Where to Now?

-At Mecklenheim, inside Flossian territory -

The Schultzdorf Brigade seemed to have rested enough after the siege of Mecklenheim. The roads, however, turned to a sea of mud after the rain, and this essentially cut off their way with the Freelancers posting as vanguard and Bishop Miccheim's Landwehr Brigade opposing them. 

Von Hohenspitz was seen walking around camp, glaring at the horizon deep in his thoughts. He could send a messenger to Colonel von Petzger with orders to mount an attack on the Flossian troops, harass them then retreat - just as they did at the beginning of the conflict. He wanted to wait with the weekly payment of the troops as well - the Freelancers would see doing this 'behind their back' as an insult and they are not men of a high morale and organization. Instead, the General decided to sack Mecklenheim's storages. The soldiers found some good bread and beer - that's enough for a while.

No news came from the hinterlands either. He did not know how well Dietrich von Spülge progressed, and this made him wary. If von Spülge is defeated - he was still insecure about his abilities as an army commander - there is nothing between the major Flossian force and the border; furthermore, the capital itself. An insurrection must be called and the Princeps Erhard Berthold must ride out himself to face the Union. Without his Garde du Corps, von Hohenspitz added.

First things first, though: a good sunny day would make the roads easier to use. Defeating the Landwehr would be a key to winning the actual campaign. And he will send someone back to Störkburg the next day, inquiring about any news of the North. 

-Beneath Spülge-

The 2nd Dreichholm Brigade was licking its wounds. Dietrich von Spülge knew a hard day was behind them, and the fragments of the Flossian brigade of foot at Grübsheim would make not a huge threat seeing how well the brigade - despite being smaller and not nearly as well prepared as the 1st - did against the enemy cavalry. 

'What are your orders, Sir?', asked his aide. Von Spülge remained silent, then said: 'Send errands to the nearby fortresses. Gather all the artillery they can, and bring all of it to me. Send their crews too. In three days we march on Grübsheim.'

-Somewhere in the Böhnstadter countryside-

Lady Ingetora Orstsdottir hated coaches. This one, taking her northwards to Varangia seemed to feel the same about her: it was shaking and giving unbearable noises as it travelled along the old country road. 'By the time we reach Gluteborg, the war will be won', said the ambassador to herself. 'I'll buy a horse at the next inn, it will make things faster.'