New York - germans from 1942 could do that.USA was lucky,that Tirpitz not joined them,or their entire fleet there would sunk.
Modern 17 ships on Pacyfic - some japaneese would join their country,they were patriots after all.
And,USA ships from 2023 joined 1907 USA,althought they are progressive,so why progressive japaneese should noy join 1941 Japan,too?
Japaneese Navy was harsh,but,unlike Army,they were no genociders.
Even if that do not happen,some ship simply must fall into japaneese hands here.If not,technology from modern day islands.
People there would rather prefer 1941 Japan to 1907 USA - they were "yellow monkeys" there.
And,it still do not change fact,that Japan,Germany and USA simply could not invade each other,even if they want to - and,would be unable to do so for at least next 10 years.
Considering everytching - even if both Japan and Germany get modern technology,they could still not produce anytching better then,let say,1980 level.The same goes for 1907 USA.
Bullshit. The Imperial Japanese Navy committed a whole slew of atrocities during the Second World War. As for the Tirpitz being there, it wouldn't be a slaughter, but it would be a much tougher fight.
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White Cliffs of Dover
United Kingdom
August, 1812
18 Days Post Event
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Private James Bennett of the 16th Regiment of Foot looked out at the Strait of Dover in absolute horror and disbelief at the sight that lay before him.
The Royal Navy had been defeated, totally and utterly. The most powerful navy in the history of man, was now reduced to nothing more than floating, burning debris. Everything from sloops, to frigates, to magnificent ships of the line, all destroyed. Wooden planks and bodies littered the waters of the Dover Strait, while the few warships that still floated on the water burned furiously.
Private Bennett, like the rest of the regiment currently sitting atop the Cliffs of Dover, saw the entire massacre unfold before their very eyes. The enemy, in enormous ships made of steel, with equally enormous cannon, utterly annihilated the Royal Navy fleet with only a handful of ships. Ships that, after that appeared in this world less than a month ago after that blinding flash in Central Europe, in the Rhine Confederation.
After that blinding flash, strange ships had visited British ports and sailed the Channel with utter impunity. They claimed to be from a nation called the "German Empire" and were asking what year it was. The entire situation was just absurd! How could you not know what year it was! There was no such thing as a German Empire! But at the same time metal ships the likes of which now insolently sailed through the Strait of Dover should not exist.
These Germans had claimed they were from the future and sought to dictate terms to the British government, as well as the French, who they claimed to have utterly defeated. The terms and demands the Germans had brought with them were utterly intolerable to the British people, and Prime Minister Spencer Perceval had demanded the Germanic barbarians to leave England.
So they did. In preparation for war, the Royal Navy and Army had been ordered to mobilize, and ordered into defensive postures across England. Thousands of soldiers took up positions all across Southern England, while the Royal Navy sortied from its ports, and prepared for battle against this new, terrifying enemy. And no matter how prepared they thought they were, nothing could prepare them for what came.
Bennett did not understand the Lord's will, and probably never would, but he could not grasp just why he had done this. He could not grasp what Britain had done to deserve to have such an enemy set upon them. What had they done to deserve this slaughter? Britain was a force of good in the world, bringing civilization to savages without it, all the while building the greatest empire known to mankind.
"You think they are going to invade us?" Private David Clark asked, a look of despair and dismay on his face.
"No other reason they would have such a fleet so close to our shores."
"Take a look at that one right there!" Corporal McCallum called out, lowering the field telescope he was holding to his right eye. "That's gotta be an invasion fleet! The deck is swarming with men armed with rifles! And they gotta be wearing the strangest uniforms!"
"Prepare yourselves, men!" Called out Colonel Charles Green from atop his horse. "The Navy may have failed, but we shall not give up! Bring forth the artillery!" He commanded. "Sergeants, prepare the guns, and let those Germanic barbarians have what for!"
As Privates Clark Bennett and Clark turned, they were met with at least a dozen six pounder field guns, as well as half a dozen nine pounder, being pushed by men, and pulled by horses up to the very edge of the Dover Cliffs. Behind them were about a dozen mortars, with men hurriedly loading in shells as fast as they could.
"I don't think those will do much to those ships," Bennett said, alarmed at how suicidal the Colonel seemed to be, even after witnessing the destruction of the Navy just minutes ago. "They withstood heavier naval cannon, what good will these do against them?"
"We shall not give up, soldiers!" Barked a nearby Captain who strode pompously up to them. "Now take up your positions with the rest of the men, and await further orders!" The two privates obeyed, for what else could they do?
As they lay prone on the grass of the cliffs, they watched as a number of small boats were being lowered into the water by the larger ships. Each boat had dozens of gray-clad soldiers with rifles, while other slightly larger boats sailed in between them, almost as if they were escorts. The sight was mesmerizing for the men of the 16th Foot. The larger ships, and even some of the smaller ones, moved without any sail. How was such a feat possible?
"Look at all the fookers!" one of the men said in astonishment. "Oi can't say oi ever saw dat many men before!"
"We'll give them a good beatin and make them regret ever comin to the England!" Sergeant Edwards said with the utmost confidence. "Steel yourselves men, get ready!"
No sooner had he said that, artillery boomed behind and alongside them, the six and nine pounder guns, and mortars lobbing explosives at the enemy jammed tight in the boats below. Then the volley fire began. Three ranks of men, prone, kneeling, and standing, all opened fire with their muskets at the boats below. Many of them knew the chances of them scoring a hit was low, but they had to make the effort. Splashes of water bracketed the small boats rowing to shore as some of the cannon balls got close to the craft.
The men on the boats were packed so tightly that they couldn't even shoulder their rifles to fire. They were fish in a barrel begging to be shot. That was, until the larger escort boats opened fire with their demonic sounding guns and cannon atop the cliffs. Guns that seemed to fire hundreds, if not thousands of rounds into the ranks of soldiers atop the cliffs.
Men fell in droves as rounds tore through the ranks, collapsing at least half of the standing ranks, and many in the other two. Dozens of men lay dead or dying on the cliffs as the escorting boats made the men of the 16th Regiment of Foot pull back from the cliffs edge.
"Oi, where the fook do you think your goin! Get back to the front and foight!" One of the captains screamed, waving his sword, and drawing his flintlock pistol. "We won't let a bunch of sorry-" His words were cut off as a round clipped the top of his head clean off, and his lifeless body collapsed to the ground.
"Standfast men, standfast!" Colonel Green demanded! "We must-"
The cliffs exploded in a shower of dirt and fire as loud booms thundered from the large naval vessels in the Dover Strait. Great clouds of dirt and smoke obscured their vision as men screamed for their mothers, and for their very lives. Bodies were flung into the air, being tossed away from, or even over the cliffs, and into the waters below. Men's bodies were torn apart by the sheer explosive force of the shell bursts, and within seconds, what remained of the 16th Regiment were fleeing.
At least half the regiment was dead or wounded, but the survivors could not, and would not stay to help them. The guns from the naval ships boomed once more, and again the cliffs were overtaken by smoke and flame, shaking the very earth like they had called down the wrath of God himself. Horses neighed in terror and even the men manning the mortars further back from the cliffs were in retreat. Officers tried to rally the men, but none of them were obeyed the regiment. They did not want to die uselessly.
"Jesus fookin Christ lads, what in da hell are those guns they have!" Private Clark said he ran with the rest of the men, his musket still tightly gripped in his hand as he sprinted away from the certain death that awaited him if he didn't.
"Fookin Germans shouldn't have big fooking guns like that!" Bennett huffed out in reply as he too sprinted as hard and as fast as he could away from the carnage. The men of the regiment ran for about half a mile until they came upon a road that was filled with frightened and terrified onlookers who had seen and heard the assault upon the cliffs of Dover.
"I say, just what is going on over there? I thought you boys were supposed to be defending us, not running like cowards!" Some richly dressed woman waving a fan in front of her face said.
"Fook you, we just got our arses kicked over on the Cliffs! Those damn Germans have weapons we never e'en seen before!" Bennett exclaimed angrily. "How aboot you go fooking fight them, ya damn cunt!"
The woman gasped aloud, eyes going wide, and looked as if she were about to faint. How dare they talk to her like that?
"Why, how dare you!" She said indignantly. "I will have you know that I am-"
They never learned who she was, as the eerie quiet was soon broken by what sounded like a wail off in the distance. A wailing that grew louder and louder in pitch and volume. Turning to the east, they could make out at least six shapes in the distant sky from the direction of the sound. The objects, whatever they were, were very high in the air, and seemed to be diving down almost like a falcon dives for its prey.
The objects grew larger and they could make out what seemed to be wings of a sort on the thing, almost like a bird. Only these wings didn't flap. Then they saw winks of light twinkling on the wings, and soon the ground all around them was churning up dirt and shrapnel as rounds fell on them by the hundreds, possibly by the thousands. Men's limbs were blown off, others were torn in half, and everyone still on their feet was scrambling for cover.
But that noise, that dreadful, hellish noise. It didn't stop. It got louder, and louder, until the strange machines that flew above them got to but a few hundred feet above them, and dropped what seemed to be large eggs atop the men of the 16th Regiment. Only they weren't eggs, they were giant bombs.
Each one dropped by the flying machines exploded in a shower of dirt and bloody limbs. The already beleaguered 16th Regiment once again found itself under assault by an enemy they couldn't stop. Hell, they couldn't even inconvenience them, even with the defensive advantage, even against slow rowing boats when they had an artillery advantage.
Half of the remaining men in the regiment were either dead or dying as the flying machines were joined by others, tearing through their ranks with those rapid fire muskets they carried. Some men fell to their knees, curled up in fetal positions, and cried. Others waited for the inevitable to happen. Few stood their ground and fired feebly at their attackers. The rest of them, like Bennett and Clark, ran for their lives.