A World Of Razor Wire: A Cold War Alternate History

Road To A Divided World (Part 1)
I know this may not be the most realistic. I'd be happy to discuss my thought process.

Being persuaded by some of his advisors, Hitler allowed for German support of pro-Axis factions within the Turkish government for a potential coup in July of 1941. Turkish officers sympathetic to Germany and convinced by successes in the Balkans, carry it out and seize power. In return for their aid, Turkey was allowed to take whatever Soviet territory in the Caucasus it takes as well as Cyprus, Northern Iraq and parts of Syria. The Italians also offered them islands that were part of Greece which the Turks considered their own territory. After the fascists took power, they joined German forces in the attack on the USSR, justifying the move as a protective measure meant to ensure that Turkey would never have to fear an attack by the Soviets. They also pushed Free France forces out of Syria and begin moving into Iraq, garnering the support of those who sought to expel the British from the country and remained undeterred by the defeat of the Golden Square group.

The British responded by sending as many soldiers from India as possible, making the Middle East a much more intense theatre of the war. German and Italian forces in North Africa seek to push into Egypt as soon as possible with the Turks pushing south. The British tried to fortify Iran as much as possible from possible Axis invasions. The Turks pushed into the Armenian, Azerbaijani and Georgian SSRs but become bogged down in the mountains. Despite attempts to overwhelm Soviet forces in the Caucasus, the ultimate prize of Baku was within Soviet control. The Soviets also arm Kurdish nationalists who further wear down Turkish units. Support only further increased once America was brought into the war after the Pearl Harbor attack. US supplies began making their way to Iran and into the Caucasus.

By late 1943, it was clear that the Allies possessed the initiative. In late 1944, France was liberated and Mussolini had committed suicide before he could be arrested by Italian partisans. Around that same time, all Axis forces were expelled from the territory of the USSR and the drive to Berlin began. By early 1945, Romania and Bulgaria had fallen to the Red Army. Turkey tried to sue for peace with Stalin, but the entire country was overwhelmed by Soviet forces. Kurdish resistance fighters operating in Syria, Turkey and Iraq were given enough support that they were able to clear their ancestral territory of Axis forces. After breaking through Hungary and Poland, the Soviets swarmed into Germany from the east while America, Britain and Canada did the same from the west. The Wehrmacht fought as best it could, holding out until the beginning of fall in 1945. Hitler himself committed suicide during the fight for Berlin in September of that year. The Soviets began planning for operations against Japan soon after.

Come the beginning of 1946, most of northern and eastern Germany is under Soviet control as well as most of Turkey and the majority of Eastern Europe. Western Armenia was annexed to the Armenian SSR. The Kurds were to be given their own nation created from the territories they now posed. Communist parties in Eastern Europe prepare to take power in upcoming rigged elections planned for after Axis force were expelled. In the Soviets then invaded Japanese territory in Eastern Asia, targeting Manchukuo, Korea, and China proper. Manchuria was taken in a month and a half, with the entirety of the Korean Peninsula taken as well. Choibalsan's army pushed into Mengjiang with the support of the Red Army, taking over Inner Mongolia. Prince Teh was publicly executed in Ulaanbataar in 1950 after a show trial. The Japanese surrendered in November after the nuclear destruction of Hiroshima and Osaka.
 
add Turkey and a year more of war and the Soviet will be hardly in a good position, more death, more destruction and in OTL 1946 they were in the middle of a famine (the last of the big one)
 
Road To A Divided World (Part 2)
In Moscow, news of the final defeat of the Axis Powers is met with immense celebrations. In a speech broadcast from the Kremlin, Stalin announces that the Palace of the Soviets will resume construction, though this time under the name of the 'Palace of the Revolution' in order to signify its purpose as a cultural hub for the international socialist movement. Much of the building material would be provided by Axis POWs still in labor camps. Communist governments start to take power in Eastern Europe around this time. Berlin is the crown jewel of the new Soviet empire, being the capital of the nascent GDR which encompassed most of Eastern Germany and much of its northern parts. East Prussia becomes part of the USSR while West Prussia and Upper Silesia is annexed by Poland. Silesia and Pomerania remain under the authority of the GDR. The Black Sea was entirely under East Bloc control. Czechoslovakia falls under Soviet influence in 1948 as a result of a coup in Prague.

Not all in Eastern Europe went Moscow's way though. Yugoslavia was not within Stalin's sphere of influence and Tito was proving himself to be a major annoyance. With no real guarantee of Yugoslav compliance, a potential wild card was sitting right in the middle of a region of enormous significance to both power blocs. Dean Acheson pressed President Truman to give support for Tito upon realizing the level of suspicion Tito held for Stalin's motives. The Greek Civil War ends with many Greek communists fleeing to Yugoslavia, Bulgaria and Turkey to escape arrest.

The combination of creation of the Kurdish People's Republic right after the end of WWII, the formation of a Communist state in Turkey and the local uprising that formed the Azerbaijan People's Government greatly trouble the Iranian leadership who feared that the Soviets might make a play for the northern part of the country. Kurds in Northwest Iran use weapons seized from the army during the Allied invasion in 1941 and are able to expel local forces before declaring the Republic of Mahabad which would soon become another part of the KPR. The Azerbaijan People's Republic was given enough Soviet made weapons to repel the forces Tehran sent to crush them, forcing the Shah's government to acknowledge the independence of the APG. For the moment however, it seemed that an uprising by the rest of Iran's Kurds and Azeris was avoided. Stalin decided to pull Soviet forces out of Iran after that, deciding that it would not be wise to incur sanctions against the USSR by pushing futher.

In China, the end of the Second Sino-Japanese War causes the Civil War to resume. The ROCA's push against the Communists in Manchuria stalls due to a lack of supplies and the front bogs down into a stalemate. The Kuomintang's problems are further exacerbated by the uprising in Taiwan against the new Chinese authorities, which requires the deployment of large numbers of ROCA troops to quell. The deaths of nearly twenty thousand Taiwanese people has become a major embarrassment in Nanjing. The Ma Clique also has its hands full fighting Uyghur separatists as well as forces of the Mongolian People's Republic which took control of Inner Mongolia in the final days of WWII and led to many Han Chinese fleeing south. Urumqi falls to the forces of the Second East Turkestan Republic as a result of the KMT being forced to face two opponents in the region.

In April 1948, Mao is killed during a mortar strike during a visit to a guerrilla detachment, forcing Lin Biao to take command of the PLA. He is able to take advantage of the Kuomintang's splitting of resources to Taiwan and Xinjiang in order to capture Beijing and Tientsin but can go no further. The communist insurgents operating in Shandong are forced out by this time and rejoin the rest.. However, the war becomes a static slog once more, draining the resources of both sides. Both the Americans and Soviets were unwilling to risk a conflict over China and forced the KMT and CCP leadership to begin peace talks in Bangkok, concluding in early 1949. As a result, the existence of the Second East Turkestan Republic (renamed the Uyghurstan People's Republic), the People's Republic of China and Mongolia's added territories are all officially recognized. Though the Kuomintang is able to control the lion's share of China, they also now have four communist states as neighbors. Korea is the only one of the four to not have any real involvement in the conflict, with Kim Il Sung prioritizing economic and social reforms.

While neither superpower was involved with the partition of India, it still results in massive bloodshed. Sectarian violence erupts in many cities, causing the deaths of tens of thousands and millions to become refugees as they try to make it to either Hindu majority areas or the provinces that will soon become part of Pakistan. Footage of bodies filling up railways platforms makes its way worldwide as does pictures of those killed during skirmishes between Hindus, Muslims and Sikhs. The violence becomes the basis for a brief war between Pakistan and India.

The detonation of a Soviet nuclear weapon in August of 1949 shortly following the creation of NATO ensures that tensions between the two superpowers remain high. With the old empires of Europe starting to crumble, what is to come in the next ten years is anyone's guess.

Soviet Bloc states as of 12/31/1949:

Union of Soviet Socialist Republics

People's Republic of Poland

German Democratic Republic

People's Republic of Bulgaria

Socialist Republic of Romania

Hungarian People's Republic

Czechoslovak People's Republic

People's Socialist Republic of Albania

People's Republic of Turkey

Kurdish People's Republic

Azeri People's Government

People's Republic of Turkestan

Mongolia People's Republic

People's Republic of China

Democratic People's Republic of Korea
 
A Birthday Party And Future Plans
Note: Dialogue in this segment is in Russian

December 9th, 1949

Hall of the Order of St George, Kremlin

The assembled leaders stood from their seats as the two guards pulled open the doors, letting Stalin walk into the room. The Soviet leader's birthday was an event that demanded the presence of the men chosen to lead his new vassal states. They were seated at a massive table and waiting for the food to be brought out. Some of them had translators with them while some were alone, confident enough in their Russian speaking skills to get by.

Stalin smiled and waved as he made his way over to his seat at the head of the table. Glasses of wine were poured by nearby waiters and once they were filled, Stalin began to speak.

"Comrades, these past ten years have put one trial before us after another. We have been forced to confront powerful enemies bent on undoing the work of Lenin. But their efforts have been for naught."

The group clapped. Stalin nodded and continued speaking.

"Our camp has grown as well. A decade ago, comrade Choibalsan was the only other leader in the socialist camp. I am in awe of how many have joined in the years since. There is a great deal of work to be done, but I have faith that you will do extraordinary things.” He raised his wine glass.

“To the revolution, and the might of the worker!” Stalin said.

“To the revolution, and the might of the worker!” his guests echoed. They all downed their drinks as the doors opened and a feast made its way over to the table. Hoxha whispered something in his aide’s ear and the aide turned to Mohamet Tamer, Turkey’s new ruler.

“Comrade Tamer, Comrade Hoxha wishes to know what your thoughts are on consolidating our defenses in the Mediterranean.” Tamer pursed his lips.

“We are still restructuring our army. We need to purge neo-Ottoman thought as best we can, get rid of the old guard. The border with Greece is a cause for concern though I can attest that the Balkans shall be a fortress against Western aggression. With the help of the Albanian comrades, we can ensure our security in the Aegean Sea and provide help in the Ionian. The Black Sea belongs to the socialist camp, that is not debatable.”

Stalin nodded.

“And if need be, our navies will sail through the Bospherous to crush the Imperialists.”

Kim Il Sung grinned.

“I believe it would be prudent to train for coordinated actions against the Imperialists in our respective regions.”

“Explain,” said Ulbricht.

“You face the Americans, British and French in your part of Europe, Comrade Ulbricht. Comrades Qasim, Choibalsan, Biao, and I face Chiang.”

Choibalsan laughed.

“Even with the miserable state of Chiang’s military, it would be years before we can take offensive actions.”

“We don’t need to attack him,” said Uyghurstan’s ruler. “We need to fortify our borders with China as best we can. We need to prepare for offensive actions by the Imperialists. There is a great deal of work that cannot be allowed to be disrupted. That being said, Comrade Kim, Korea will need to fortify itself as best possible.”

“There is also Tito to be concerned with,” said Chervenkov. The Bulgarian swallowed a forkfull of steak before continuing.

“He is unpredictable. Intransigent. If he were to throw in his lot with NATO it could be catastrophic for the security of the socialist camp.” Dej nodded.

“His military is battle hardened. He could make things in the Balkans very difficult for us.”

“We will prepare as best we can,” said Tamer. “Our camp shall be a fortress, a bastion of the proletariat’s might.”

“Indeed,” Stalin told him. “We will respond to any foolish actions that NATO chooses to undertake but we will act defensively.”

“Of course, Comrade Stalin,” Tamer replied. Talk soon turned to Kim Il Sung’s wife and children who’d be arriving in Moscow for the New Year’s celebrations, military matters being brushed to the side for the time being.
 
House Cleaning
Meanwhile,

West Garden, Presidential Palace, Nanjing

Silence.

If there was a single longing etched into the hearts of China's people, it was the desire for silence.

This was what Ching Kuo had emphasized during his interview with the Times of London reporter earlier that day. After enduring over twenty-five years of ceaseless warfare—both internal strife and foreign invasions—China's people craved tranquility. They yearned for time to reconstruct their economy, mend their society, and rebuild their lives.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, the generalissimo's son sat at a table, perusing a report while savoring his tea. The document detailed the recent apprehension of two hundred army officers, their incompetence and corruption laid bare. Their ill-gotten assets had been seized by the state, and the severity of their transgressions would dictate their fate: forced retirement, imprisonment, or even execution.

Yet, amongst these targets, Ching Kuo harbored a distinct interest in capturing a more prominent quarry: Chen Yi. Though acknowledged as a capable military commander, Chen's tenure as Taiwan's governor had been an unmitigated catastrophe. He squandered the goodwill the island's populace might have harbored toward the Kuomintang. Chen's refusal to address the Taiwanese in their native tongue—Japanese, a language they had spoken for decades—revealed a glaring disconnect. He secluded himself within Taipei's town hall, granting free rein to opportunists. Rarely did he engage directly with the Taiwanese. The fallout of quelling an uprising ignited by his own negligence proved to be a tragic waste of life and economic potential. At a juncture where every productive asset held unparalleled value, Chen had essentially ignited a bank vault ablaze, consuming precious resources.

For Ching Kuo, a mere forced retirement wouldn't suffice. He yearned to see Chen Yi face a court martial.

Fortunately, a promising cadre of politically reliable officers was emerging from institutions like Whampoa and other academies, a testament to the adoption of a West Point framework. The gaps within the ranks would soon be replenished with the capable and the dependable. Ridding the military of the inept, the corrupt, and the cowardly was aimed at reinforcing China's security and the regime's stability.

Ching Kuo had also floated the idea of appointing Sun Li-Jen as the head of Whampoa. The presence of a renowned war hero at the academy's helm would undoubtedly attract aspiring students. Learning under the tutelage of the commander of the famed 'Best Army under heaven' would be a remarkable honor, a testament to their dedication.

A meeting with Chen Cheng regarding the opium predicament was slated for the following month. The strategy involved redirecting drug dealers toward laborious tasks, while growers and addicts would receive more lenient treatment. Poppies' cultivation zones could be transitioned into spaces for rice and grain, effectively breaking the stranglehold organized crime had over the economy. China's major cities were already embarking on industrialization, a challenging endeavor given their limited access to Manchuria's factories. Nevertheless, progress was being achieved.

The time had come to fulfill the promise his father had heralded: the end of the century of humiliation.
 
Not too impressed
December 28th, 1949.

Hohhot, Mongolian People's Republic.

The moment Tahar swallowed his tea, the biting cold seemed to recede from his body. Even within the confines of the new office building that served as his workplace, the chill found its way to seep in. Plains winters were like that, and this season was shaping up to be a tedious one, a fact that was not lost on him.

He knew his wife Chakha, four months into her pregnancy, would likely not enjoy it. Already displaying temperamental moods, her condition wasn't making things easier. Still, the idea of giving birth in spring held some appeal to her. The time of year when life burst forth anew seemed a fitting backdrop for the arrival of their offspring. The thought of holding their child for the first time often crossed Tahar's mind, injecting a sense of purpose into his otherwise monotonous duties.

His current task involved overseeing the gradual integration of Mongolians from the former Inner Mongolia into the military. His responsibilities encompassed the creation of new units and the appointment of NCOs to train the recruits. As dull as the work was, Tahar couldn't deny anticipating the challenges. They were more or less having to build whole new units from scratch. The military that had been assembled under Mengjiang's rule held little value—a fact he had come to recognize from his own experiences.

He was a corporal then, a lieutenant now. On the eve of his being sent into battle, Nazi Germany teetered on the brink of collapse, while the Soviet Union began shifting its gaze toward Japan's dominion. At the time, Tahar had expected some form of action to come his way, yet the orders streaming from Ulaanbaatar caught him off guard.

Head south, crush the puppet prince in Kalgan, drive out the imperialists.

Reunify the Mongolian people.

While he was no political genius, he understood well enough that such directives wouldn't have come from Choibalsan without Stalin's approval. If Stalin had smiled on this campaign, who was he to question his orders?

His company found itself embroiled in several battles against the army cobbled together by 'Prince De' with Japanese assistance. In these engagements, Tahar's unit dealt more blows than they suffered. It often verged on the comical how outmatched the puppet troops appeared. The Japanese seemed hesitant to trust them with substantial firepower, or perhaps they had none to spare.

His squad's machine gunners mowed down cavalrymen with brutal efficiency, while he and his comrades dispatched Arisaka-armed soldiers with submachine gun volleys. The toll was not insignificant; he lost companions he had grown fond of. Yet, their resolve remained steadfast. Pushing forward, they found themselves in Hulunbuir before they fully comprehended their journey's progression. By that point, the Mengjiang army had all but disintegrated. Those who survived the onslaught were of dubious caliber, mirroring the quality of their equipment.

Despite the poor performance of the puppet army he faced, Tahar was proud to have served. He helped reunify the Mongolian people, and faced down the imperialists. The celebrations that ensued were second only to the spectacle that took place once news of Japan's surrender came. Tahar was decorated, promoted, and sent off for further training.

Posted to Hohhot as a freshly minted lieutenant, he found Chakha working diligently in a nearby factory's office pool. Her responsibilities included overseeing production quotas and ensuring operational smoothness. Both he and Chakha recognized the importance of setting a positive example for the child they were eagerly anticipating.

With a faint smile, Tahar took another sip of his tea and reached for a stack of papers detailing upcoming postings for recruits nearing the end of their training. While the precise locations of their assignments remained uncertain, he had a fairly clear sense of the general trajectory. They were destined for the Mongolia-ROC border. Tahar's visits to that border had been infrequent, yet each time he ventured there, he observed the gradual escalation of defenses. Bunkers, ammunition storage facilities, airfields, radar installations, all meant to make Chiang think twice before trying anything.

It made him very happy to be in his office instead of there.
 
A tense dinner
December 31st 1949

The Pentagon,

George Patton knew that the command center of America's military should be an awe inspiring structure. It should inspire the public, embolden allies, and strike terror into foes.

But would it have killed the architects of the building to make getting around a bit easier for a man like him?

As if his gout wasn't enough to deal with, the damn place was a maze, with all the elevators and corridors and stairs, it was a pain.

At least there were some people to guide him and his wife to where the New Years party was. A couple of warrant officers escorted the two through the halls. The country's top military brass were going to be at the party, at least according to the letter that arrived in their California home.

George was officially retired after the end of the war, but he didn't resign himself to spending all day at his house reading or writing. Well, he did both, but he was also still talking to a lot of his former colleagues whilst also teaching the next generation of American officers. He'd given lectures at West
Point and the Citadel, and the letters he'd been receiving from students made him feel like he was actually making a difference.

That said, his mouth was still getting him into trouble. His lectures at military academies and interviews with TV journalists heavily featured hypothetical offensive operations against the communist bloc. During one televised interview in Houston, he mused on striking the Soviets in a potential sore spot by helping the Chinese push through Mongolia. When speaking at the Citadel, he discussed the possibility of an attack through Iran and into the Caucasus.

The media had a field day with that, and it earned him a very annoyed phone call from General Collins telling him to keep his mouth shut. Beatrice told him not to brush off what Collins said, reminding he made more than a few enemies within the military during the war. "You don't want people reminding the public of those slapping incidents," she warned. "Don't step on any toes if you can avoid it."

George heeded his wife's advise, though he was somewhat reluctant.

The sounds of revelry grew louder as they approached the banquet hall.

"Who's already here?" Patton asked one of the warrant officers.

"General Bradley, Eisenhower, and Clark showed up not long before you did, sir," answered one of the officers. His uniform read the name 'Chambers.'

Another one, 'O'Brian,' nodded.

"Admiral Sherman's here as well. Same with the heads of the Marine Corps and the Army."

"And Mac, sir," said Chambers.

Patton grumbled when he heard that.

"That drama queen better behave," he said.

The doors swung open, and Patton saw that the hall was full. He also saw the buffet table was filled to the brim, which was an added bonus.

"Hey, look who's here!" George looked over and saw General Bradley walking up, a grin on his face. He and Patton shook hands.

"Good to see you, Bradley," Patton said. "You're looking well."

Bradley had put on a bit of weight, but otherwise, he didn't seem to have changed.

"Thanks, I'm doing great. Been talking to Admiral Sherman about the navy's plans for the next five years. The shipyards in Norfolk are working overtime."

"Same in LA," Patton replied. "They're working like bees, day and night."

Bradley was silent for a moment.

"I'm surprised you even got to speak at the Citadel," Bradley said. "Given what you said about integration in the military."

Patton rolled his eyes.

"It was gonna happen sooner or later," he replied. "No goddamn sense in dragging our feet. And believe me, I got enough angry letters when I was in South Carolina and at Texas A&M. Integration in the military's gonna happen and they're gonna live with it."

"It'll help in the long run, I suppose," Bradley said. "And how did you find the south, Miss Patton."

"It's amazing all year round," she replied. "The summers were a bit warm for my taste, but I've been to California. It wasn't much worse than San Diego. I liked spring in Texas more than South Carolina to be honest. It was a bit warmer and a lot more colorful."

"Colorful is a good word," said Patton. "I think I've got an addiction to ribs."

"Well, those will be out soon enough," Bradly said.

"George!" shouted a man standing nearby with a wine glass.

"Ike, you're looking well," George said.

Eisenhower walked over and shook Patton's hand.

"My work with NATO's keeping me busy. We're working to expand the organization."

"Sounds fun," George said.

"What's this I hear about your lectures, Patton?"

"Just something to pass the time," he replied.

"I hear you've got quite a few thoughts regarding the communist bloc," Eisenhower said. "Specifically, how to puncture their defenses."

"I have," said Patton. "And whadduya think?"

"I think Korea's gonna be a tougher nut to crack than Italy, George. Between Mac in Tokyo and Chiang in Nanjing, Kim's gonna be making the whole
peninsula a fortress as soon as he can."

As the assembled generals, admirals, and their families got their food, a man in glasses with a corn cob pipe came over to the table where the Pattons were sitting with a wide grin.

"Hello there, George?" said Douglas MacArthur.

"Hey, Mac," Patton said, his expression flat. "How's Tokyo?"

"Not as nice as Manila," MacArthur replied. "But, I'll admit, there's something about the air in Japan that makes the days go by a bit quicker."

"I bet," Patton replied. "Keeping busy? Japan's still got of rebuilding to do."

"I've been working hard," he said. "Wanna pay us a visit? I think you'll be amazed at our progress."

"Maybe some other time," Beatrice said. She tried to hide how tense she was. George and Mac only had one prior meeting, right after the end of the war. They were icily civil at first, but then started yelling at each other.

Eisenhower was already starting to look nervous.

"I hear you've been talking up the prospects for attacking the communists from the south," said MacArthur.

"That's right," said Patton. "We've got a window of opportunity that's only going to get smaller."

"Hate to tell you this, George," said Eisenhower. "But I don't think the public likes the idea of going to war again so soon. We've got a lot of vets back home with shellshock, and a lot of men who've only just started building families now that they're back stateside. I don't think they're gonna wanna leave again, same with a lot of the younger men who are military age now."

"Well, I'll tell ya," said Patton. "You'd rather take a swing before you have the other guy hit you first. Better than just sitting around waiting for something to happen."

"True, but we're gonna have to start getting more serious about defense," said Eisenhower. "That's what NATO's for."
Macarthur cleared his throat.

"You don't tell me what to do anymore, Mac," Ike replied. "But yes, there's also talk about a similar organization for the pacific region."

"Who do you think's gonna be in it?" Bea asked.

"The Australians and New Zealanders for one," Eisenhower said. "The British and Canadians too. Maybe even the Filipinos."

"What about Chiang?" Bea asked him. Eisenhower grew terse.

"I doubt he'll be interested," Eisenhower told her. "I mean, the guy's a bit of a control freak."

"I know the feeling," Patton said. Macarthur sneered.

"Now boys, let's play nice," Bea said.

"Yeah, I know, Bea," Patton said.

"You sure, George?" MacArthur replied. "Because you didn't play nice in Germany."

"Mac," said Ike, a warning in his tone. "We're here to let loose, not strangle each other."

"I'll say," Bea replied. "I'd rather not spend New Years in the hospital because George and Douglas got into another argument."

"Yes ma'am," MacArthur said, his expression softening.
 
Mop up
January 12th 1950

Hoia Forest, near Cluj-Napoca, Socialist Republic of Romania

The armored cars pulled up right near the cabin, with soldiers piling out once the doors opened. Officers barked orders as the troopers either ran toward the house or set up machine gun posts. The unit had almost every avenue of escape covered, and it seemed almost certain that the people inside would either be led away in cuffs or have their corpses carried out.

It was to Bucharest's benefit that they were among the few Soviet satellite states to have its own military. It made this job somewhat simple.

Word was received that a group of former Iron Guards were hiding out in the area, and that they were behind the dynamiting of train tracks on a nearby railroad. The local authorities had heard that men were seen near what was once an abandoned cabin in the western part of the forest.

Though many of the Iron Guard were killed in the war and the first few years after, there were still remnants that the new government didn't want out causing trouble. Two platoons were sent in with everything they were expected to need in order to either force the Iron Guards to surrender to to kill them outright. Either way was good enough for Bucharest.

"Spread out! Move!" commanded Captain Gavril Radacanu.

"Come on, come on," the captain thought. "We have you surrounded. There's no way you're getting away. All we need to do is find where you are."

His subordinates were busy setting up barricades and machine guns.

"If these idiots are hiding here, they probably haven't been able to keep in shape. It shouldn't take long to catch them."

The troops moved closer to the cabin, guns ready. An lieutenant started shouting through a loudspeaker, telling the occupants that there was nowhere to run, and that they were outmatched.

Just then, they heard gunshots coming from the back of the house. A soldier went down, his chest and neck bleeding profusely. It would seem the occupants weren't going to be cooperative.

"Get him to the medic!" a sergeant shouted. "Someone cover the wounded man, now!" More shots rang out, seemingly from the treeline. Captain Radacanu grit his teeth.

"Cover!" he shouted. A sergeant nearby was about to shout but something flew past his neck, carving a line into it.

"Sir, get down!" shouted one of the privates. The officer dove to the ground just in time to avoid a grenade going off nearby.

"Goddammit!" Radacanu thought. "They have a bigger armory than we thought."

A series of grenades were thrown from the forest, the blasts kicking up dirt and sending shrapnel everywhere. Radacanu's men had managed to avoid any fatal injuries, but many of the privates and corporals were sporting some nasty cuts, scrapes, and burns.

Radacanu looked around, and saw a pair of men, likely Iron Guards, emerge from the forest. He pulled out a pistol and started shooting at them along with some of his own soldiers. One of the men fell dead, the other stumbled.

The other soldiers quickly finished him off.

"Sir, I've got the radio!" a private called out.

"Tell command we've taken casualties!" he replied. "We've killed two of them but we haven't gotten the rest yet!" The soldier nodded and began speaking into the radio.

The captain surveyed the area. The front door had been blown apart. The windows had been broken, and a few had been shot through.

"We need to move now," he said. "Secure the interior. We search room by room."

His soldiers nodded and entered the cabin, keeping an eye out for any booby traps or enemies hiding within.

"Clear," called out a corporal in the entrance room "Empty."

"All right, we'll have a couple squads check the basement and the second floor."

The soldiers moved in pairs, covering the halls and staircases.

"We got a body," called out one.

"He's not one of ours," said another.

"Alright, that's one more down," the captain said. He walked upstairs, the sound of boots thumping on wood filling his ears.

"Anything up here, sir?" asked a sergeant.

"No," Radacanu replied.

"We've got one," a corporal called out from the kitchen. "He's wounded."

"Take him outside," said the captain. "Prep him for transport."

"Right, sir," replied the corporal.

"Where are the rest of them?" the captain wondered. "They must be here somewhere."

One of the men was dragged out by two other soldiers, blood coming out of a large cut on his stomach.

"I've got a body," a soldier called out. The captain walked into a bedroom and saw the remains of a man wearing a brown uniform and black boots. His
hair was a mess, and he had a thick mustache. A rifle was nearby, the barrel pointing at the corner of the room.

"Another dead one," a soldier shouted from the other side of the house. "Same as the others."

"That should be all of them, sir" said the lieutenant.

"We sweep the area," Radacanu said. "Make sure. I won't be called in to ask how I let one of these swine through our fingers after a train gets blown up."

The soldiers moved into the forest, carefully surveying the area.

"Keep your eyes open," Radacanu commanded. "Stay in pairs."

The officers and enlisted men moved with purpose, searching the woods.

"Nothing, sir," a soldier said.

"Clear," said another.

"Clear!" a voice called from up ahead. "Captain, it's clear. Nothing's here."

"Then what's this?" asked Radacanu, standing near a small mound in the ground. He knelt down and began pushing some of the soil aside, only to
find a series of wooden boards.

"It's a box," said the lieutenant.

"It's a fucking trapdoor," the captain replied.

He looked around and saw a log lying next to him. He picked it up and used it as a lever, prying the lid off the box. Inside was a small hole, and a ladder.

"Oh, no," he thought. "There's a cave underneath us. There's a goddamn tunnel."

He looked at his men and pointed at them.

"Everyone, down there, now!" he said.

The soldiers rushed to the trap door and climbed down the ladder. They found themselves in a long, dimly lit tunnel, which seemed to lead deep into the woods.

"Shit, this is bad," the captain said. "Get moving, we need to follow them."

The troopers began moving forward, the lieutenant ordering one pair to stay behind in case someone else needed to use the tunnel.

"What are they planning?" Radacanu wondered. "Where does this end?"

"How much longer is this gonna take?" one of the men asked.

"No clue," said another.

Right then, gunfire sounded from within the tunnel. The captain swore.

"We got all of them did we?" he sarcastically asked the lieutenant. His second in command grit his teeth.

This was going to take all afternoon the way things were going.
 
News of the day
January 22nd 1950

Wuhan, Republic of China

Liao Rougang, the editor in chief of Hubei's biggest newspaper, grinned and tapped his cigarette into the ashtray on his desk. A young reporter, Zhao Mingzhong, stood in front of the desk.

"This is good stuff," Liao said, looking at a draft of the article on his desk. Mingzhong had turned in a draft of an article covering the arrest of an underground group that overseeing the foot binding process for young girls in exchange for large sums of money. Their clients were mainly people in villages on the outskirts of Wuhan, but they also had a few within the city itself despite the Kuomintang outlawing the practice.

This particular group was busted when a woman was murdered for paying for her daughter to undergo the process, but had second thoughts and tried to back out. Instead of her death concealing the group's activities, the murder ended up revealing their presence and the police raided their base of operations not long after.

"I might be reporting on this case more in the future, sir. We aren't going to see the end of this for a while."

"Even better!" Liao replied. "This is the sort of thing the Generalissimo wants to see, progress in combating regressive trends that paint China in a bad light. We need to show the men behind this being punished! We need to show the damage they've done and how the end of this practice will show that China is serious about becoming a modern nation."

"So, am I to be assigned this story for the long term?"

"Yes. This story could be your big debut, so don't mess it up. I want you to follow it for as long as you can."

"I understand, sir."

"I mean it," Liao told him. "If you pull this off, you might be able to cover the generalissimo's visit next year."

To celebrate the fortieth anniversary of the Wuchang Uprising, Chiang intended to be in Wuhan for an entire week of festivities and remembrances centered around China's achievements since the fall of the Qing Dynasty. War trophies taken during the Northern Expedition, the war with Japan, and the war with the communists. Military parades and festivals would be held all over Kuomintang controlled China, with Chiang making a speech which would be broadcast nationwide on the night of the anniversary itself.

To cover the celebrations in Wuhan would make a reporter's career, to say nothing of those writing about Chiang's address, which would be on the front page of the paper.

"Thank you, sir. I won't disappoint."


"I'm certain."

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Meanwhile,

Yokohama, Japan

Kurusu Mitsuhige sometimes wondered if he somehow 'half-died' during the war, if he was somehow condemned to inhabit the same areas as his fellow Japanese, but never truly living among them. On quiet nights when he lay in his futon after a long shift in the auto body shop, he thought back to his time in the army and his posting in Burma. He wasn't there during the 'happier times' when the country was newly occupied. He served during the offensive by the British Indian Army that pushed the Japanese to withdraw into Thailand.

He remembered the jungle, the heat, the sweat. He remembered the monsoon, how it drenched the land, made fighting more miserable, and brought down deadly disease. He remembered the deaths from cholera, malaria, and dysentery. He remembered the night attacks by the Indian soldiers who often appeared within the midst of Japanese positions. Kurusu was in Thailand when the war ended, and taken back in a troopship. Now, he worked in a factory making electrical equipment.

Kurusu had a wife now, Sachiko, as well as a child on the way. They lived in a small house outside the city proper, and they weren't quite destitute. They didn't have to reach out to neighbors for assistance, and food wasn't too difficult to get. But they were still, like millions in Tokyo, far from being what would have been considered middle class before the war.

Japan was putting itself back together: slowly, day by day. But he wondered how long it'd take before it had truly recovered, when the allies would withdraw their occupation force.

How long would it take before Japan was able to stand on its own two feet again, as a partner of other countries rather than a client?

He didn't know, but he had his suspicions it would be quite a while. By the time his child was a teenager, perhaps.
 
Strategic Picture (1)
By the time 1950 came around, the American and Soviet blocs had begun to solidly take shape. NATO already had a few members, and was keeping an eye out for other countries who may wish to join. Joint military drills were being carried out on a regular basis, practicing responses to incursions by Soviet forces. Britain, Denmark, and Greece all maintained conscription given their positions in Europe. East German control of the Kiel Canal meant it was possible for the Soviets and other military forces to break into the North Sea. This prompted many drills by the Royal Navy as well as a reorganized version of the Home Guard intended to combat enemy marines and paratroopers. Greece and Italy build their forces around the prospect of naval battles in the Mediterranean as well as fighting in the Balkans. NATO war plans assume that Soviet naval forces would move through the Bospherus to make their way toward Southern Europe.

The addition of West Germany was still being discussed in secret, as was the creation of a West German military. Only a select few in Bonn knew of the plan to raise such a force, and when the public would be informed was up to speculation. It would, in theory, provide NATO with a powerful new member, but the prospect of re-arming Germany was one that needed to be handled delicately.

The Soviets were also building up the military forces of their satellite states, but this was slower to accomplish in Europe than it was in Central and Eastern Asia. Purges of the World War II era militaries were still ongoing in Turkey, Bulgaria, Czechoslovakia, and Hungary. It would be some time before enough officers loyal to their respective regimes could be trained and the recruitment of soldiers could truly begin. For now, pro-government militias were the main armed force in these countries with the exception of the Albanian People's Army. Hoxha had transitioned his partisan forces into a regular military equipped with up to date Soviet hardware.

Military buildup in Asia was somewhat smoother. In East Turkestan, Ehmetjan Qasimi had built up a force of nearly eighty thousand focused around utilizing the landscape as a natural fortress. Urumqi was doing everything it could to fortify its border with the Republic of China, as were the Mongolians and Lin Biao's government in Beijing. Their main focus in a time of war, for the time being, was the repulsion of ROC forces trying to invade their territory before making rapid counterattacks into South China. These would continue until either Chiang waved the white flag or if they received instructions from Moscow to stop.

The Korean peninsula was made a citadel as well, with the terrain proving very advantageous for defensive actions. The KPA wasted no time in digging bunkers, storage depots, hospitals, barracks, and motor pools into the sides of mountains. Korean waters on all sides of the peninsula were subject to constant naval and air patrol. For the moment, Kim Il Sung's strategic planning was based around attack from either United States forces in Japan or by the South Chinese, and he responded by ensuring that every inch of Korean territory was as heavily fortified as he could make it. On the flipside, the KPA and potential supporting Soviet forces on the peninsula were deemed to be the greatest threat to Japan. It was enough to spur Macarthur to start looking into the prospect of allowing Japan to have defensive forces, capable of repelling enemy aggression whilst refraining from carrying out first strikes. The US military would act in tandem with this new Japanese force in the event of war.

Korea was also seen as a threat by the Kuomintang government due to many of its coastal cities being within reach of KPA ships and warplanes. The military leadership in Nanjing sees the most likely threat being a multi-pronged offensive With four communist countries to the north, South China does what it can to modernize as much of its forces as possible. This task would need to be carried out along with the other monumental tasks of rebuilding the economy and carrying out much needed social reforms. While the Australians, New Zealanders, Filipinos, and Thai are willing to work with the Americans in the case of war with the Soviet bloc in the Pacific region, working with South China is a much more nebulous prospect. Despite being a fervent anti-communist, Chiang still intends to become as independent as possible from outside influence. It is believed by the Pentagon that he will not allow ROC forces to be under the command of anyone other than him.

Of the four rising powers, India has the fewest potential threats, but it is not entirely safe. The war with Pakistan has left wounds that remain fresh, and Tibet's partnership with New Delhi has caused no small indignation from South China. For the time being, India's main priority is internal development, though it begins making ties with nations that wish to remain out of either the American or Soviet spheres of influence. The Yugoslavs see value in such an alliance as do some African countries seeking independence.
 
Pictures (1)
Some pictures to help with the setting. This one will show events from WW2 up until 1950.

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Bulgarian communist leader Valko Chervenkov in Seoul during a visit to the DPRK, 1948. He was one of quite a few East Bloc leaders to visit Kim Il Sung's home during the early years of Kim's regime.

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A Japanese soldier near Nanjing firing on advancing ROCA forces, 1945. The liberation of Nanjing after eight years of occupation was heavily covered by the press of the allied countries such as the burning of the Japanese flags that had been planted in the heart of the city and Chiang's visit to the grave of Sun Yat Sen once the area was secure. Despite fierce resistance from the IJA, Chinese forces systematically overwhelmed Japanese and collaborator positions.
 
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