30th September 1574
My current conflict with Ostros will most likely be classified by the chronicle writers as the first war of its own kind. Normally, after the grand battle would be won, the sides would usually either switch to the war of attrition, with the losing party desperately trying to assemble new army while the winner would do its utmost to close that window of opportunity for his enemies.
But what was happening around me right now, could only be compared to the introduction of proxy warfare to the world, three hundred years before this type of conflict was first created.
Clearing out all the defensive lines of Ostros, took my forces entire damned week. But there was nothing that I could do about it without compromising on my priorities. Without the ample preparations to take each line of fortifications, I would have to throw my troops to the meatgrinder, quickly slaughtering my entire army before even putting Ostros capital to a siege.
