After almost a year and a half of hard fighting, the Britainese high command found it had accomplished little on the continent. In sharp contrast to the invasions of Aisland and Sucania, which had sent the natives running with their lives in their fists, the Goths had fought with tooth and nail, burning bridges, blowing dikes and mooring lines to turn the Rhinemouths into an impassable quagmire. Eighteen months of fighting had already claimed hundreds of thousands of Britainese lives and taken them only two hundred kilometers from the coast; at this rate, every man in Britain would be dead by the time they reached Regansbaurg. Victory, as Magister Goddodin wrote, “will come only at the breaking of the enemy’s heart and of his back.”
Particularly difficult had been the fighting in Doristad, one of the first targets of the invasion because of its proximity to the coast and status as provisional capital of the newborn republic. Goddodin had promised to the High King himself that the fall of the capital would bring the swift collapse of Gothic rule, the Chairman and his cronies fleeing like rats. Instead, Bisinsen had dug in, turning the city’s maze of alleyways and canals into a vast charnel house that would claim thousands of Britainese. The regular Gothic forces had been bolstered by tens of thousands of irregulars, both those organized into the paramilitary ‘Gothic and Christian Army’ (GCA) and plain civilians, either fighting directly or smuggling arms and supplies to the defenders. In the Britainese view, this violated all rules of war and demonstrated that Gothic civilians were combatants in everything but name--ap Rhodri was nearly killed by an elderly woman-turned-suicide bomber in April, and by the end of the siege both men and officers had begun summarily executing GCA fighters as partisans.
To Goddodin, in desperate fear of personal and strategic failure, it demonstrated that victory would be impossible so long as Goths--soldiers, ‘deputized fighters’, civilians--were allowed to hide behind the laws of war. As he declared to the men of the Special Advance Force in the infamous 10 December Proclamation,
“On account of partisan actions…by all Goths in the rear of our lines, and in the center of the front, such as at Doristad and Nidmagan…any Goths you find are to be considered lawful combatants, and treated as such, until otherwise proven.”
It was thus that the Britainese came to Duhisbaurg, a significant urban and industrial hub, seated at the crossroads of the Rhineway and the Great Hellweg, the two greatest roads of Gothia. If taken swiftly, it would open all of Germania to the Britainese; if it became a second Doristad, the war would drag on into eternity.
Once more, Bisinsen had dug in, arming partisans and preparing for a grueling house-to-house struggle across the city. Instead, the Britainese pounded the city with artillery and air attack, collapsing the narrow web of logistics that fed the city’s millions, then followed it with a wave of gas attacks. Then, once the defenders of the city scattered, their throats melting inside them, the streets raked with shrapnel, the Britainese advanced, overwhelming the regular lines and driving into the core of the city with bayonets fixed, hacking through homes, shooting down anything that moved. On 20 December, the provisional government declared the city open and ordered their partisans to lay down arms, joining the vast flow of refugees moving in all directions.
The Britainese burned.