My downfall came early on;
had I understood the German strategy earlier,
I may have been able to put up a better front.
Essentially, I tried a very flawed defense against a highly stylized Blitzkrieg that simply wiped out the Soviets.
I kept my units together and did not subdivide as I should have to be able to meet the German subdivisions at the same level of operation.
As a result, my opponent was able to infiltrate at a level that I was simply unable to answer.
We were, in essence, playing two different styles of war, and his was overwhelmingly successful.
At the end, I realized that I was fighting an entirely different type of "map" that he controlled entirely, and would control, all the way to the Urals.
I am simply not same level of player. It was as if, as a Class B Chess player, I was fighting a Grandmaster: simply no chance.
It was simply no contest, and Mr. Fortune deserves a better fight, a better opponent. Perhaps against cpt flam or another, he would have more challenge,
but I was simply crushed. At the last battle, when Moscow Front could not even scratch his paratroops at the Volga, and rails / reinforcements were entirely failed,
I realized that it was a lost cause. To save the treasures of Moscow, I capitulated.
Even Shostakovitch, in this go, did not finish his Leningrad Symphony.
Anyway, it was fun for a while, but descended (for the Soviets) into utter annihiliation.
This man is a Master, if not a Grandmaster. I bow to his skills.