13.1 Spain
Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
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13.1 Spain
You felt sore. That was not the most mind-numbingly boring part of the last few weeks, but trudging through the light winter snows of the Spanish countryside was a sore experience. Even as you saw the smoke from the city, the great industries, and the bells of the Churches that were ringing for Mass, or prayers, you knew that there were far worse fates than soreness. Even with your horse slowly trotting, you knew that in any number of minutes, hell could be rained down.
But besides you on your left, with the swagger in the saddle that befitted only the greatest of noblemen, A man whom, even in this weather, with snow falling onto his hat, wore a silk tunic, with medals and awards on his chest, his Baton, his office, and most importantly of all, your subordinate sneezed and continued to complain. "Must we ride in the open? I have heard rumors of snipers wishing to do anything to get an officer's blood on the ground."
The rumor was an old one, one that had still held firm, even with Soults masterful counter-insurgency in the last year. But it was not the same, as the snipers that may be fighting you and yours were not the same snipers that nearly killed Soult a year ago. But they were no less frightening and intimidating.
These Bandits draped in the colors of moon and midnight when the night was darkest, and the shade of green and brown and olive when the sun was high in the sky, were like demons from hell.
These bandits were criminals, yes, but they acted like a military unit that saw you as nothing more than oppressors, conquerors, who had stolen away from the possibility of the Republican dream that would have made Spain into a beacon for the rest of the world.
The same dream, and measures, you assumed, would have turned Spain into a Bloodbath, same as it did in France.
"These Roads have been clear, and our patrols, the Patrols from Marshal Soult, and the men from the city, whom we talked to less than an hour ago, said there were no bandits, no riflemen, and no sign of aggression from the Spanish subjects." You turned to your right and saw the man who was acting, at least for the moment, at this particular day, as your Deputy. Davout adjusted his spectacles and, true to form, gave a very quiet sigh. The meticulousness of the patrol patterns, the idea of being away from the court, had given life to the man whom you knew, without a second thought, enjoyed being out in the field. "Truthfully Marshal, if I didn't know any better, you just wanted to ride in the carriage, writing letters to your wife to be, hoping that the Emperor, in his infinite wisdom, does not try to take your chances away by using her for politics."
That earned the ire of the Dandy Man. "Listen here you four-eyed simpleton, if you know just how well that the trodden path that we find ourselves on will take us, I would take that as a provocation of your insolence, and duel you for my honor!"
"Yet we both know that your shit at pistols, and barely better with a saber," Davout replied. "The only thing your good at is riding horses and being brave for those who do not know how to!"
The insulting spree, while hiding some tact, was witty enough that, in another day, was enough to force a laugh from you, however, saw your smile dim, and your frown grows larger. "I thought I would be dealing less in the manner of juvenile insults when I left my sons with their tutor and Louis around dealing with the consequences of his actions for being an idiot. But it seems I was mistaken, for all I see, is instead of two, brilliant marshals of the French Empire… I see two young men, measuring what little length they have… and being disappointed that a woman is longer."
Both men looked down in shame, and they knew precisely what you meant. After all, you were the one heading the new Army of Spain, with them as subordinates. Their ego thankfully was not large enough to even question you, or your wishes. Not after Messina. And most certainly not after your rise as Empress.
You may not have won a dozen battles like Napoleon or managed miracles like Brian… at least against a numerically superior foe. But you were a miracle worker. A competent and dutiful commander, and if you managed to continue, mayhaps see more.
A sigh escaped Murat, as he bowed his head. "I shall see to the Cavalry, and prepare the VIIth Corp for your inspection!" Then, without a hint of complaining about the Cold, he rode off.
Davout, for his part, cleaned his spectacles and placed them back onto his nose, holding the reins of his horse with one hand. "I never thought I would be glad to work with him again, in a capacity where he would be my equal. Yet here I am, wondering how I can such a way?"
"Murat has that effect on people, same with Severin." You mused as you held the pommel of your sword, and sighed. "Perhaps, like Napoleon once told me, that men of action have more in common than they don't. It is only a matter of their pride, blocking themselves from their true potential."
That made Davout chuckle. "When has Napoleon ever been a font of wisdom when it regards anything other than statecraft, or armies?"
You frowned. "Well, he has a remarkably good way of judging character."
Davout chuckled louder. "Is that his wife speaking, or his Marshal!?"
That earned him a deeper frown. "Would you rather I assign you to staff duties for the duration of this campaign?"
"For the look on your face, I would be willing to risk execution." It was then you realized that he was still so remarkably comfortable, even in a situation like this. "Begging the pardon."
A moment passed, as you felt the need to pinch your nose and struggle to not scream, and then laugh at the face your deputy was making.
"I should tell you to inspect your men and prepare them for hell." You responded, a joking threat, but one that could easily be brought to reality if you willed it. "But I'm not in the mood to make you suffer. I already have to deal with Murat."
Davout nodded, before giving a small bow. "Do well Marshal. Or do you want to be-"
"I told you once, and I will say it again Davout, I am not the Empress in the field. I am the Marshal." You stated, without a moment of hesitation.
That made the Iron Marshal give a smile. "Good, I was hoping all that politics made you soft."
"Like hell." The reply was soft but enough to match the joy that Davout gave to you.
You then focused your attention on your boots. "I hope to hell they have come in bigger sizes. I hate having to spend thousands of Franks on piss poor shoes."
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A sigh escaped the lips of General Desaix, one that was mirrored by numerous men of the bodyguard surrounding you. There was a good reason for that. You were, despite the city being secured, in hostile territory, and despite Marshal Soults' best efforts, were not safe. These men were not tired, but board, hoping to see action. And you had wanted to reinforce an action you had long been trying to drill into these men.
"Something on your mind, Desaix?" It was not a normal thing for a man to be undisciplined, especially this man, who was always wishing to be out in the action, in the thick of it, even being the Chief of Staff and Deputy to Davout.
The General took a breath, realizing that his sigh prompted this. "My apologies Marshal, but unfortunately, I have been struggling for these past days to see what purpose we are under these circumstances, fighting for? The Spanish countryside is awash with bandits, but we are soldiers, not constables. The people of Spain do not enjoy this show of force we are presenting, with this army. We are striking fear into their hearts. And with no enemy to fight, that fear may turn towards us, the foreign and the other."
"That is because you are narrow-minded in our operations." The voice of the General, now Marshal Soult entered your ears, as the door to his office was opened by his bodyguards. He seemed to cross between anger and relief, but his expression was decidedly neutral.
Oh how you wished to have Murat here, perhaps he could have helped you read this man's expression.
"Marshal." You nodded as you were hurried into the room, and Desaix followed close behind, staying arm's length behind you, before going to your left, towards a window, to stare out into the city street.
"Oh, I've been made a Marshal… Does that mean that you are bringing me a Baton as well?" He stated as he went back to his desk, reading reports. "You are late, multiple weeks late Empress, what the hell happened!?" He was angry but focused on the papers and the work on his desk. "How did you remain out of communication for so long!
You raised an eyebrow, confused. "The Delays of the Armies march were due to bad weather at the Pyrenees." You replied. "Supplies had to be sledded over the mountain, messages were" You stated.
"In that time, the Thirty Five days you have been out of contact, the situation that we find ourselves in has deteriorated rapidly," Suchet stated as he signed another paper. This time, you saw its contents. A Letter of condolences. "A Great deal. But not untenable, as I feared."
"I was hoping that there would be good news." You replied. "And is there?"
Suchet for his part chuckled. "Well. Don Carlo- Sorry, King Carlos, has been crowned in Barcelona, and not in Madrid, under my request, as the city, unlike his capital in name only, is not safe, a hotbed of assassins and saboteurs who would love for his skull to decorate a pike. Then there is renegade generals of the Former Kingdom loyalists, who have declared a war of national liberation from the French foreigners, and see the king as a hostage, and refuse to negotiate."
The Marshal then poured a bottle of wine, and then drank an entire glass. "And that is just the most recent reports from the North, seeing as the South, isn't much better. Despite my victory, my leniency on the matters when my victory was achieved, and the pardoning of numerous rebel units was foolhardy. I had wished for them to go home, disarmed, and disorganized. Their officers had sworn loyalty to the King. But someone has come to them, organized them all."
"And who could have possibly armed, organized, and galvanized such resistance to restart a bloody war?" You asked. Suchet shook his head again, before offering a glass. "No thank you." You raised your hand, shaking it to avoid him assuming anything.
Suchet shrugged, before pouring a glass. "I have theories, but my spies and those of the Emperors have been silent for months now. Someone must have discovered them and routed them. My spymaster, Pierre Ducos has been working in the field for me, and he will offer his services to you if asked. The only thing we know is that British weaponry has been sighed. Cargo ships have been going in almost nightly with arms, Powder, and boots."
"Than make a formal protest to the British, ask the King to stop it?" You offered.
"That is the problem. See they are convoys that leave the city, every morning, and like clockwork, they are ransacked, robbed, of powder, arms, and boots, but none of the soldiers are taken, nor killed. There are no ransoms, no messages, no attempts by the British. They claim bandits, particularly well-armed and organized bandits. But bandits nonetheless."
"They are lying!" You raised your voice.
"Yes, and what the hell am I going to tell the king, that there is an armed insurgency that we cannot stop because of British interference, that we cannot tie to? That these arms, are traveling across the country, to cells that we know nothing about, and we have limited rules of engagement?" Suchet replied. "The King's Requests are very persuasive, and we already have to be very careful to not be seen as an active invasion force. We need proof, that my spies cannot get at this point."
"And you are leaving me this mess to return home?" You asked.
Suchet nodded. "Marshal, let it be known I did everything I could with the power I have. We should be lucky that it didn't get any worse."
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Brian was still awake, doing work. "I take it the meeting with the King went well?" He stated as you collapsed onto the chair next to him. He did not even try to look up to see the concern on his face. In fact, he was more focused on his dog, who wished to walk over to comfort you, before he waved, and he laid down.
"The King is a right cunt." You stated.
"Careful, we are guests in this city," Brian replied. "But yes, he is a cunt."
"How can a man be so oblivious to the situation in his country, but also expect the only people helping him to do nothing, but wait for his orders?" You complained.
"Well, we are an allied force, with a great deal of autonomy in how we conduct our operations, and we have been formally requested to follow his orders if they seem reasonable," Brian replied. "And knowing how Napoleon considers reasonable, and it being you commanding the Army, exercise patience and maybe we may find ourselves with a great deal of autonomy."
"I hate the fact I must play politics." You muttered. "And let me pet your dog!"
"He will not go towards you unless I tell him to." Brian offered. "Go."
Immediately, the golden dog ran towards you, and placed his paws on your lap, licking you with his slobber. "Good boy." You stated.
The dog then backed off, and Brian whistled.
"Brian. Thank you for coming." You stated.
"Always my dear sister. Anywhere you go, I'll follow." He said as he stood up. "Are you ready?"
"Of course. But for now, let's get some sleep, we will need it, and just because Davout doesn't need sleep, does not give you permission to stay up." You ordered. "So go to your room and go to bed."
You remained in the chair, and you drifted to sleep.
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Situations Report in Spain (Preliminary, due to lack of intelligence, these reports may be outdated, or worse, false):
The Spanish Countryside is still infested with Bandits, snipers, and hostile detachments of the Republic and rebel forces. They are targetting Spanish officials and French officers, and there is even a bounty of over twenty thousand silver coin's on the head for any French General. There is an even bigger bounty on you, standing right at around 500,000 Silver coins.
Suchet has made it clear that until the situation improves, you must remain in the city, and not take unnecessary risks.
In Northern Spain, there are not many fighting, but there are reports of Portuguese troops crossing the border, as bandits and stealing jewels, valuables, and cattle. The King has requested an Army be sent, not only to deal with it, but to support Spanish troops that are there, and give a great political victory.
In Madrid and Central Spain, Blood is on the streets. The City still burns from failed uprisings and revolutions, with the Sole Division, the newly nicknamed, Gaurd of Immortals, for being the only Spanish army unit to remain in Spain, instead of fleeing to the Americas. King Carlos, wishes to return to his capital, and proclaim a new era of the Spanish Empire. The Problem is, he needs to get there. The City and route must be secured, and with his wish to do things openly, protect the King from assassins who wish to mean him harm.
In Seville and Southern Spain… A Rebel Army is fighting. Forming, and destroying the local garrisons of Spanish troops that resworn their loyalty to the Spanish Crown. Armed with British Weapons, they are raising hell and making it impossible to govern the providences. The issues are numerous, most of all, the British losing equipment and replacing it quickly, and while the cause is there, there is no evidence that the British are arming rebels.
The King himself is content with the situation, with the new Army of Spain relieving the previous one. He is expecting much in the way of success in the coming months and years. But he is wishing for a quick end to this insurgency.
Currently, your rules of engagement have been set to a far more restrained sort, by the King of Spain himself, trying to prevent further damage in his country, but if they are engaged, they have every right and opportunity to use overwhelming force to end the problem.
The Engineers of the Army are requested to build and repair roads by the King, and if possible, dismantle old emplacements throughout the country.
The King is requesting One Corps to remain in Barcelona to serve as Garrison, and to assist his forces
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The King is requesting a French Military advisor, to serve as the French Representative in his court, besides the ambassador, and to serve as an intermediary to deliver his orders to you. Napoleon has given orders to serve at the King of Spain's Pleasure but also reminds you that his orders can be disobeyed if you feel the need to.
Napoleon also said that this alliance is far more important than glory, honor, or need for improvement. This alliance would protect France, and in the future, perhaps help a future Invasion of France.
Who do you send?
[]Yourself: You will be the Advisor, it may help you with Politics, and understand the situation clearly, it will also keep you in contact with Napoleon.
[]Brian: Your Brother is favored by the Emperor, surly King Carlos will accept him.
[]Marshal Murat: The Dandy Man is a delight in court, and has already wowed many of the court's ladies. But the King believes he is not… skilled enough in military matters to be competent.
[]Marshal Davout: The King believes this man is a military genius. But his court thinks he is boorish, and utterly… devoid of humor and tact.
[]General Desaix: You believe that General Desaix was perfect, a subordinate who can deliver orders, but also be open-minded. The Problem is, The King wishes for a Marshal, if possible. He says he only requires the most talented, not the middling of rank.
[]General Soult: You think that Soult is planning to start stealing everything not nailed down, and while that would be hilarious, you knew that it would only lead to incidents. The problem as well is that Davout trusts him with an important task, and while that statement fills you with a great deal of Trust… you also remember that this man torched and burned his way through Italy with Napoleon agreeing with it.
[]General Bessiere: A Former Inspector General, and a man you have, at least in your private mutterings, hold a bit of respect for, as he has proven to be competent in staff work, management, and being discreet.
[]General Brune: VIII Corps Deputy and commander when you are not present, you do not like him as much as the other generals and Marshals do. He is far too… happy to allow atrocities and looting to happen under his watch. The fact he is pig-headed and arrogant means he may not like being in such an important role, which will not allow him to see combat.
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All Corps Morale is set at 100. Doing missions and succeeding lowers morale slightly. Failing critically lowers morale. Leading also negates some of the lowering rolls.
Rotating Corps through operations, and allowing them to relax in the safety of Barcelona will keep them from suffering from the effects of this campaign. This long guerilla campaign
Please note, that you can request for additional Corps, or even send corps home if you think that is needed.
(Currently, You cannot request additional Corps, as War Plan Eagle requires all available Corps to be at semi readiness.)
No Corps can be rotated out, either to Barcelona or to France itself.
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Where do you send VII Corps:
[]To the North: You will send the Corps to the North, to deal with the bandits and secure the borders of Spain and Portugal. Hopefully without sparking a war.
[]To Madrid: This Corps will be sent to Madrid, and secure the city. Hopefully without a siege, or blowing up the city.
[]To the South: This Corps will go to serve as a police force in the Region, and they will do as much as they can, both to stop these guerillas, and to discover what the hell is going on with British equipment.
[]Remain in Barcelona: They will be the ones who remain in Barcelona for a time, to maintain order, and protect the King.
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Where do you send VIII Corps:
[]To the North: You will send the Corps to the North, to deal with the bandits and secure the borders of Spain and Portugal. Hopefully without sparking a war.
[]To Madrid: This Corps will be sent to Madrid, and secure the city. Hopefully without a siege, or blowing up the city.
[]To the South: This Corps will go to serve as a police force in the Region, and they will do as much as they can, both to stop these guerillas, and to discover what the hell is going on with British equipment.
[]Remain in Barcelona: They will be the ones who remain in Barcelona for a time, to maintain order, and protect the King.
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Where do you send IX Corps:
[]To the North: You will send the Corps to the North, to deal with the bandits and secure the borders of Spain and Portugal. Hopefully without sparking a war.
[]To Madrid: This Corps will be sent to Madrid, and secure the city. Hopefully without a siege, or blowing up the city.
[]To the South: This Corps will go to serve as a police force in the Region, and they will do as much as they can, both to stop these guerillas, and to discover what the hell is going on with British equipment.
[]Remain in Barcelona: They will be the ones who remain in Barcelona for a time, to maintain order, and protect the King.
AN: Enjoy, and Vote in Plan format.
January 5th, 1798, Morning.
Outskirts of Barcelona, Headquarters for French Army of Spain.
Outskirts of Barcelona, Headquarters for French Army of Spain.
You felt sore. That was not the most mind-numbingly boring part of the last few weeks, but trudging through the light winter snows of the Spanish countryside was a sore experience. Even as you saw the smoke from the city, the great industries, and the bells of the Churches that were ringing for Mass, or prayers, you knew that there were far worse fates than soreness. Even with your horse slowly trotting, you knew that in any number of minutes, hell could be rained down.
But besides you on your left, with the swagger in the saddle that befitted only the greatest of noblemen, A man whom, even in this weather, with snow falling onto his hat, wore a silk tunic, with medals and awards on his chest, his Baton, his office, and most importantly of all, your subordinate sneezed and continued to complain. "Must we ride in the open? I have heard rumors of snipers wishing to do anything to get an officer's blood on the ground."
The rumor was an old one, one that had still held firm, even with Soults masterful counter-insurgency in the last year. But it was not the same, as the snipers that may be fighting you and yours were not the same snipers that nearly killed Soult a year ago. But they were no less frightening and intimidating.
These Bandits draped in the colors of moon and midnight when the night was darkest, and the shade of green and brown and olive when the sun was high in the sky, were like demons from hell.
These bandits were criminals, yes, but they acted like a military unit that saw you as nothing more than oppressors, conquerors, who had stolen away from the possibility of the Republican dream that would have made Spain into a beacon for the rest of the world.
The same dream, and measures, you assumed, would have turned Spain into a Bloodbath, same as it did in France.
"These Roads have been clear, and our patrols, the Patrols from Marshal Soult, and the men from the city, whom we talked to less than an hour ago, said there were no bandits, no riflemen, and no sign of aggression from the Spanish subjects." You turned to your right and saw the man who was acting, at least for the moment, at this particular day, as your Deputy. Davout adjusted his spectacles and, true to form, gave a very quiet sigh. The meticulousness of the patrol patterns, the idea of being away from the court, had given life to the man whom you knew, without a second thought, enjoyed being out in the field. "Truthfully Marshal, if I didn't know any better, you just wanted to ride in the carriage, writing letters to your wife to be, hoping that the Emperor, in his infinite wisdom, does not try to take your chances away by using her for politics."
That earned the ire of the Dandy Man. "Listen here you four-eyed simpleton, if you know just how well that the trodden path that we find ourselves on will take us, I would take that as a provocation of your insolence, and duel you for my honor!"
"Yet we both know that your shit at pistols, and barely better with a saber," Davout replied. "The only thing your good at is riding horses and being brave for those who do not know how to!"
The insulting spree, while hiding some tact, was witty enough that, in another day, was enough to force a laugh from you, however, saw your smile dim, and your frown grows larger. "I thought I would be dealing less in the manner of juvenile insults when I left my sons with their tutor and Louis around dealing with the consequences of his actions for being an idiot. But it seems I was mistaken, for all I see, is instead of two, brilliant marshals of the French Empire… I see two young men, measuring what little length they have… and being disappointed that a woman is longer."
Both men looked down in shame, and they knew precisely what you meant. After all, you were the one heading the new Army of Spain, with them as subordinates. Their ego thankfully was not large enough to even question you, or your wishes. Not after Messina. And most certainly not after your rise as Empress.
You may not have won a dozen battles like Napoleon or managed miracles like Brian… at least against a numerically superior foe. But you were a miracle worker. A competent and dutiful commander, and if you managed to continue, mayhaps see more.
A sigh escaped Murat, as he bowed his head. "I shall see to the Cavalry, and prepare the VIIth Corp for your inspection!" Then, without a hint of complaining about the Cold, he rode off.
Davout, for his part, cleaned his spectacles and placed them back onto his nose, holding the reins of his horse with one hand. "I never thought I would be glad to work with him again, in a capacity where he would be my equal. Yet here I am, wondering how I can such a way?"
"Murat has that effect on people, same with Severin." You mused as you held the pommel of your sword, and sighed. "Perhaps, like Napoleon once told me, that men of action have more in common than they don't. It is only a matter of their pride, blocking themselves from their true potential."
That made Davout chuckle. "When has Napoleon ever been a font of wisdom when it regards anything other than statecraft, or armies?"
You frowned. "Well, he has a remarkably good way of judging character."
Davout chuckled louder. "Is that his wife speaking, or his Marshal!?"
That earned him a deeper frown. "Would you rather I assign you to staff duties for the duration of this campaign?"
"For the look on your face, I would be willing to risk execution." It was then you realized that he was still so remarkably comfortable, even in a situation like this. "Begging the pardon."
A moment passed, as you felt the need to pinch your nose and struggle to not scream, and then laugh at the face your deputy was making.
"I should tell you to inspect your men and prepare them for hell." You responded, a joking threat, but one that could easily be brought to reality if you willed it. "But I'm not in the mood to make you suffer. I already have to deal with Murat."
Davout nodded, before giving a small bow. "Do well Marshal. Or do you want to be-"
"I told you once, and I will say it again Davout, I am not the Empress in the field. I am the Marshal." You stated, without a moment of hesitation.
That made the Iron Marshal give a smile. "Good, I was hoping all that politics made you soft."
"Like hell." The reply was soft but enough to match the joy that Davout gave to you.
You then focused your attention on your boots. "I hope to hell they have come in bigger sizes. I hate having to spend thousands of Franks on piss poor shoes."
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Afternoon
Outside of Army of Spain Headquarters, Barcelona.
Outside of Army of Spain Headquarters, Barcelona.
A sigh escaped the lips of General Desaix, one that was mirrored by numerous men of the bodyguard surrounding you. There was a good reason for that. You were, despite the city being secured, in hostile territory, and despite Marshal Soults' best efforts, were not safe. These men were not tired, but board, hoping to see action. And you had wanted to reinforce an action you had long been trying to drill into these men.
"Something on your mind, Desaix?" It was not a normal thing for a man to be undisciplined, especially this man, who was always wishing to be out in the action, in the thick of it, even being the Chief of Staff and Deputy to Davout.
The General took a breath, realizing that his sigh prompted this. "My apologies Marshal, but unfortunately, I have been struggling for these past days to see what purpose we are under these circumstances, fighting for? The Spanish countryside is awash with bandits, but we are soldiers, not constables. The people of Spain do not enjoy this show of force we are presenting, with this army. We are striking fear into their hearts. And with no enemy to fight, that fear may turn towards us, the foreign and the other."
"That is because you are narrow-minded in our operations." The voice of the General, now Marshal Soult entered your ears, as the door to his office was opened by his bodyguards. He seemed to cross between anger and relief, but his expression was decidedly neutral.
Oh how you wished to have Murat here, perhaps he could have helped you read this man's expression.
"Marshal." You nodded as you were hurried into the room, and Desaix followed close behind, staying arm's length behind you, before going to your left, towards a window, to stare out into the city street.
"Oh, I've been made a Marshal… Does that mean that you are bringing me a Baton as well?" He stated as he went back to his desk, reading reports. "You are late, multiple weeks late Empress, what the hell happened!?" He was angry but focused on the papers and the work on his desk. "How did you remain out of communication for so long!
You raised an eyebrow, confused. "The Delays of the Armies march were due to bad weather at the Pyrenees." You replied. "Supplies had to be sledded over the mountain, messages were" You stated.
"In that time, the Thirty Five days you have been out of contact, the situation that we find ourselves in has deteriorated rapidly," Suchet stated as he signed another paper. This time, you saw its contents. A Letter of condolences. "A Great deal. But not untenable, as I feared."
"I was hoping that there would be good news." You replied. "And is there?"
Suchet for his part chuckled. "Well. Don Carlo- Sorry, King Carlos, has been crowned in Barcelona, and not in Madrid, under my request, as the city, unlike his capital in name only, is not safe, a hotbed of assassins and saboteurs who would love for his skull to decorate a pike. Then there is renegade generals of the Former Kingdom loyalists, who have declared a war of national liberation from the French foreigners, and see the king as a hostage, and refuse to negotiate."
The Marshal then poured a bottle of wine, and then drank an entire glass. "And that is just the most recent reports from the North, seeing as the South, isn't much better. Despite my victory, my leniency on the matters when my victory was achieved, and the pardoning of numerous rebel units was foolhardy. I had wished for them to go home, disarmed, and disorganized. Their officers had sworn loyalty to the King. But someone has come to them, organized them all."
"And who could have possibly armed, organized, and galvanized such resistance to restart a bloody war?" You asked. Suchet shook his head again, before offering a glass. "No thank you." You raised your hand, shaking it to avoid him assuming anything.
Suchet shrugged, before pouring a glass. "I have theories, but my spies and those of the Emperors have been silent for months now. Someone must have discovered them and routed them. My spymaster, Pierre Ducos has been working in the field for me, and he will offer his services to you if asked. The only thing we know is that British weaponry has been sighed. Cargo ships have been going in almost nightly with arms, Powder, and boots."
"Than make a formal protest to the British, ask the King to stop it?" You offered.
"That is the problem. See they are convoys that leave the city, every morning, and like clockwork, they are ransacked, robbed, of powder, arms, and boots, but none of the soldiers are taken, nor killed. There are no ransoms, no messages, no attempts by the British. They claim bandits, particularly well-armed and organized bandits. But bandits nonetheless."
"They are lying!" You raised your voice.
"Yes, and what the hell am I going to tell the king, that there is an armed insurgency that we cannot stop because of British interference, that we cannot tie to? That these arms, are traveling across the country, to cells that we know nothing about, and we have limited rules of engagement?" Suchet replied. "The King's Requests are very persuasive, and we already have to be very careful to not be seen as an active invasion force. We need proof, that my spies cannot get at this point."
"And you are leaving me this mess to return home?" You asked.
Suchet nodded. "Marshal, let it be known I did everything I could with the power I have. We should be lucky that it didn't get any worse."
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Nightfall
Brian was still awake, doing work. "I take it the meeting with the King went well?" He stated as you collapsed onto the chair next to him. He did not even try to look up to see the concern on his face. In fact, he was more focused on his dog, who wished to walk over to comfort you, before he waved, and he laid down.
"The King is a right cunt." You stated.
"Careful, we are guests in this city," Brian replied. "But yes, he is a cunt."
"How can a man be so oblivious to the situation in his country, but also expect the only people helping him to do nothing, but wait for his orders?" You complained.
"Well, we are an allied force, with a great deal of autonomy in how we conduct our operations, and we have been formally requested to follow his orders if they seem reasonable," Brian replied. "And knowing how Napoleon considers reasonable, and it being you commanding the Army, exercise patience and maybe we may find ourselves with a great deal of autonomy."
"I hate the fact I must play politics." You muttered. "And let me pet your dog!"
"He will not go towards you unless I tell him to." Brian offered. "Go."
Immediately, the golden dog ran towards you, and placed his paws on your lap, licking you with his slobber. "Good boy." You stated.
The dog then backed off, and Brian whistled.
"Brian. Thank you for coming." You stated.
"Always my dear sister. Anywhere you go, I'll follow." He said as he stood up. "Are you ready?"
"Of course. But for now, let's get some sleep, we will need it, and just because Davout doesn't need sleep, does not give you permission to stay up." You ordered. "So go to your room and go to bed."
You remained in the chair, and you drifted to sleep.
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Situations Report in Spain (Preliminary, due to lack of intelligence, these reports may be outdated, or worse, false):
The Spanish Countryside is still infested with Bandits, snipers, and hostile detachments of the Republic and rebel forces. They are targetting Spanish officials and French officers, and there is even a bounty of over twenty thousand silver coin's on the head for any French General. There is an even bigger bounty on you, standing right at around 500,000 Silver coins.
Suchet has made it clear that until the situation improves, you must remain in the city, and not take unnecessary risks.
In Northern Spain, there are not many fighting, but there are reports of Portuguese troops crossing the border, as bandits and stealing jewels, valuables, and cattle. The King has requested an Army be sent, not only to deal with it, but to support Spanish troops that are there, and give a great political victory.
In Madrid and Central Spain, Blood is on the streets. The City still burns from failed uprisings and revolutions, with the Sole Division, the newly nicknamed, Gaurd of Immortals, for being the only Spanish army unit to remain in Spain, instead of fleeing to the Americas. King Carlos, wishes to return to his capital, and proclaim a new era of the Spanish Empire. The Problem is, he needs to get there. The City and route must be secured, and with his wish to do things openly, protect the King from assassins who wish to mean him harm.
In Seville and Southern Spain… A Rebel Army is fighting. Forming, and destroying the local garrisons of Spanish troops that resworn their loyalty to the Spanish Crown. Armed with British Weapons, they are raising hell and making it impossible to govern the providences. The issues are numerous, most of all, the British losing equipment and replacing it quickly, and while the cause is there, there is no evidence that the British are arming rebels.
The King himself is content with the situation, with the new Army of Spain relieving the previous one. He is expecting much in the way of success in the coming months and years. But he is wishing for a quick end to this insurgency.
Currently, your rules of engagement have been set to a far more restrained sort, by the King of Spain himself, trying to prevent further damage in his country, but if they are engaged, they have every right and opportunity to use overwhelming force to end the problem.
The Engineers of the Army are requested to build and repair roads by the King, and if possible, dismantle old emplacements throughout the country.
The King is requesting One Corps to remain in Barcelona to serve as Garrison, and to assist his forces
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The King is requesting a French Military advisor, to serve as the French Representative in his court, besides the ambassador, and to serve as an intermediary to deliver his orders to you. Napoleon has given orders to serve at the King of Spain's Pleasure but also reminds you that his orders can be disobeyed if you feel the need to.
Napoleon also said that this alliance is far more important than glory, honor, or need for improvement. This alliance would protect France, and in the future, perhaps help a future Invasion of France.
Who do you send?
[]Yourself: You will be the Advisor, it may help you with Politics, and understand the situation clearly, it will also keep you in contact with Napoleon.
[]Brian: Your Brother is favored by the Emperor, surly King Carlos will accept him.
[]Marshal Murat: The Dandy Man is a delight in court, and has already wowed many of the court's ladies. But the King believes he is not… skilled enough in military matters to be competent.
[]Marshal Davout: The King believes this man is a military genius. But his court thinks he is boorish, and utterly… devoid of humor and tact.
[]General Desaix: You believe that General Desaix was perfect, a subordinate who can deliver orders, but also be open-minded. The Problem is, The King wishes for a Marshal, if possible. He says he only requires the most talented, not the middling of rank.
[]General Soult: You think that Soult is planning to start stealing everything not nailed down, and while that would be hilarious, you knew that it would only lead to incidents. The problem as well is that Davout trusts him with an important task, and while that statement fills you with a great deal of Trust… you also remember that this man torched and burned his way through Italy with Napoleon agreeing with it.
[]General Bessiere: A Former Inspector General, and a man you have, at least in your private mutterings, hold a bit of respect for, as he has proven to be competent in staff work, management, and being discreet.
[]General Brune: VIII Corps Deputy and commander when you are not present, you do not like him as much as the other generals and Marshals do. He is far too… happy to allow atrocities and looting to happen under his watch. The fact he is pig-headed and arrogant means he may not like being in such an important role, which will not allow him to see combat.
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All Corps Morale is set at 100. Doing missions and succeeding lowers morale slightly. Failing critically lowers morale. Leading also negates some of the lowering rolls.
Rotating Corps through operations, and allowing them to relax in the safety of Barcelona will keep them from suffering from the effects of this campaign. This long guerilla campaign
Please note, that you can request for additional Corps, or even send corps home if you think that is needed.
(Currently, You cannot request additional Corps, as War Plan Eagle requires all available Corps to be at semi readiness.)
No Corps can be rotated out, either to Barcelona or to France itself.
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Where do you send VII Corps:
[]To the North: You will send the Corps to the North, to deal with the bandits and secure the borders of Spain and Portugal. Hopefully without sparking a war.
[]To Madrid: This Corps will be sent to Madrid, and secure the city. Hopefully without a siege, or blowing up the city.
[]To the South: This Corps will go to serve as a police force in the Region, and they will do as much as they can, both to stop these guerillas, and to discover what the hell is going on with British equipment.
[]Remain in Barcelona: They will be the ones who remain in Barcelona for a time, to maintain order, and protect the King.
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Where do you send VIII Corps:
[]To the North: You will send the Corps to the North, to deal with the bandits and secure the borders of Spain and Portugal. Hopefully without sparking a war.
[]To Madrid: This Corps will be sent to Madrid, and secure the city. Hopefully without a siege, or blowing up the city.
[]To the South: This Corps will go to serve as a police force in the Region, and they will do as much as they can, both to stop these guerillas, and to discover what the hell is going on with British equipment.
[]Remain in Barcelona: They will be the ones who remain in Barcelona for a time, to maintain order, and protect the King.
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Where do you send IX Corps:
[]To the North: You will send the Corps to the North, to deal with the bandits and secure the borders of Spain and Portugal. Hopefully without sparking a war.
[]To Madrid: This Corps will be sent to Madrid, and secure the city. Hopefully without a siege, or blowing up the city.
[]To the South: This Corps will go to serve as a police force in the Region, and they will do as much as they can, both to stop these guerillas, and to discover what the hell is going on with British equipment.
[]Remain in Barcelona: They will be the ones who remain in Barcelona for a time, to maintain order, and protect the King.
AN: Enjoy, and Vote in Plan format.
