June 21, 1486
It is the summer solstice, and has been chosen as the first day we march. Troops have been assembled in Westphalia, Kalenberg and Ansbach, somewhere in the countrysides. I travel with the Kaiser, and we are currently in Köln with several generals and the majority of the Kaiserwache. To my great pleasure, one of these generals is Schierholtz, who I somehow managed to have raised to a rank equal to my own. For the moment, at least. If he performs as well as he can, he may become a true Adlige and not simply a landed man like myself. I could certainly use the influence of a new Junker in the court.
As soon as the plans are finalized and agreed upon, we march. We plan to attack on three fronts: One entering rebel territory from Westphalia, our current position, by marching West until we meet Burgundy. A second army shall do the same farther south, pushing the line into Baden from Ansbach. A third and final army shall march from Kalenberg into Brandenberg, first to mop up encircled rebellious towns and then march to Berlin. It shall be a good day.
June 21, 1486
It seems I shall have to make a second entry, for this is news worth mentioning. It seems the Kaiser made a secret agreement with the Burgundians, promising them German land in order to gain their support in the war effort. Although I, like any true German man, do not relish the thought of foreigners occupying ancestral soil, the Burgundians are similar enough that it may be tolerated. Their dozens of divisions shall be no small return, either. Together, we may quickly crush the treacherous threat of the south once and for all, completely and forever. Some generals disapproved, but Schierholtz argued that if it would help Prussia regain much of the Vaterland.