The Egyptian campaign.
December 1940 and we are pushing into Egypt against a curiously weak Allied resistance. I had planned on waiting for more troops, but Alexandria was just too tempting:
Surprisingly there is no Allied air presence. All over in Morocco perhaps? Or a deception to suck me into doing something silly?
January 1941. That line along the Nile looks tough. More ground and air units have arrived and I start thinking about hooking round it from the south:
February and Kragdob’s main units have run away:
I can’t understand this. What is left is too weak to delay me significantly, but enough that I don’t see that Kragdob would simply sacrifice it. I strongly suspect a trap. Yet I can see no choice but to push ahead. End of turn:
Late February and we are across the Canal in force with no resistance in sight:
Early April and we are getting nicely strung out as we drive for the Iraqi border:
Somewhere over the horizon the Commonwealth forces are digging themselves in. And the Iraqis are preparing their uprising. Somehow I don’t think that it is going to go well for them.