedicated resistance by Word of God.
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We've had word of QM they won't be completely wrecked at first. The Poles will probably do a fighting retreat towards Krakow with what's left of their army and form a "Czechoslovak Bridgehead" distracting the Soviets. The forces we sent there with Lettow-Vorbek will also make them more exausted then they otherwise would be. Besides, they'll have to secure Poland and finish off the Whites like irl before turning to us, which gives us time to prepare for potential hostilities, and they are a great external enemy to point to any silly people considering trying to coup our government.
KnightofTempest
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Again, we don't have the capability to even produce artillery. How do we have a qualitative advantage?
Also, the KPD will be back with Active Soviet Support.
I hope y'all are ready for Civil War 2. . .
They don't have to invade us to get the KPD in to fuck us over again.
Where did you see this? Cause I'm not aware of any Word of God.
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Yes we do, we have two units of Siege Artillery right now and it would take one turn to convert locomotive factories into making artillery in the prequel. The KPD also doesn't have the support to pull another uprising of that level yet again, most of their leadership fled and we massively discredited them with propaganda.
I'll find it and edit it in, but I'm pretty certain it is the case. Just a minute.
KnightofTempest
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We exported our artillery plants to Sweden last game.
What changed between games?
And as far as I'm aware, the KPD fled with some of their hardcore units, and with the support of the soviets, any discrediting we did may not even matter.
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The KPD can't just "be back" due to soviet support. A bunch of their most loyal and dedicated members died, and the rest got scattered to the winds. They are trying to rebuild, yes, but they would not be ready to do anything even close to the same scale as the civil war if the Soviets invaded after Poland. And not being able to produce artillery doesn't matter because we know a certain someone who is perfectly fine selling guns to us. And even if we didn't the UK would probably give us guns for free. The Red Army is very much outgunned by us on a man to man basis, and their Infantry Doctrine is miles behind ours. We aren't in danger of losing a war to the Reds, they aren't some sort of red tide that can't be stopped, no matter they and their enemies try to pretend. They're much more wartorn then us. The Red Army was a fucking train wreck OTL up until like 3/4ths through WW2. It really isn't that scary.
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I'll show it to you, just a second. Here:
[]Converting MAN: Locomotive plants with their excellent machining and high-pressure boiler systems are able to machine artillery rather well – and we have to ramp up production now. That means immediately, rather than waiting for the dismantled plants from wartime to be rebuilt. This allows some employment to be generated, but at a cost. Costs 5 Budget, Artillery shortage begins to be alleviated. Consumes MFP.
I don't see why we couldn't do something similar again. Also, as to your previous question. Here:
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KnightofTempest
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There's an issue with your thinking there. The Red Army actually performs well under pressure, in that it is good at adapting to problems part way through wars.
I'm worried that this will happen in a war with the Soviets, which in addition to possible KPD agitation on the home front, will fuck us.
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It's 1920, not 1941. Remember that we can't use the lessons of WWII for the Red Wars of the 1920s.
A war with the soviets in the 1920s would not at all be like ww2. We'd fucking trash them in Poland, and then a peace would be sued. Neither side is interested in a war of annihilation, and the Reds can tolerate the costs even worse then us. This isn't the 1940s Soviet Union, this is a war wrecked currently in a civil war soviet union.
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Come to think of it I don't think the USSR has even been officially founded yet.
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As it stands, Poland getting gobbled up by the Soviets is winning by 1
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Correct. Poland is tangoing with the Russian Soviet Federative Socialist Republic, or RSFSR.
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I still think the Reichsheer would win this fight, considering the paramilitaries. A communist Germany is also one of the nightmares of Western Capitalists, who I bet would rather see us rearmed than have the largest industrial society in Europe fall to the Red Tide. In fact, that is the main argument for us to allow them to defeat the Polish, it gives us leverage in negotiating with the Entente in regards to rearming and lowering reparations. The Right Honorable Edgar Vicent, the British diplomat in Berlin thinks that if the Poles fall, Central Europe is next, so they'd definitely be very worried.
Doesn't change anything for me. I can't/won't cast a vote, since I would have to stick with it and the two things run close enough to be a coin toss in my head. So making a decision would not be right to me. So. Now *really* going to bed
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(Noncanon Player Omake) Wir sind verloren
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Wir Sind Verloren.
November 21st, 1919
For Konrad August, former Feldwebel of the Deutsches Herr, the only thing he wished for was a peaceful life again. The war had already robbed him of his friends and father, and now madness was engulfing his homeland.
But the war was not here, not now at least. And he could thank god and all His blessings that his family and his home were not in battleground.
Sophia, Hans and Nero were safe, and that meant that he could ignore the fighting, ignore the pain from his friends and those who wished only to fight for causes they did not understand. He had his cause, and that was his family.
Everything else was secondary.
He scoffed as he smelt manure and cigarette smoke in the distance. If more men were like him, who cared more for home, family, and the work, then that of land and of community... Germany would not be such a dark and dreary place.
The shouting and sound of hooves in the distance, however, reminded him of so much worse.
"Sophia, take Nero and Hans to the Basement. I'll handle this." You whispered to your wife as you looked out the window. More of those bastards... trying to appeal to political thinking you had long since abandoned when the war ended, his uniform hung in the closet.
"Konrad, please." Your lovely wife took your hand. "You don't have to-"
"I'm not." You replied.
Konrad, for a fleeting moment still wished he had had his old service pistol, but he had long sold that firearm to his friends for a loaf of bread when he returned from the war, to feed his starving, orphaned nephew. When he wished to move to America, Konrad had given everything up to let him go... But he could not give up the lands his forefathers had farmed for generations, not for a chance to start at nothing again. Konrad had something here, Johan did not. And for that, Konrad August would fight with every fiber of his being to see it protected.
"But I will not let them hurt you." He kissed her forehead and she took his infant children to the cellar, to hide, while he took to the door, his gewehr and ammunition clips ready for any eventuality.
Perhaps he was a fool, but he took the ammunition and quietly readied a round, and set it down behind his wall. "Feldwebel!" the voice called out. "We just want to talk!"
Konrad opened the door and walked out, and he realized that Jakob was among them. Faithful Jakob, a Unteroffizer of his unit that seemed destined for so much more. He was smart, dutiful, and educated.
But it seems even he was not immune to the siren's call of whatever the hell was going on. Konrad knew there was a war, but he had focused on the land, and now, he was paying the price for not choosing a side.
Konrad stepped onto his porch and quietly watched the five men walk closer, their horses in the distance, tethered to the fence.
They were five young men, men who had not seen the war, being too young to fight. And Jacob himself... he was leading them. "Feldwebel!" He said again with a smile on his face, his uniform dirty and unkept... not like the clean and friendly boy he met in the Trenches.
Konrad stood tall. "What is the meaning of this Unteroffizer? The war is over, and you should know I am tired of fighting."
The young officer's smile vanished, and he pointed to himself. "General Ludendorff has requested every veteran who is not sick or dead to rejoin the ranks. We are desperate for your support."
Konrad turned around and pointed to his home. "My family needs me more than Ludendorff does Jacob. Do you not understand that? We have already lost so much in the war, that we must continue to fight because we believe we have nothing left. But we do have something left... and we waste it, fighting one another!"
One of his men shouted. "He's just a coward, we should just take what we came for and leave!"
Konrad felt his blood go colder than the winter mud of Verdun. "I'm sorry Sargent... we need your rifle... your food and your ammunition."
Jakob." He whispered. "If you have any honor left from our time together... you will go home to your family."
The pistol was drawn and Konrad dove back into his home.
Three shots rang out with the gewehr now in hand. While he lacked a bayonet, his old Trench knife would have to do.
His door was shot, filled with several small holes, but not broken.
Konrad took aim and shot with the rhythm of combat and training. These men, besides Jakob, were not used to the stress of combat... and even he had never used a pistol. One-shot.
One fell clutching his chest, dripping his pistol, and putting pressure onto the fresh wound.
The second shot was fired and this time there was a short, but violent spray of red from one of the boy's heads, his skull fragmenting from the back from the rifle round.
And then the shooting stopped. The screams of the wounded man who lay dying in Konrad's front yard.
Jakob's voice rang out. "Run, run back to the horses!"
Konrad chambered another round and walked out of his home, taking a brief moment to inspect the damage... only ten bullets hit his wall, and that was an easy fix... he was quite happy none went through the walls and hit the interior.
But Konrad focused on the running men who were getting to their horses. He only had three shots left.
He could reload, or continue to shot at them.
But he took his time, rested himself on his front porch, easing and tracking the targets that were running away.
And he prayed to the Lord almighty that their deaths would be quick.
The third shot fired, and the third man fell. He only had-
Where was Jakob?
"ARGH!" Jakob slammed into his side and the rifle flew from Konrad's hands, but they immediately went to the forearms of the young Unteroffizer. "YOU COWARD, TRAITOR!" He screamed as he tried to send that trench knife into Konrad's throat.
The struggle made Konrad's life flash before his eyes... His father, his mother, both dead to smallpox... his service in the army, his captain, his friends, all dying one after another... and young Jakob, still a boy back then, trying to make the world happier, before it all went to hell.
How strange it was, that Konrad August, the man who lost everything, gained something back, while the boy who still had much to gain... left it all behind in anger.
Konrad felt his old trench knife and brought it up. The blade severed the boy's throat and arteries, spilling blood all over his face.
it was still for a moment, as Jakob's life vanished in an instant...
The two men had just run, abandoning their comrades and their horses, fleeing to the hills before Konrad could find them and kill them with his rifle.
They would be back. But Konrad August would not fall to tyrants.
He just wished to stay with his family... and he would kill to make sure they would remain safe.
AN: Hey @mouli
I have an omake for you.
Is this going to be okay?
Also to the rest of the thread, what reward should I try to get?
November 21st, 1919
For Konrad August, former Feldwebel of the Deutsches Herr, the only thing he wished for was a peaceful life again. The war had already robbed him of his friends and father, and now madness was engulfing his homeland.
But the war was not here, not now at least. And he could thank god and all His blessings that his family and his home were not in battleground.
Sophia, Hans and Nero were safe, and that meant that he could ignore the fighting, ignore the pain from his friends and those who wished only to fight for causes they did not understand. He had his cause, and that was his family.
Everything else was secondary.
He scoffed as he smelt manure and cigarette smoke in the distance. If more men were like him, who cared more for home, family, and the work, then that of land and of community... Germany would not be such a dark and dreary place.
The shouting and sound of hooves in the distance, however, reminded him of so much worse.
"Sophia, take Nero and Hans to the Basement. I'll handle this." You whispered to your wife as you looked out the window. More of those bastards... trying to appeal to political thinking you had long since abandoned when the war ended, his uniform hung in the closet.
"Konrad, please." Your lovely wife took your hand. "You don't have to-"
"I'm not." You replied.
Konrad, for a fleeting moment still wished he had had his old service pistol, but he had long sold that firearm to his friends for a loaf of bread when he returned from the war, to feed his starving, orphaned nephew. When he wished to move to America, Konrad had given everything up to let him go... But he could not give up the lands his forefathers had farmed for generations, not for a chance to start at nothing again. Konrad had something here, Johan did not. And for that, Konrad August would fight with every fiber of his being to see it protected.
"But I will not let them hurt you." He kissed her forehead and she took his infant children to the cellar, to hide, while he took to the door, his gewehr and ammunition clips ready for any eventuality.
Perhaps he was a fool, but he took the ammunition and quietly readied a round, and set it down behind his wall. "Feldwebel!" the voice called out. "We just want to talk!"
Konrad opened the door and walked out, and he realized that Jakob was among them. Faithful Jakob, a Unteroffizer of his unit that seemed destined for so much more. He was smart, dutiful, and educated.
But it seems even he was not immune to the siren's call of whatever the hell was going on. Konrad knew there was a war, but he had focused on the land, and now, he was paying the price for not choosing a side.
Konrad stepped onto his porch and quietly watched the five men walk closer, their horses in the distance, tethered to the fence.
They were five young men, men who had not seen the war, being too young to fight. And Jacob himself... he was leading them. "Feldwebel!" He said again with a smile on his face, his uniform dirty and unkept... not like the clean and friendly boy he met in the Trenches.
Konrad stood tall. "What is the meaning of this Unteroffizer? The war is over, and you should know I am tired of fighting."
The young officer's smile vanished, and he pointed to himself. "General Ludendorff has requested every veteran who is not sick or dead to rejoin the ranks. We are desperate for your support."
Konrad turned around and pointed to his home. "My family needs me more than Ludendorff does Jacob. Do you not understand that? We have already lost so much in the war, that we must continue to fight because we believe we have nothing left. But we do have something left... and we waste it, fighting one another!"
One of his men shouted. "He's just a coward, we should just take what we came for and leave!"
Konrad felt his blood go colder than the winter mud of Verdun. "I'm sorry Sargent... we need your rifle... your food and your ammunition."
Jakob." He whispered. "If you have any honor left from our time together... you will go home to your family."
The pistol was drawn and Konrad dove back into his home.
Three shots rang out with the gewehr now in hand. While he lacked a bayonet, his old Trench knife would have to do.
His door was shot, filled with several small holes, but not broken.
Konrad took aim and shot with the rhythm of combat and training. These men, besides Jakob, were not used to the stress of combat... and even he had never used a pistol. One-shot.
One fell clutching his chest, dripping his pistol, and putting pressure onto the fresh wound.
The second shot was fired and this time there was a short, but violent spray of red from one of the boy's heads, his skull fragmenting from the back from the rifle round.
And then the shooting stopped. The screams of the wounded man who lay dying in Konrad's front yard.
Jakob's voice rang out. "Run, run back to the horses!"
Konrad chambered another round and walked out of his home, taking a brief moment to inspect the damage... only ten bullets hit his wall, and that was an easy fix... he was quite happy none went through the walls and hit the interior.
But Konrad focused on the running men who were getting to their horses. He only had three shots left.
He could reload, or continue to shot at them.
But he took his time, rested himself on his front porch, easing and tracking the targets that were running away.
And he prayed to the Lord almighty that their deaths would be quick.
The third shot fired, and the third man fell. He only had-
Where was Jakob?
"ARGH!" Jakob slammed into his side and the rifle flew from Konrad's hands, but they immediately went to the forearms of the young Unteroffizer. "YOU COWARD, TRAITOR!" He screamed as he tried to send that trench knife into Konrad's throat.
The struggle made Konrad's life flash before his eyes... His father, his mother, both dead to smallpox... his service in the army, his captain, his friends, all dying one after another... and young Jakob, still a boy back then, trying to make the world happier, before it all went to hell.
How strange it was, that Konrad August, the man who lost everything, gained something back, while the boy who still had much to gain... left it all behind in anger.
Konrad felt his old trench knife and brought it up. The blade severed the boy's throat and arteries, spilling blood all over his face.
it was still for a moment, as Jakob's life vanished in an instant...
The two men had just run, abandoning their comrades and their horses, fleeing to the hills before Konrad could find them and kill them with his rifle.
They would be back. But Konrad August would not fall to tyrants.
He just wished to stay with his family... and he would kill to make sure they would remain safe.
AN: Hey @mouli
I have an omake for you.
Is this going to be okay?
Also to the rest of the thread, what reward should I try to get?
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He hasn't set a reward policy for omakes yet IIRC but if it is like in the last quest, he might give you a few choices on insights on how things are going that may be relevant in the future. We found out the Soviets were stronger that way. Could be something different or maybe there is no reward at all. If it is a dice bonus, we'll probably need it considering our luck on some rolls last time (our peace overtures and raiding the printers come to mind)
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