The newly appointed State Representative, Constantine Siegwart, signed the resolution to support the Canton of Fribourg with the backing of representatives from the cantons.
The news did not reach Archduke Charles until a week later. In fact, this had been at Minofel's instruction. After all, the former was an Austrian archduke, and a dispute with him might damage the harmony within the alliance.
"Archduke Charles, that's what happened. Bishop Minofel completely disrupted your deployment and diverted a large number of troops and supplies to Fribourg."
Captain Ulrich Salis recounted the whole affair, somewhat apologetically. He was afraid the old general might simply throw in the towel and walk away. After all, Bishop Minofel's actions had undone all their previous preparations.
Captain Ulrich Salis was currently serving as acting field marshal of the Swiss League of Orthodoxy. The League simply lacked commanders; it had nothing to do with the fact that he had studied in Austria.
Minofel had taken two-thirds of the Swiss League of Orthodoxy's forces in one go. Archduke Charles was not angry. On the contrary, he let out a long breath of relief.
The quality of the Swiss army was simply too poor. The League of Orthodoxy's army of a hundred thousand was made up mostly of farmers and unemployed artisans.
The League of Orthodoxy lacked officers, a sense of urgency, and supplies. Most of its soldiers had never even fired a gun, let alone received systematic training.
On top of that, the soldiers were deeply divided by region. They were timid in public battles but bold in private brawls, difficult to command, and often a nuisance to the local people.
"Except for the security and Logistics Department troops, he can take them all."
Marshal Ulrich Salis thought he had misheard.
"That doesn't seem right."
"There's nothing wrong