Chapter Ten: Ein Reich, Ein Volk, Ein Reichskanzler!
[30 July 1940, Wilhelmstraße 77, Berlin, Germany, 0900 Hours]
Reichskanzler Hermann Wilhelm Göring looked out onto Berlin from his office
in the
Reichkanzlei, and smiled. From a lowly flying ace flying one of Mr. Fokker's
triplanes to leader of the German Republic, it had been a long and heady journey,
punctuated with danger and intrigue.
Idly, Göring worked his shoulder up and down experimentally, wincing at the pain. His
shoulder had never quite healed right after he'd dislocated it seventeen years ago, during
the
Putsch. He was marching with the
Führer on his left, the Nazi banners held
high, when the first shots from the police rang out.
He'd seen men go down, screaming as their blood poured onto the cobblestones, the
heat of their lives dissipating into the chill air of that November day. One of those who had
gone down was none other than the
Führer himself, clutching his groin. He remembered
the race to a waiting car, then exile in Austria, then Italy, and finally Sweeden, before
returning to Germany in 1928, just before the Crisis.
Well, that was all in the past; he had important business to attend to. Pushing the button on
his intercom, one of those newfangled inventions, he spoke to his secretary. "Send Herr
Thälmann in."
"Jawohl."
Moments later, the door to his office swung open as the leader of the
Kommunistische
Partei Deutschlands entered, flanked by a
Reichsheer soldier.
Göring watched as the bald-headed man who had been a persistent thorn in his
Partei Preußen entered the office and stood in front of his desk, making a show
of not sitting down.
"Ernst, I did not call you here to tell you of more arrests of your naive young bomb
throwers." Göring said, starting off the conversation. "I instead called you here to tell
you that I have decided to commute the sentences of many of your comrades, and
release them."
Thälmann was at a loss for words. "Release them? Why?"
"Because the Soviet Union is at war with the Domination, that's why."
"As you well know, I was elected
Reichskanzler back in 1939 on the revelations of
that pretty blue-eyed, blond-haired lass that the Russians rescued, swearing to protect
germanic blood from such depredations, along with such other utter bullshit."
"Now that the slavers of the Domination are at war with the Soviet Union, your party has
become useful again, rather than a bomb-throwing annoyance."
Thälmann sighed. The Nationalists, led by Göring's
Partei Preußen, always loved
to paint the Communist Party of Germany as a bunch of bomb throwers, despite the
fact that the bomb-throwers were a small minority, compared to the masses of the
proletariat that supported them.
"I could say the same about your friends, including Herr Hitler."
Göring snorted. "Ha! Hitler is nothing but a washed up morphine addict who loves to
rant on the street corners, inciting what few local toughs who believe in him to smash
Juden owned stores. Naturally, my
Polzei Preußen take care of such rabble
in Prussia. Unfortunately, he's going to be one of those I release, to make it look like
this isn't an amnesty just for Communists."
"As for you, I have an important job for you, Herr Thälmann." added Göring, almost
as an afterthought.
"Me? What possible use could you have for me?"
"You are going to be at Tempelhof airfield tonight, and you are going to board the
Luftwaffe transport that's waiting there, along with several high-ranking officers,
and you are going to go to Kazan."
"Kazan?" asked Thälmann, obviously confused.
"A little town west of the Urals in the Soviet Union." replied Göring, causing an even
more curious stare from the KPD leader.
"I expect you to be on that plane when it takes off, no excuses, Thälmann. You're
excused," finished Göring with an utterly chilling stare that cut straight to Thälmann's
heart.
[Reichsheer Ministry, Berlin, Germany, 0930 Hours]
Generalleutenant Erich von Manstein sat in the richly padded chair in the office of the
Commander in Chief of the Reichsheer, and watched as Generaloberst Baron Werner
von Fritsch shuffled several papers across his desk, while Manstein waited patiently.
On the wall hung the portrait of the monocled Hans von Seeckt, the man who had done
more than any other man to save Germany from itself during the Crisis of 1930, when
he had marched into the
Reichstag and made his now-famous speech to the various
ringleaders of the different elements plotting and scheming while Germany burned
again for the second time in less than twenty years.
If the politicians couldn't fix this mess, the Heer would, that had been the essence of
Seeckt's speech. Far too many people had remembered the military dictatorship under
Ludendorff and Hindenburg in the later years of the Great War to let it happen again;
so a new Constitution had been written and ratified in record time, that replaced the
fractured document from 1919.
Finally signing the last paper on his desk, von Fritsch looked at Manstein for several
moments. "Manstein, you're going out to Kazan, to get the latest information from the
Soviets on this new war between them and the Domination. I expect a fully detailed
report on the developments in this new war, and what they mean for Germany and
the Heer as a whole."
"Also, try to get a straight answer from Kazan on the VK3002 programme. We haven't
been able to get anything from Guderian on this. Please do so."
"Yes sir." With that, Manstein stood up and saluted.
[Tempelhof Airport, Berlin, Germany, 1100 Hours]
As the big BMW convertible sped down the tarmac, Thälmann looked at the dizzying
array of aircraft spread all over the airport. In the black and silver
Lufthansa colors were
a few tired old Ju-52/3m's, a couple of new He-111s, which were replacing the Ju-52s
on the short haul routes within Europe, and a few Ju-252s in their special gold and silver
livery that proclaimed them as the elite of
Lufthansa, capable of flying non-stop to
exotic locations.
Most of the aircraft on the tarmac though, were the ubiqtious Douglass DC-3s, which had
burst on the scene six years ago, and had quickly come to dominate the air trade routes to
such an extent that even the Domination, much to it's chagrin, found itself buying DC-3s
on the black market to act as transports for it's General Staff. It was that good and reliable.
But the stars of every airport worldwide were the gleaming Boeing Stratoliners. Massive
four-engined beasts that could fly some at an unheard of altitude of four kilometers, due
to it's pressurized cabin which seated 33 people in comfort. Only Pan American and
American Airlines had them, though more were coming off the production line every
day for more airlines.
The rumor was that it was based off a failed bomber design for the US Army. Thälmann
could certainly believe that; after all, it was the KPD which had exposed the hidden
machinations behind the He-111 airliner, and how it had been designed from the start
to double as a bomber, which it had after the Four-Way pact of 1937.
He noticed that one aircraft, a Ju-252 in
Lufthansa colors, was sitting by itself at
the end of the runway, and that they were heading towards it. Moments later, the
convertible screeched to a halt and the driver got out and opened the door for him.
"Thank you," he replied, slipping the driver a ten mark note.
As he climbed up the ladder to the cabin, he noticed that several other people were
going up the ladder with him, people that he recognized as being in the Heer, others
from the Foreign ministry, all of them dressed in dull clothes like he was. Curiouser
and curiouser.
[Ju-252, Somewhere over the Soviet Union, 1500 Hours]
Looking out the window, he could make out the distinctive shape of
Moscow far below on the horizon, the ring shaped road running around
it like a belt a dead giveaway.
The low drone of the three Junkers engines filled the cabin, and with a sigh,
he turned to the man who was sitting in the seat next to him, a man with silvery
hair and cheeky jowls.
"How much further do we have to fly?"
Manstein looked at the stranger he'd ended up next to and sighed inwardly.
"Is this your first time?"
"Yes."
Glancing out the window, Manstein noted where they were. "We're near Moscow,
that means we only have another hundred kilometers or so to go. I give us a little
over an hour. Maybe two if we hit a storm front. Russia's like that."
Nodding, Thälmann turned away from the man, and watched as the seemingly
endless panorama of farmland and small villages stretched on for hundreds
of miles.
And the Draka think they can conquer all this? he thought.
They must
be even bigger fools than the NSDAP had been. Expelling all the Juden?
Madness!
[Kazan Proving Grounds, Soviet Union. 1600 Hours]
As the engines on the Junkers snarled to a stop, Thälmann took a deep
breath of the rich pine-scented air. He'd never been this far into Russia;
he'd only visited Moscow a few times as the head of the KPD for various
international party congresses.
The last time he'd gone to Moscow in 1936, a lot of the old faces from the
1920s were simply missing. When he'd asked about them, there had been
an uneasy silence in the air, like something unpleasant had died in the room,
yet no one wanted to talk about it.
Waiting for them was a honor guard of troops standing at the ready as the sun
slowly dipped below the horizon. Taking a deep breath, he walked down the
boarding ladder and through the honor guard, before coming to a stop in front
of a burly man wearing the blue cap of State Security. What was it they were
called now? Back in the 1930s, they'd been called the NKVD. But they'd
changed their name, and he couldn't remember what the new name was.
"Major Ovsianikov of the
Ministerstvo Gosudarstvennoi Bezopasnosti,
please state your name and purpose for coming here." said the State
Security man in near-perfect German.
"Ernst Thälmann,
Kommunistische Partei Deutschlands head, here on
Reichskanzler Göring's order."
Nodding, Ovsianikov moved to the man who'd sat next to him during the
whole flight.
"Erich von Manstein,
Generalleutenant,
Reichsheer, here on
Generaloberst von Fritsch's orders."
Thälmann slowly digested this bit of information. So a
Reichsheer officer
had been here often enough to know how long it took...interesting...most
interesting.
He listened as the Major went down, taking everyone's name down, before
returning to the head of the line. "Attention everyone. It's too late now to do
anything, so we're going to take you to the Foreign Worker's block on the
Proving Grounds, we've set aside rooms for you, we hope that they'll meet
your standards."
[31 July, 1940 - Foreign Worker's Block - Kazan Proving Grounds - 0700 Hours]
Slowly, Thälmann woke up to the sound of a rooster crowing. Last night, they'd
taken them all to a long stretch of nondescript buildings in the backs of ZIL trucks,
which bounced over every imperfection in the road. The guards in the back had
been apologetic, explaining that it was for security, after all, we couldn't have an
entire line of limousines telling everyone that a bunch of VIPs was in the area,
now could we?
After performing the routine toiletry acts of showering and shaving, he stepped
outside, and saw his companions from yesterday walking around in their true
colors.
My God, so many German officers, what is going on here?
He fell in line behind a bunch of officers, and followed them to what appeared
to be a canteen. Inside, he saw Red Army officers, their broad shoulderboards
and olive drab uniforms distinguishing them from their German counterparts,
mingling freely and talking excitedly about things he couldn't understand,
like armor slope, and penetration in millimeters, whatever that meant.
Finding Manstein, he sat down next to him with a meal, and began to ask
questions.
"What is this place?"
"Ah, it's a joint Soviet/German site, run by our two governments since oh, 1927,
when Krasnov consolidated his power in Moscow. Ever wonder where our
Panzerwaffe and
Luftwaffe sprung from so suddenly and completely
in 1937? This is where they came from."
Nodding, Thälmann continued to eat his breakfast. Yes, that had been a big surprise
to everyone in 1937, the way Germany suddenly acquired hundreds of panzers as
good as everyone else in Europe was making all out of the blue, or how she had
gained purpose built fighters and ground attack aircraft, instead of hodgepodges
like the He-111.
"Back in '27, the Ivans were in a nasty bind. They were trying to build a modern
armaments industry out of the shambles of the Great War and the Russian Civil
War, while we were prohibited by Versailles from possessing anything that could
have any military function. So naturally, we co-operated."
"Why am I here, then?" asked Thälmann. "I don't have any knowledge of what
your comrades are speaking about."
"Oh that. I think Göring wants to prove to you that his government can be a
reliable ally to the Soviet Union, so your boys stop agitating in the streets.
Revealing to you that the Soviet Union and Germany have been allied in all
but name for the last thirteen years probably helps a lot. But that's just
my opinion, Herr Thälmann."
[Testing Circuit - Kazan Proving Grounds - 0900 Hours]
[OOC: The German/Russian officers assigned to Kazan have at least
a working knowlege of the other's language, so they can converse
without interpreters.]
Manstein watched as the grey-painted tank whipped around the muddy track
at speed, the interleaved roadwheels jiggling up and down like a hypnotic
work of art while the angled sides of the tank gleamed in the early-morning
sun.
"Impressive is it not?" came a voice from behind him. Turning around, he
saw a stocky Soviet officer wearing General of the Army shoulderboards
coming up to him, a peasant's grin on his face.
"Yes, certainly is, Georgi Konstantinovich. I'm worried about the roadwheels,
though. They look too complicated for battle."
Zhukov laughed. "Did you know that Daimler-Benz wanted to produce a near
carbon copy of our very own T-34? But apparently Germanic pride won out in
the end, so we got this beast a few months ago by airship."
"When it works, it's massively superior over our T-34, and maybe even just a little
better than our
Objeckt 136, which we're also testing here."
A hideous screeching noise suddenly rent the morning air, and the tank slowly
came to a stop in a spray of mud, smoke beginning to rise from it's engine deck.
"Today is not one of those times, I fear."
A hatch opened in the turret, and a mud-spattered officer climbed out from within,
and jumped into the mud, cursing as he did so.
"As you can see, there's a reason your people have taken to calling Comrade
Guderian
Der Schnell Heinz." He never drives anything slow. It's always
faster, faster!"
Walking up to the pair of officers, Guderian wiped the mud off his face and saluted
Manstein.
Generalmajor Guderian reporting for duty, sir."
"Ah, my dear Heinz, Berlin sent me to see what's going on with the VK-3002
prototypes. You haven't been answering them enough apparently." replied
Manstein with a grin.
"The prototype is doing pretty good...when it works. The frontal armor scheme
is proof against the 100mm Draka tank guns most of the time. I've recommended
that we improve the overall protection on the front mantle from 120mm to
around 140mm to have a chance of defeating it reliably enough for me to be
willing to send them into combat against the Draka."
Zhukov clucked at that. "Ah, comrade, what about the sides? You only have an
effective protection of 50mm there, about roughly equivalent to our old T-31s."
Guderian sighed. Manstein could see that this was an argument that the two of
them had had many times before. "General, Germany is not the Soviet Union,
we do not have a massive expanse of absolutely flat steppe, but instead forested
valleys, where mobility is more important than sheer firepower and armor. The
VK 3002 is more suited to European armored combat than your KS tanks."
"And our tests have shown that the long 75mm is just good enough to penetrate
the frontal armor of the Hond III at twelve hundred meters, while taking up less
space and weight than your 100mm D-10s. In fact, I hear that there's talk of
buying the gun from us to regun your T-34s so they can defeat the Hond III at
combat ranges."
Zhukov nodded. "Yes, yes, I know this, you've told me this before; but I ask you
again, why in God's name do your engineers put roller-bearings into
each tank
tread?"
Guderian could only shrug. "Greater efficiency, less vibration, more speed."
[Officer's Hall - Kazan Proving Grounds - 1200 Hours]
The three officers now cleaned up from their sojurn on the testing track, and in
fresh uniforms, sat at one of the tables eating their food, which had been brought
over by a busty waitress in traditional Russian dress.
"Ah, sometimes I wonder if German women are the end all," remarked Guderian
as he began to tear into his lunch.
Suddenly, the Russians who had been listening to the news announcements around
a radio at one end of the hall cried out.
"What's going on?" asked Manstein, to which Zhukov replied. "Tbilisi has fallen. The
Snakes just wiped out the last pocket of resistance after encircling it several days ago
with their Eleventh and First Armies."
"All of Georgia is now effectively under Draka control. Tbilisi was the last major pocket
of resistance in Georgia," remarked Manstein as he took a bite out of his sausage.
"Not to worry, Tbilisi was going to fall anyway. It was inevitable; too few troops in
the region to stop the snake assault. However, we control the only passes over the
mountains in northern Georgia, and their Sixth Army is battering itself to pieces
against the 228nd Rifle Corps' defensive lines along the Caspian."
Zhukov paused to take another spoonful of borscht before continuing.
"This is only the beginning, Comrades."
THE END
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APPENDIX: Soviet and Draka Arms and Equipment
The Union of Soviet Socialist Republics
Small Arms
Pistolet-Pulemyot Shpagina obr 1939 (PPSh-39)
Caliber: 7.62x25mm Soviet auto
Length: 838mm
Weight (unloaded): 3.64kg
Magazine: 35 round detachable box or 71 round drum
Rate of Fire: 900rpm
Samozaryadnaya Vintovka Tokareva obr 1938 (SVT-38)
Caliber: 7.62x54 mm R
Overall length: 1226 mm
Barrel length: 625 mm
Weight: 3.85 kg
Magazine: 10 round detachable box
Mosin-Nagant M1891/30
Caliber: 7.62x54 mm R
Overall length: 1234 mm
Barrel length: 730 mm
Weight: 3.85 kg
Magazine: 5 round integral
Anti-Tank Weapons
PTRD antitank rifle
Caliber: 14.5mm
Overall length: 2000 mm
Weight: 17.3 kg
Magazine: Single Shot Bolt Action
Raketniy Protivotankoviy Granatomet-1 (RPG-1)
Calibre: 60mm
Range: 150m
Weight: 5.8 kg
Length: 1,400mm
HEAT Penetration: 100mm
NOTE: Fires Special Shrapnel and Flame warheads
Machine Guns
DShKM 12.7mm HMG
caliber: 12,7x109 mm
weight: 34 kg MG body, 157 kg on universal wheeled mount
Length: 1625 mm
Length of barrel: 1070 mm
Feeding: belt 50 rounds
Rate of fire: 600 rounds/min
Degtyarev Pechotnyi (or DP LMG)
caliber: 7.62x54mm R
weight: 8.4 kg w/o magazine; 11.3 kg with loaded magazine
Length: 1266 mm
Feeding: Pan Magazine, 47 Rounds
Rate of fire: 600 rounds/min
Maxim-Sokolov M1910
Caliber: 7.62x54mm R
Length overall: 1,107mm
Barrel length: 723mm
Weight: 23.8 kg
Mount weight: 36 kg
Feed: 250 round belt
Rate of Fire: 520-580 RPM
Tanks
T-31
76.2mm F-34
Armor:
90mm Effective Hull Front
70mm Effective Turret Front
60mm Effective Sides (Hull & Turret)
T-34
85mm ZiS
Armor:
90mm Effective Hull Front
60mm Effective Hull Sides
100mm Effective Turret Front
80mm Effective Turret Sides
LT-3
85mm ZiS
Armor:
120mm Effective Hull Front
90mm Effective Hull Sides
130mm Effective Turret Front
120mm Effective Turret Sides
KS-1 M1939
122mm D-25T
Armor:
190mm Effective Hull Front
90mm Effective Hull Sides
120mm Effective Turret Front
100mm Effective Turret Sides
KS-1 M1940
100mm D-10
Armor:
190mm Effective Hull Front
90mm Effective Hull Sides
120mm Effective Turret Front
100mm Effective Turret Sides
KS-2
100mm D-10
Armor:
260mm Effective Hull Front
110mm Effective Hull Sides
220mm Effective Turret Front
200mm Effective Turret Sides
Tank Destroyers
SU-76
76.2mm F-34
Armor:
70mm Effective Hull Front
30mm Effective Hull Sides
SU-85
85mm ZiS
Armor:
80mm Effective Hull Front
60mm Effective Hull Sides
SU-100
100mm D-10
Armor:
90mm Effective Hull Front
60mm Effective Hull Sides
Assault Guns
ISU-76
76.2mm F-34
Armor:
90mm Effective Hull Front
30mm Effective Hull Sides
ISU-122
122mm D-25T
Armor:
140mm Effective Hull Front
90mm Effective Hull Sides
ISU-152
152mm ML-20
Armor:
190mm Effective Hull Front
90mm Effective Hull Sides
Armored Cars & Light Tanks
BA-64
7.62mm DT MG
Armor:
20mm Effective Hull Front
10mm Effective Hull Sides
10mm Effective Turret Front
10mm Effective Turret Sides
T-60
20mm TNSh Autocannon
Armor:
40mm Effective Hull Front
20mm Effective Hull Sides
20mm Effective Turret Front
20mm Effective Turret Sides
Aircraft
MiG-3
Equips Special Guards Interceptor units
640 km/h top speed
1 x 12.7mm MG and 2 x 7.62mm MGs
Yak-1
Primary VVS Fighter in 1940
540 km/h Top Speed
1 x 20mm ShVAK, 1 x 12.7mm MG
LaGG-3
Lost out to Yak-1 in tests, equipped second line squadrons
560 km/h Top Speed
1 x 20mm ShVAK, 2 x 12.7mm MGs
I-16 Rata
Equips only third line training units by 1940
490 km/h top speed
4 x 7.62 mm ShKAS machine guns
Il-2 Shturmovik
Primary Ground Attack aircraft of VVS
370 km/h top speed
2 x 23mm cannon
2 x 7.62mm machine guns
1 x 12.7mm rearward firing gun
8 x 82mm or 4 x 132mm rockets
2 x 550lb (250kg) or 4 x 220lb (100kg) bombs
Pe-2
Primary Light Bomber of VVS
1 x 7.62mm MG, 1 x 12.3mm MG in nose
2 x 12.3mm MG (dorsal and ventral)
6 x 100kg bombs (internally)
or
4 x 250kg bombs (externally)
The Domination of the Draka
Small Arms
T-4 Rifle
Copy of the German Mauser 98 rifle, redesigned for more
rapid production, and cheapness. Fires a 7.5mm round. Primary
infantry arm of the Janissary Corps.
T-7 Selective Fire Rifle
A T-6 Self Loading Rifle modified to carry a heavier reciever, allowing
for full automatic fire using a specially developed 5.5mm high velocity
cartridge. Was introduced in 1936, but withdrawn from active service
in every Citizen unit except for the Airborne Legions, due to having
poor range and knockdown power, which was highlighted by the loss
of entire Citizen Force sticks in the Afghan territories to Peshmerga
guerillas firing at ranges beyond that of the T-7's round.
T-7B Selective Fire Rifle
Modification of the original T-7 rifle, to fire the old 7.5mm full power
cartridge. Current service rifle of the Domination's Citizen Forces.
S-1 SMG
Developed in 1921 as a personal protective weapon that can be carried
by Citizens allowing them to hold off large numbers of enemy combatants
due to experience learned in the eastern provinces, and as glove box
compartment "life preserver". Chambered in the 10x15mm used in the
Tolgren Automatic Pistol of 1912
S-2 SMG
Experience showed that an even smaller weapon was needed for personal
use due to the extremely dangerous streets of Cario, and other Persian cities,
where islamic extremists continued to kidnap Citizens, despite the massive
penalties for harming a citizen (entire village impaled).
The S-1 was too bulky for use in every situation. So Kurenwohr Combine was
given the contract for the new weapon, and the design that emerged was a
bakelite encased, steel reinforced SMG firing a 5mm cartridge from a 60 round
banana magazine. It is half the weight and much smaller than the S-1. It remains
an internal security and personal protection weapon rather than a combat weapon
due to the poor range of the 5mm cartridge.
Machine Guns
K1939 LMG
Developed to replace the aging K1924 LMG, the K1939 fires a 7mm round at
a cyclic rate of 1,000 RPM, versus the 870 of the K1924.
K1939 MMG
Same as LMG version, but on heavier tripod mount, allowing greater accuracy.
K1925 HMG
Fires a 13mm round at a cyclic rate of 400 RPM, replaced the older K1914 HMG.
Tanks
Hond IIC
(Older model given Armored Skirts to protect from RPGs and given
HEAT rounds and sent in combat to counter KS-1s)
90mm K1936
Armor:
90mm Effective Hull Front
50mm Effective Hull Sides
110mm Effective Turret Front
50mm Effective Turret Sides
Hond III
(The Hond III with Armored Skirts, is designated the IIIB, appears 3 months into war)
100mm K1939
Armor:
130mm Effective Hull Front
80mm Effective Hull Sides
150mm Effective Turret Front
80mm Effective Turret Sides
Cheetah Airborne Tank
75mm K1936 (Low Recoil Variant)
Armor:
40mm Effective Hull Front
20mm Effective Hull Sides
30mm Effective Turret Front
10mm Effective Turret Sides
Armored Personnel Carriers
Peltast I
(Older Janissary Wheeled APC, is still around due to scarcity of Peltast IIs)
Carries 12 Janissaries
13mm MG (Open Topped)
Armor:
10mm Effective Hull Front
10mm Effective Hull Sides
Peltast II
(New Janissary APC, very fast, has turret for MG)
Carries 12 Janissaries
13mm MG (Turreted)
Armor:
20mm Effective Hull Front
10mm Effective Hull Sides
20mm Effective Turret Front
10mm Effective Turret Sides
Hoplite II
20mm K1939 Autocannon
Carries 11 Citizens
Armor:
60mm Effective Hull Front
40mm Effective Hull Sides
50mm Effective Turret Front
30mm Effective Turret Sides
Armored Specialist Vehicles
Dragon II
(Armored Anti-Aircraft Vehicle)
2 x 20mm K1925 Autocannons
Armor:
60mm Effective Hull Front
40mm Effective Hull Sides
50mm Effective Turret Front
30mm Effective Turret Sides
Aardvark II
(Armored Engineer Vehicle)
155mm Spigot Mortar
Turret Mounted Flamethrower
Armor:
60mm Effective Hull Front
40mm Effective Hull Sides
50mm Effective Turret Front
30mm Effective Turret Sides
Javelin II
(Armored Mortar Vehicle)
120mm K1938 Automortar
Armor:
60mm Effective Hull Front
40mm Effective Hull Sides
50mm Effective Turret Front
30mm Effective Turret Sides
Proteus I
(Tank Destroyer on Modified Hond I chassis, produced 4 months into war)
90mm K1936 (Loaded with HEAT)
Armor:
30mm Effective Hull Front
20mm Effective Hull Sides
Self-Propelled Artillery
Leeu 105mm
Armor:
30mm Effective Hull Front
20mm Effective Hull Sides
10mm Effective Turret Front
10mm Effective Turret Sides
Leeu 155mm
Armor:
30mm Effective Hull Front
20mm Effective Hull Sides
10mm Effective Turret Front
10mm Effective Turret Sides
Leeu 175mm
Armor:
30mm Effective Hull Front
20mm Effective Hull Sides
10mm Effective Turret Front
10mm Effective Turret Sides
Leeu 203mm
Armor:
30mm Effective Hull Front
20mm Effective Hull Sides
10mm Effective Turret Front
10mm Effective Turret Sides
Aircraft
Falcon II
Removed from service in June 1940
470 km/h top speed
1 x 20mm, 2 x 13mm MGs
Falcon III
560 km/h top speed
2 x 20mm
Eagle II
(Interceptor)
600 km/h top speed
4 x 20mm
Rhino I
(Ground Attack)
400 km/h top speed
4 x 20mm, 1 x 50mm
4 x 250 kg Bombs (externally)
Elephant I
(Level Bomber)
450 km/h top speed
2 x 13mm MGs (Rear Turret), 1 x 13mm (Ventral)
4 x 500 kg Bombs (Internally)
Other Nations
Douglas DC-3
274 km/h cruise speed
1,650 km range
21 Passengers
Boeing Model 307 Stratoliner
354 km/h cruise speed
3,846 km range
33 Passengers (Pressurized)
Junkers Ju-52/3m
200 km/h cruising speed
800 km range
17 Passengers
Heinkel He-111
300 km/h cruise speed
1,000 km range
15 Passengers
Junkers Ju-252
340 km/h cruise speed (SWAG)
3,980 km range
35 Passengers
) and seemed mary-sueish. Ruin them, please.
