Battle of Breitenfeld (1631) - Prelude To The Swedish Phase of The Thirty Years War

Prelude To The Swedish Phase of The Thirty Years War

See also: Thirty Years War

If the first phase of the Thirty Years War, or Wars, as some historians call it, hinged on the Palatine inheritance, this phase hinged on the liberties of various bishoprics in Lorraine, and the autonomy of several Lutheran princes, including imperial Electors of Saxony and Brandenburg. The issue was not only about religion, although the issue manifested itself in the princely religious autonomy. At issue was the larger problem of imperial rule versus princely autonomy: at its most basic, the argument was over the nature of power and authority in the Holy Roman Empire.

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