Time had entered May.
The warm sea breeze from the Mediterranean had already swept across the Apennine Peninsula.
From Verona to Bologna, a total distance of 128 kilometers. The Emperor's Alliance could only advance a short distance each day, often at a tremendous cost.
Continuously, soldiers from the Empire fell to the frequent attacks of the Synthetic Human forces, so much so that the morale within the troops had almost plummeted to rock bottom.
Any discerning individual could see that the Church Court was waging a technologically asymmetric war against the Empire, where the latter was losing real lives while the former was merely spending money.
Had it not been for the high prices the remains of the Synthetic Humans fetched at the army market, soldiers from various Duchies would have long since revolted.
