Fribourg, Fribourg Fortress.
Bishop Minofel had not actually commanded from the front lines. Instead, he had remained at the center of the army the entire time. So he had no idea how the fighting at the front was going. All he knew was that the fifty thousand troops who had set out were now down to forty thousand.
After that, he tried several more times to break through in other directions, but the results were much the same. However, after suffering several crushing defeats, his forces had recovered their numbers, and Bishop Minofel's confidence had returned somewhat as well.
Now he began to reflect on his own mistakes. He had not realized that the enemy's Achilles' heel was also his own. But he had not lost. As long as he held the fortress guarding the valley entrance, he could remain undefeated.
Elsewhere on the battlefield, in Lucerne.
Constantine Siegwart, the League of Orthodoxy's state representative, and Ulrich Salis, its supreme marshal, paced back and forth inside a room. They had originally planned to implement Bishop Minofel's strategy of hunkering down.
But from the very beginning of the war, the situation had looked grim.
Three states in the League of Orthodoxy had defected at the first opportunity. Before they did, they had even tricked the league out of a large quantity of weapons and supplies.
The rebellions in Argau, St. Gallen, and Ticino had cut off the League of Orthodoxy's routes to the outside world. Meanwhile, the league's main force, which Bishop Minofel had taken with him, was trapped in Fribourg. The balance of the situation had already begun to tip decisively against them.
The League of Orthodoxy's highest military and political commanders were now like ants scrambling on a hot pan, while Archduke Charles continued calmly and methodically arranging his