General Alexander, who always wore a good-natured smile as he soothed Fried, was the type who showed no mercy in his methods. And yet the Baschurten army didn't budge.
What dogged bastards.
They had barred their gates so tightly it was as if they wouldn't come out even if everything were burned to the ground.
One of the commanders under Fried cautiously proposed:
"How about requesting support from our allies in Basel?"
"That's out of the question! Do you want us to become a laughingstock?"
"He's right! At this rate, can we even take the castle by next year?"
"No! The princes will look down on us Euz!"
There was a matter of pride at play, so opinions were divided even on the simple matter of requesting support. The blunder was failing to properly prepare to take a fortress as solid as that one. We should have planned for a long campaign.
We'd prepared with a short campaign in mind, so naturally everything fell short.
