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Posted: 17th April 2009

Rise of the Venetian Empire II: Confessions of an Indiaman

Categorized: Italy, empire: total war, games, history.

The Maratha Confederacy grew out of a rebel movement in southern India against the ruling Mughal Empire. By 1707, the Mughals—an incredibly rich Islamic empire presumably having moved down from the neighbouring countries like Persia—had lost an invasive war against the Marathas. At the historical peak of the Maratha Confederacy, it had the majority of India, excluding the territory taken over by the East India Company and the two southern-most provinces, which were independent: Mysore and Nizam. It was the middle of this conflict in which Venice would get embroiled in.

However, the trip to India was long and arduous, and I grew bored. The garrison at Morocco had grown sufficiently strong to warrant itself a general and some combat experience. One of the terms of my alliance with Spain was unlimited military access to their lands, so my newly-founded army, which I had nicknamed Sabrina’s Soldiers (don’t ask), marched up through Gibraltar and into the middle of the Spainish frankly barren landscape.  From there, I launched an assault on the lightly-defended Lisbon. The Portuguese were taken completely unaware, and the lightly defended city capitulated quickly. I had yet to find a good, worthy fight, and my military technology was placing me above all others, especially the invention of grenadiers.

The grenade is an odd contraption. Supposedly originating from the Byzantine Empire in the 8th Century, it took the form of a small ceramic case filled with Greek fire. The actual composition of Greek fire is a mystery to us; it was a state-guarded secret, and a close one at that. What we do know is that the Byzantine army made extensive use of it, even pressurizing it and projecting it at enemies in the most literal sense of flamethrower. The term grenade originates from the la grenade, pomegranate in French, so-called because of the shrapnel reminding twisted soldiers of pomegranates. This term apparently arose during the Glorious Revolution, the overthrow of King James II of England, which resulted in William of Oranges, a Dutchman, claiming the throne. The first really favourable use of the grenade was during the First World War. Indeed, there is an image of French soldiers using a catapult to fling hand grenades into German trenches! But, certainly, it is unlikely that they were deployed during the 1700s, and, even if it were so, unlikely that whole regiments were assigned with the specific task of throwing them.

Anyway, with Lisbon captured, my technology sped up even more. With a university already present in the land, I could switch a school to agricultural advances, in order to get my economy up. Finally, my fleet arrived in India. I landed in Mysore to be greeted by a large army. Unfortunately for them, it was a very undertrained army, consisting of levies and mêlée infantry (I included the diacritics for a reason there. It’s shocking how many people don’t know how to pronounce the word.) Pushing my infantry forward, using my two cavalry units to deal with the mêlée men, I slaughtered the opposition. I broke off three of my line infantry in order to deal with the reinforcements approaching from the region’s capital. Formated in a “basin of death”, with two one the side and one facing head on, they were all able to fire on the reinforcements as soon as they entered the battlefield without accidentally firing a volley into the back of their mates. With any trace of a standing army destroyed, The Purple Ones made quick work of the capital, the armed citizens defending it routing as soon as they came within range of my muskets.

Now, for the pictures!

With the tax coming in its thousands from my new colony, there was nothing barring me from taking a strong, major faction head-on. I quickly chose the Netherlands (not Holland; Holland refers to two provinces within the larger country of the Netherlands. Remember it!) My navy had to sail all around the coast of West Europe, and that took a while. Finally, I was able to take on the Oranges.

Quickly, I realized that my Puckle guns—an early predecessor to the machine gun—were not going to be of any use here. The map was set on two banks of the nearby river. Not realizing that the enemy could ford the river, I sent my riflemen and line infantry to the river, where I presumed they’d cross. Before long the main contingent of the Dutch force was coming the other way. Forced to improvise, I put my reserves in the “basin of death” formation again. It was just in time, too; the place was a killing ground.

 My troops at the bridge didn’t arrive fast enough to provide a decisive victory, however. The Dutch, realizing that my muskets would destroy them, quickly switched to charging my infantry with theirs. Faced with superior numbers, my experienced troops fought well, but I was forced to make them withdraw, lest I lose them completely.

 Despite all this, a relief force arrived in time and pushed the Dutch back. Fuelled by revenge for their lost Sabrinians, they charged the positions at which the Dutch had dug themselves in. Smoke filled the battlefield as hundreds of muskets fired at once. At long last, the smoke cleared to reveal only violet movement.

With Amsterdam under Venetian control, I could focus on cleaning up the Dutch once and for all. However, Sabrina’s Soldiers weren’t in the state to deal with another threat, so it was The Purple Ones who were geared up and shipped to the New World.

Surprisingly, the Dutch had managed to maintain colonies in the New World. The Purples blitzed the region, stopping only once in the Leeward Islands to keep the former Pirate lands under control till some conscripts could be recruited to hold the line. The Dutch, now completely wiped off the map, were completely dealt with. However, I knew that my army wasn’t fit to deal with another conflict with a major nation. The East India Company had laid claim to Goa in exchange for some of their advanced naval technologies, and were trying to bargain with my for Mysore. No chance. A small contingent of my garrison dealt with Ceylon before the British could take it, being more than a match for the Marathan Rebels stationed there.

The Sabrinas, having recuperated from their close-victory, were ready for a new mission. Under a random whim, I wanted control of Iceland. And Iceland did I take. I recruited more mortar units to bolster my artillery power and landed just outside Reykjavík. The opposition was pathetic and unexciting, so no screenshots.

However, Copenhagen proved a larger challenge. The Sabrinas, having landed on one side of the tangle of islands which was Denmark—the former possessor of Iceland were faced with a choice: do they wait for reinforcements from Amsterdam and sit it out where they stood and take shelter in the port, or charge for Copenhagen, hoping for the best? Taking a risk, I went straight into the capital.

The ensuing battle was a bit of a mess. The Danish Stupid-Hats managed to flank me and eliminate half of my mortars before my cavalry reserve pushed them back. The main body was easily dealt with, but I lost more men than I wished because of inadequate artillery support. Again, my grenadiers showed that they were worth their cost.

Mêlée combat was intense, with bayonet clashing with bayonet,  drummers stabbing drummers; But the Danish simply couldn’t cope with the superior flanking movements and retreated, taking their stupid hats with them.

My treasury could now afford to maintain a new army. The Violet Stars were born in Rome. Equipped with the latest 24? howitzer artillery, socket bayonets and heavy cavalry, they were the most advanced European force of the day. I ferried them to Sweden. I knew their army was pathetic, and Stockholm would be a pushover.

The Swedish army set out to meet them. It was a bloodbath.

Smoke rose up gently from the Italian lines whilst the howitzers decimated the approaching Swedes with quicklime. I can’t have lost more than twenty soldiers. The fatigued Swedes took shelter in the city’s houses, but I switched the artillery to explosives and brought the buildings down, whilst the Violets stormed those out of the cannons’ reach.

Fatigued and depleted, the Swedish army could do nothing more than enact guerilla warfare. I split the Violets up and tracked and destroyed each fragment.

With the whole of the former Swedish Empire under my belt, I could focus on my long-standing enemy: the Barbary States.

The Barbary Pirates were slavers, capturing European and, later, American ships and crew with great success from the 11th Century all the way till the 19th. Most at risk were the countries of the Mediterranean, abandoning sea-side villages completely lest they be captured, but other countries were also targeted: Iceland, Ireland and North America to name a few. Operating mostly out of Algeria, though also from Libya and Tunisia, they captured around a million Europeans to sell in the slave markets. The main factor allowing their continued existence was the lack of co-operation between the strong European nations. The Venetian fleets were asked to be constantly on high alert and policed the seas. When the French captured Algeria in 1830, though, all activities effectively came to an end.

I got there first.

The Barbary corsairs, though fearsome at sea, was controlled by a pathetic force of buccaneers and camel-mounted nomads. The Purples, outfitted with the same 24-inchers as the Violets and loaded with percussion shells, made short work of them.

The Mediterranean was now the safest trading route in the world, guarded by my navy. With the exemption of the Ottomans and Spaniards, there was no other nation trading on this route.

The Ottomans won’t last long.