1635: The Eastern Front: Chapter Twenty Nine

Near the Warta river, northwest of Poznan

    Wojtowicz’s agent came into Stanislaw Koniecpolski’s command tent, which had been pitched close to the river. It was more in the way of a pavilion, actually. Like the great magnate that he was, the grand hetman traveled in style even during wartime.

    “Another message had arrived from Jozef,” the agent announced. “And it’s good news this time.”

    He gave the hand-written message to Koniecpolski.

    Big storm coming. May last for days.

    “Finally,” he said. He turned to his aides, who half-filled the tent. “I want the army moving by dawn tomorrow. There’s a Swede who needs killing.”