Clautic

France, 1934. The scars of the Great War still shape the military minds of the Third Republic. Trapped in the past, its generals place their faith in fortifications and defensive warfare, while across the Rhine, a new German army rises, faster, deadlier, and ready to crush everything in its path.

Into this world awakens Captain Étienne Moreau, a man who should not exist. He remembers another life, one where France falls in 1940, where German tanks storm through the Ardennes, bypassing the Maginot Line. One where his country surrenders in a matter of weeks.

But here, now, he has a chance to stop it.

As an officer in the 2nd Armored Division, he fights for reforms: pushing for mobile tank warfare, warning of Hitler’s growing ambitions, and challenging the high command’s obsession with World War I tactics. Yet, his ideas are dismissed as radical, madness from a young officer who "thinks he knows war."

Surrounded by political intrigue, military infighting, and rising fascism, Moreau must carefully navigate the system, winning allies among future leaders like Charles de Gaulle, while avoiding suspicion from the French High Command. His knowledge is a double-edged sword, if he is too aggressive, he risks being labeled a traitor. If he does nothing, he will live to see France burn.

As war draws closer, Moreau faces a terrifying question: Can history be changed? Or is France doomed to fall, no matter what he does?

Time is running out. The Blitzkrieg is coming. And he may be France’s last chance to fight back.
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Reincarnated: Vive La France

At the Gare de Lyon command hub, Colonel Arnaud Bernard spread a map across the table, pinning down rail hubs with cigarette ends.

"Dijon must fall by 09:00," he said, tapping the point. "No gunfire. Use the 12th Infantry. They're locals, they'll blend in."

A major leaned in. "And if loyalists are dug in?"

Bernard didn't look up. "Cut the lines. No trains, no comms. Isolate the city. If the mayor still breathes by midday, we failed."

A messenger rushed in, mud from knee to boot. "Orders from the Palais Bourbon. Marseille is resisting. Hard."

"General Duclerc. Southern Division. He's holding the naval base and refusing to recognize the authority of the Paris command."

"You can't shoot a hungry city and expect it to thank you."