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The civil war was at a stalemate. Pahell's army had surrounded Harmatti's castle. The siege had been going on for a fortnight.
Harmatti's castle had a terrain advantageous for a defensive battle. With the coastal cliffs at its back, there was no space for the army to maneuver around the back. The only strategy seemed to be a frontal assault.
"C’mon, move faster, faster!"
"That log is too short."
The Imperial sappers were busily working, chopping wood without their shirts.
"Timber!"
A soldier holding an axe shouted as a tall tree fell as he wiped the beading sweat off his face. The tree soon became lumber, piling up at the campsite. It was material to make the siege weapons as well as firewood for the winter.
"This is quite a sturdy fortress. It’s a good castle."
Ferzen said, gazing at the castle walls through his pale eyes. An Imperial knight next to him detailed the features of the walls to Ferzen.
"General Ferzen, is there no way to conquer it?"
Pahell asked anxiously. Winter was just around the corner.
"Prince Varca, a siege is a battle of patience, ohoho. Against a fortress like that, I can't guarantee victory in a frontal assault. If I were the one defending it, I could easily hold off five thousand men...
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