Re: England useless!!
Why is it in any thread about Britain somebody always has to come in and say the British army was bad when that has nothing to do with the thread itself?
The British army fought in the way it was best suited to against the French.
They trained,equipped and fed there allies who fought with them and used there superior skills to beat the French.
In the penisula they took a long time true.
They also lost far less men then the French did and won almost every battle defeating most of Napoleons best generals.
Yes the army wasnt entirely British but it was largely trained,equipped and payed by the British and im relatively sure Britain was the only nation involved in that entire war that was never forced to surrender or conquered.
Then the French attempted to prevent British trade.
Good plan except French officer's were selling the right to trade with Britain for a profit.
Bit of a slap in the face for the o so mighty emperor.
Then there's the navy.
France attempted to expand before napoleon became emperor but ran into the small issue of there navy being sent to the bottom of the ocean by the British.
Napoleon attempted to invade Britain then failed totally called off the invasion and then he's newly rebuilt navy got sank all over again by the British.
Waterloo that was the army he was given not the one he decided upon Arthur had no choice in the matter.
And then they only held that position long enough for the remnants of the already defeated Prussian army to arrive because he's tactics were a match for napoleons and he may have won except a rather large portion of the allied army broke and fled the field before the battle ended.
Now onto the subject.
The game tends to avoid naval invasions a lot of the time the best way to get the British involved is send 1 army by sea urself take a coastal city bordering Britain and give it to them with some money.
Usually after that they will being sending men across the channel to defend there land and start expanding.
Other then that its just a rare sight to see a nation going on a naval blitz.
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We shall go on to the end, we shall fight in France,
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we shall fight on the beaches,
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we shall fight in the fields and in the streets,
we shall fight in the hills;
we shall never surrender.
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