"They're retreating," Alfred said happily, knowing what it meant. "Henryk. If Jaslo fell, where would Snowid retreat to?" The old duke looked at Alfred and kissed his teeth, falling into thought.
"There is one fort that can support such a large army before reaching Tourn." Henryk walked off quickly and, after a minute, returned with a map. Crouching down, he rolled it out on the ground and pointed. "Malbork. It's a large fort on the crossroads that leads north, south, and east. It is also the only road possible to march an army on."
Alfred looked at it and frowned. "How big?"
"Easily, a few thousand can be kept inside. Around Tourn, there are four forts that are similar. They were created for the sole purpose of being the final line of defence." Alfred sighed at Henryk's words. He expected something like this. It was already a blessing that Henryk's rebellion made the war so easy. His army was fresh, and their only targets now were the hardest to attack.
