Update 14 1565-1569
The unexpected can happen:
1565: Famine in Central China because of flooding along the upper Yellow River -1 population China
1566: Cocoliztli kills tens of thousands in Mexico -1 EP lost economy
1567: Mississippi floods kill thousands in Cahokia
1568: Mauna Loa erupts; plumes of smoke attract the attention of Japanese sailors.
1569: The world escapes.
Europe bleeds once again…
1565 did not bring relief from war. In fact war took on a renewed vigor in many places. Europe was alive with armies on the move Over two hundred divisions took to the field from Madrid to Moscow and all of them were expecting battlefield success and lots of booty. The complex web of treaties and agreements was fraught with unexpected perils and opportunity for deception. As the new year turned it appeared that France and Brandenburg were still aligned against Poland and the Order of St. Stephen; Kalmar and Poland had agreed to peace; and that Greece, Austria, France, Muscovy, Safavid Persia & Spain were all bent on finishing off the Ottoman Empire, but new alliances had been forged in secret and when the armies marched all was not what it seemed.
Palace of Antonio Doria January 1565
The treaty of Milan was announced early in the year. And it was accompanied by a Papal declaration of the new Kingdom of Greater Genoa that took the Treaty of Milan one step further and blessed the immediate union of Genoa and Tuscany, as well as, the forthcoming addition of Milan and Savoy and the installation of Manlio Doria as the Duke of Naples. The spring calendar was an impressive one:
• In April the Doge Antonio Doria would be crowned King by the Pope himself
• In May the Genoese & Tuscan fleets would deliver Duke Manilo to Naples in grand style for his enthronement
• By June the political union of Tuscany and Genoa would be complete
• The military and economic fusion would follow over the summer.
The Treaty of Milan, 1565
These terms are hereby agreed upon by:
-King Chrétien I of France
-Doge Antonio Doria of Genoa
1.) With the conclusion of this treaty, France will transfer ownership, privileges, and all things associated with the duchies of Milan and Savoy to the state of Genoa. France will remove its presence from these two duchies by January 1st, 1566 and Genoa will take complete control upon that date.
2.) In return for the Duchies of Milan and Savoy, Genoa will issue a flat payment of 30,000 Ducats (3 ep) to the treasury of France. The payment shall take place immediately upon possession of the duchies, otherwise stated for January 1st, 1566.
3.) The French colony of Nova Roma, purchased rightfully from the Genoans, will be returned to the latter upon January 1st, 1566. In exchange for the colony of Nova Roma, France will receive the lower Genoan colonies of Rossoa adn Il Litorale del Doria.
4.) France will grant near independence to the entity of Naples upon acceptance of this treaty, to begin upon May 1565. In exchange for this right of independence, Naples will grant France the right to maintain its navy in certain regions and will pay a sum of 10,000 Ducats (1 ep) to the French treasury every five years. The Duke of Naples will be a member of the Doria family, as specified by the Genoans.
At about the same time that Italians rejoiced at their good fortune, far to the north in the Baltic port of Danzig, the Kalmar fleet arrived to remove its troops from Poland. But instead of embarking, forty divisions disembarked and made ready for battle. The “white peace” between Kalmar and Poland was not to be. The hoped for peace was gone and even before the spring crops were planted, peasants fled to the forests and hills and shopkeepers sold cautiously lest they invite trouble.
Halfway around the world, the regency that ruled Khmer until Prince Virote Niran ascended the throne made peace with China and the squabble over Annam cooled as the tension subsided. The Chinese lords took this peaceful interlude to bring rebellious factions to their knees and bow before the Mandate of Heaven.
From the west couriers brought news of peace between Spain and Calusa, a peace supported by the Pope with blessings and gold. Calusan discussions with the Aztecs were on again and off again, but even as peace was elusive, the warriors remained bored in their camps and forts.
Constantinople 1565
Abdullah Qabazard was now a full general. Perhaps the promotion came because of his skills against the Greeks and Europeans, or perhaps, it came because he had survived. So many had not. In the spring of 1565 it was clear that the Empire was lost. Russians, Greeks, Austrians, Franks, Spaniards and even the Portuguese were expected to be there when the assault came. It was an unholy host if ever there was one and Istanbul would fall. But secret deals were made and he had followed orders. The most dangerous part was getting the Sultan, his treasury and court across Anatolia to the now safe lands of Persia. Abdullah’s cavalry had been the rear guard and the last to leave, the last to glimpse the Golden Horn and the spires of the City. The horsemen were followed by a seemingly endless train of refugees who would make the trek south. Much of the wealth of the city moved with them.
From the greatest city of the world their destination was far to the south to the Holiest city of the world: Mecca. From there the Sultan would rule Hejaz under the protection of the Safavid Persian lords. What Turkish troops that could, would join them there. The rest he guessed would either melt away or die in some desperate stand for the glory of Allah. PBUH.
By summer the war was over. Constantinople fell without a fight. The many and powerful cannon did not pound the triple walls to dust. The intricate plans of assault and deception were discarded. The gates were not broken and ruined. Mass was performed in the churches and prayers of thanksgiving recited by all. It was all too easy so the generals resorted to squabbling about the cities fate. Who would reign there and how the land would be divided was not clear. Greeks and Russians had the strongest claims and largest armies. So to avoid coming to blows and to heed other more pressing needs for troops, the final disposition was left to later and the Muscovite Generals were given control of the city. The Greeks accepted Athens and Ionia. France, Spain and Portugal called their troops home. The Persian advance stopped east of Ankara and to avoid a war with the Safavids, a great swath of central Anatolia was left to its own devices for now. The Ottoman bureaucracy degenerated into local and regional centers of government; Christians quickly rose in stature and were treated well.
Outcomes:
+Hejaz to player status under Germanicus
+TC, RC Constantinople to Muscovy
+RC Athens to Greece
Monsoon season Pulicat 1565
The high winds and heavy seas drove many ships to port in the late summer of 1565. Up and down the east coast of India ships chose to lay over until the storms subsided. In Pulicat the harbor was particularly full and the unloading non stop for weeks. Horses, soldiers and cannon made their way from sodden ships to less sodden barracks. War was afoot in India and Bengal would be at the forefront. The rumors were wild and out of control all across the subcontinent and every independent nation within a thousand miles was, at one time or another, recognized as Bengal’s prey. But from but the most reliable sources pointed to the Portuguese holdings in East Africa as the target with particular attention on Zanzibar. It would nicely compliment Bengal’s southern trading post and provide a significant base for further expansion. The accumulation of Bengali naval assets along the Malabar Coast gave it further credence. It seemed like the rains would never end. Three weeks after the skies cleared, the winds that had been wet westerlies were now easterlies and destined for Africa. The ships departed and the counting began. All along the coast nervous lookouts watched and hoped more days would pass without a sighting. After ten days all breathed a little easier since the fleet was now beyond the sailing time to any of the subcontinent nations. Merchants trading with Africa hoped it would be a short war. Word would come soon as the traders fled home with their tales.
Venice April 1565
Michelo Vanguardio was new to his job. His father had bought him a position as a captain in the city’s military affairs department. His department made sure that dispatches and orders came in and went out smoothly and quickly. It was a safe job and his mother was quite pleased given the war fever that had overcome so many in Venice of late. Fourteen clerks reported to Vanguardio and it was his job to make sure that correctly copied orders went out to the right commander. At last, Vanguardio was important and would make his family proud.
Over the first few days his little department copied and disbursed a dozen dispatches without a single error. On the first day of his second week he handled another dozen, and 36 the day after that. The pace was frantic and kept getting more so as troops prepared for campaigns in Germany and somewhere overseas. But Michelo kept at it. He was lord and master of his fourteen clerks and let them know. He would not listen to their silly protests of too much work or that he had made an error. They were the ones in error if they thought he would let them run roughshod over his leadership. Finally after a fortnight of dizzying paperwork, the pace slackened and then dropped to almost nothing as the troops marched and ships sailed to their destinations.
It was tens days after that that Vanguardio was called into the office of the Doge’s chief military advisor. The questions were short and to the point: Why was the Germany army short divisions? Why had the replacement horses for the Verona troops been sent with the fleet? Why didn’t the orders of battle commanded by the Doge not match those now in the field? After a half dozen more such questions Vanguardio broke down. He didn’t know the answers and had done the best he could. It had all happened so fast and his staff had been uncooperative and resentful of his leadership. And surely it was one of them that were the trouble maker or perhaps even a spy. He was sorry, it would not happen again. He knew that it could all be corrected and he would send out new orders to fix all those problems. His grace need only wait a few days and all would be right again. Well, his grace knew very well it would not happen again and he also knew it could not be fixed. Only God knew the true state of affairs that was guiding the Venetian armies to their fates.
In fact, 23 divisions sailed with 15 squadrons for Naples. Another 20 divisions marched to Vienna to join Austria in the Catholic crusade against Brandenburg and everything Protestant. 5 divisions and 15 squadrons stayed home. Landfall along the Amalfi coast would be early May.
Jamal and the Night Visitors
Jamal rowed his fishing boat out beyond the surf before dawn every morning. He knew that the water spirits were pleased with his perseverance and dedication. He caught many fish before the sky was fully light and the lazy fishermen, who slept late, appeared. This morning as he rowed he watched his wife on the shore waving and dancing to his success. She seemed particularly animated this morning. He smiled, but did not stop to wave back. He could not afford to lose an oar so early in the day. It was when he came to a clunking stop that he knew something was amiss. It was a Bengali warship.
The Bengali landing on the coast of Bijapur came off without mishap. Even Jamal escaped serious injury. The adverse winds had put them three days behind schedule and the land invasion from Vijayanagar had already begun. The inexperience of the Bijapur army was quickly apparent and everywhere they stood to fight they were out maneuvered and outfought. They panicked easily. The second front along the coast prompted the wealthy to flee north to Amadnagar. Within two months Bijapur was entirely in the hands of the Bengali Army. All that was left was the division of the spoils.
Outcomes:
-Bijapur as nation
-3 Divs Bengal
May Day 1566
It was a glorious spring all over France, Germany and Austria. The rains were moderate and temperatures warm enough for an early planting. But, the many army camps made everyone very nervous including the Verners. Bavaria seemed safest and the family and key agents met in Augsburg to take stock of the world. They would monitor the ongoing fighting from there and send out orders through their vast network of friends and associates.
The whole family, or as much of it as could be gathered, had come to Germany. Wilhelm and his wife Viola Doria were there with their sons Peter (age 15) and Johann (age13) and the newest family member, Alexandra, who was still under a year. Sarah Verner Brick came from Kaffa with her twins Dora and Michael who would turn 11 while in Augsburg. Oscar Brick was still in Chinas so far as they knew. Everyone hoped Sarah would have a recent set of letters. Paul Hansen was there from Cairo and most recently Constantinople. John Cabot had hardly set foot on the Lisbon docks when he received word to come to Augsburg. His tales would be from America and the land of the Mexica and Inka. Oscar’s father, Johann Brick, had spent the last couple of years traveling from the British Isles to Kalmar and back on numerous occasions and was glad to be back in Germany. Lastly, Antonio di Paolo had made the trip from Moscow, through Kiev, Warsaw, and Danzig.
Even though it had started off well, 1565 had been a hard year on the people of Germany and Poland. Few crops were planted and fewer harvested and what stores had been put away were mostly gone. If this year’s crops failed or suffered the ravages of war, many would starve. By the summer of 1565 Poland had sent three armies into Brandenburg. Two were aimed at Berlin and the last liberated protestant souls from the burden of life’s choices throughout southeastern Brandenburg. The overall plan had been quite masterful. Poland and the Order of St. Stephen, with newly recruited troops of the Empire, were to push hard to capture Berlin. Austria, with Venetian help, was to take Bohemia while Venetian troops captured Naples and pressed on to Marseilles. Even Spain had a part to play with a foray over the Pyrenees into France. The plan did not survive January and by May it was in shambles.
Kalmar was the most difficult to overcome, but the Polish leaders ignored them for much of the year concentrating on capturing Berlin. Mikolaj Radziwill and Grand Hetman Mikolaj Jazlowiecki led 23 divisions through Silesia towards Berlin. Field Hetman Mikolaj Sieniawski (apparently being named “Mikolaj” guaranteed a high ranking position in the Polish army at this time) commanded 9 divisions, but his planned attack had to be redirected to oppose the advancing Kalmar troops, as soon as, the quickly raised levies bolted and ran in the face of organized gunfire. Austrian aid could not be counted on until 1566 so the Poles were stretched very thin.
As the summer campaign season got underway the Order of St. Stephen lightly guarded its holdings along the Rhine and focused its energy against Brandenburg. They crossed the Elbe mid summer at Werben. Brandenburg was slow in raising its troops and threw them at the enemy as fast as they took to the field. The “Mikolaj Twins” (Radziwill and Jazlowiecki) as they were called by the Germans, worked their armies brilliantly. First one would pin the Germans then the other would turn the flank and force a retreat. Then they would change roles and do it all over again. One battle at a time, they worked their way up the south bank of the Oder to Frankfort and then turned west. As the front narrowed in anticipation of an attack on Berlin, the Germans defense got stiffer and better prepared. If the Order could close the back door, the campaign could end with the capture of the Brandenburg capital.
The Battle of Havel 1565
The season’s pivotal battle took place on October 20th at Havelberg. The Emperor, 16 divisions and 700 knights caught 20 Brandenburg divisions awkwardly on two sides of the Havel River. Without support six German divisions collapsed in the morning battle and fled south away from the field. Bellimus had his chance now for a “killing blow” against his current foe and to seal the fate of Berlin. His troops captured two bridges across the river and pushed the defenders into further disorder. His knights, wisely held in reserve, were fresh. They went south as if to pursue the fleeing troops from the morning’s fight, but were to cross the river to approach the remaining Germans from the rear and pin them between the Havel and the Elbe. The open fields would be a perfect setting for the charging horsemen.
The infantry battle raged and slowed giving the Germans time to better organize their defense. Bellimus waited for his knights. His optimism turned to concern. Now his troops west of the Havel were in peril and the knights were nowhere to be seen. Attrition was thinning both armies quickly. It wasn’t until four in the afternoon (2 hours late) that the trumpets of the knights sounded their arrival. But, by then it was too late. The Germans had regained control and reordered their troops. It was a simple matter to redirect two divisions and hold them in wait of the coming charge. As expected the charge failed and the few survivors fled without ever engaging the infantry.
It wasn’t until the next day that the Emperor learned what had happened. The ford across the Havel was not where the map said it was and, in addition to being further away, it was not well marked. The knights had gotten lost.
Berlin was saved for now and an early winter descended all across Germany driving the armies to seek warm winter quarters.
France in the Rhineland
The French advance in the Rhineland was mostly unimpeded and they pushed the Knights of St Stephen north and away. Their occupation brought a welcome peace and order. They would have continued al the way to Berlin had not events in Marseille not been of concern.
Outcomes:
-15 divs Brandenburg
-8 divs St Stephen
-575 knights St Stephen
-5 divs Poland
-2 divs France
Poland 1565: The Valley of the Vistula
Several hundred miles to the east it was a very different story. The Kalmar army spent the spring securing their holdings and trouncing the poorly organized Catholic resistance all along the coast. As April turned to May and summer waxed, The Scandinavian troops looked to expand. The bulk of the army moved south along the east bank of the Vistula River, crossed it with 15 divisions and then approached Warsaw along both banks with 30 divisions total. The hastily raised levies were a poor match for the well-trained troops Kalmar and merely slowed an already slow-paced campaign.
The thrust against Warsaw was further slowed when Mikolaj #3 showed up with his well-trained and experienced forces. His attack south of Thorn checked the march up river and then the Poles circled around to the southeast and arrived at Warsaw in time to prepare for the city’s defense.
The siege didn’t officially begin until September and by the middle of October it was well under way. Both sides expected a long and miserable winter.
Venice’s part in the destruction of protestant Europe was to distract France and send aid to Austria. The Austrian effort would not commence until 1566 and was to focus on the recapture of Bohemia for Austria. France was a different matter. The plan called for an attack on Naples in May and then an assault on southern France itself shortly thereafter. The Treaty of Milan posed a bit of a problem. The capture of an independent Naples might not distract France at all from its efforts to eliminate the Order in Germany and could provoke Genoa. A compromise plan was devised. The attack force fleet would only try to capture the city and harbor and hold it as a forward base of operations for the invasion of France. Naples would provide a safe haven from the French navy and not require a large force to hold against any civil unrest. The rest of the state would be left “independent”. With high hopes 15 squadrons and 23 divisions sailed from Venice in late April bound for Naples.
Manlio Doria, the Duke of Naples, stood atop the citadel of Naples with his family and entourage. The Bay of Naples spread magnificently below him; it was filled with ships in a grand array of flags, pennants and billowing sails. 25 squadrons had been on parade all morning sailing into and out of the harbor as they passed the Duke’s viewing stand and fired salutes to his investiture. The celebrations, both in the villas and aboard ship continued far into the night. At sunrise on the 12th of May the town was still sleeping off the night’s party. There was none of the usual hustle and bustle that greeted a new day. Atop the watchtowers, the guards leaned heavily on their pikes and waited the smell of fresh bread from the Duke’s kitchens. It was already two hours late. In the harbor 75 vessels rocked at their moorings on an almost flat sea. Few crews stirred. A single sloop animated the scene as it worked its way through the maze of hulls towards the Admiral’s flagship.
As soon as his tiny craft touched the hull of the flagship, Giovanni di Salvadore jumped for ladder and scrambled up and onto the deck. He was known and passed the guard at the gangway without a stop. At the bottom of the short set of steps he entered the Admiral’s cabin, closed the door behind him and stood facing the sleeping mound across the small space. With his dagger handle he rapped on a beam just over his head. He rapped again a bit louder this time. A groggy head appeared from under the covers and stared at him for a moment. Recognition flashed in the widening eyes and a croaky voice uttered: “Ah…Giovanni! It is early, even for you.”
“Yes my Lord, but if it were not urgent, I would have waited. I have brought you this.” And he took two steps and handed the Admiral a carefully folded and sealed parchment. Giovanni listened as if he did not know the contents.
“My Lord, the Venetians have accepted your invitation to the Duke’s party. You can expect 12 to 15 guests of noble rank and their entourages. The gifts they bear look to be substantial. You should anticipate their arrival at Amalfi this evening and in Naples at an early hour tomorrow. It is unlikely that they are aware you have planned to welcome them in courtly style.”
“Well Giovanni, so much for sleeping-in today. There’s work to be done. We must make sure our guests feel welcome.”
By mid morning the harbor was quite empty and only a few fishing boats dotted the off shore waters to the south of the great bay. The Genoese navy had sailed west and north over the horizon. The plan was quite simple. As the Venetian fleet sailed into Naples at dawn to awake the Duke with cannon fire, half the Admiral’s ships would appear to windward and trap them all in the Bay. The other half would sink the transports that had unloaded the troops at Amalfi the night before. It should all be wrapped up by noon. He was off by six hours. As the sun rose on the morning of May 13th, there were no Venetian ships to be found off Naples or in the entire Gulf of Salerno. None. And the Admiral had no idea where they might be. He had been snookered.
Four days later the Venetian fleet anchored off la Ciotat between Marseille and Toulon. 23 divisions disembarked. Toulon was besieged within a week and the harbor of Marseille reduced greatly through unrestricted cannon fire. The French resistance was minimal and with Toulon isolated the Venetian troops advanced up the Rhone towards Lyons. They would be cautious until Toulon fell, which it did in late June. With the coast secure and peace with Genoa, they prepared to march north, but the advance was halted unexpectedly. French troops on their way back from Constantinople had landed in Sete to the west. In the ensuing campaign their threats to Marseille and to the Venetian troops along the Rhone held any further gains to Venice at a minimum. By year’s end, Lyons was still securely in French hands.
Outcomes:
-8 divs France
-9 divs Venice