Time rewinds to an hour ago.
Prince Schwarzenberg had just returned to the military camp, his mood sour.
"Today's attack has made absolutely no progress!" he exclaimed angrily.
The Chief of Staff immediately attempted to placate him: "The enemy hides in their fortifications and shoots like cowards. In doing so, they avoid their biggest disadvantage—lack of training. It's not that our forces are incompetent, it's that the enemy is too crafty!"
Prince Schwarzenberg muttered to himself, echoing his Chief of Staff's words: "Crafty, crafty!"
If Frost were here, he would have laughed out loud, for he would certainly have thought of a certain colonel.
But Frost was not here.
Schwarzenberg said, "Let the troops eat well and sleep well today. Tomorrow we will launch a more determined attack."
Just then, a Messenger Soldier entered the tent, announcing loudly, "Your Highness, a troop of French civilians have followed the supply convoy up here!"
