There are many factors that affect victory on the battlefield, and even many schools of tactics have emerged, some believe that the number of soldiers is the determining factor, some think that the plan is rigorous, and some think that the weather factor, but no matter which school of thought agrees that morale is important, and morale on the battlefield is an elusive thing, but it is an extremely critical factor.

The morale-boosting side, even if it is in a disadvantageous position, can turn defeat into victory, but when a battle with high morale on both sides often leads to a never-ending ending, Ken's noble cavalry charges at the Ammar mercenary brigade, and the Ammar people, under the command of Nasser and Haradin, use religious fanaticism to drum up a succession of attacks.

"Ahhh The roar of humans and the sound of weapons colliding were intertwined, I don't know where the smoke and dust caused by the fire rose, Bruce stood above the gate of the manor and watched, he couldn't help but pull the collar with his hand, he didn't expect the direction of the war to turn into a battle to the death, this group of noble cavalry is the strongest strategic class in his territory, if all of them are lost here, it is really not cost-effective.

"Ignath, give me all the soldiers you have at your disposal." Bruce turned to Ignath.

"What, uh, good, good, Lord Baron." Ignas was slightly stunned, but he still nodded, and agreed to Bruce's rude request, as an independent lord of the manor, he did not swear allegiance like Bruce, and all Bruce's request was not in accordance with aristocratic customary law.

"Lord Baron, now that the battle has become stalemate, it is too dangerous." But Phoebe, who was next to Bruce, advised him.

"My men are fighting, am I going to hide here?" Bruce ignored Phoebe's advice, and strode down the gatehouse, the sword at his waist clanging as he flapped his legs, and a hussar handed him a high-topped iron helmet.

"Yes, Lord Baron." Phoebe reluctantly followed behind Bruce, knowing that Bruce had made up his mind, and perhaps it was Ken's courage with the noble cavalry that made the young baron feel the blood of the battle.

But just as Ignas was gathering the armed servants of his manor, his butler came to his side worriedly, and looked at his cowardly but now stubborn master, and the butler almost did not recognize him.

"Sir, do you want the servants to follow the baron to war?" The butler asked, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"Yes." Ignas nodded, his face covered in soot.

"However, we have already hired mercenaries, so let's let the mercenaries go to war, isn't this their job? Sir, why should you take the risk? The butler asked with a sad face.

"The Baron and his soldiers have done their best, and now the Baron is going to fight in person, and this is our own home, relying on someone else's hand to protect our home, this is not what a nobleman should do." Ignas's eyes showed determination, and the cowardice of the past had been completely invisible after the baptism of war.

"Old, sir." The butler's lips twitched a few times, but he didn't continue.

Bruce sat down on his horse again, the light cavalry and Phoebe next to him followed, and the Glinton mercenaries gathered into two queues, these mercenaries who had been protecting the manor were exhausted, but when they saw Baron Bruce at this time, their eyes were full of vitality, no one would have thought that Bruce would come to the rescue quickly, not only bringing noble cavalry, but more importantly, the Baron was with them, which shows that the Glynton mercenaries were not abandoned by Bruce, but were partners who fought side by side.

"Soldiers of Greenton, I know you are tired and hungry, but now that our brethren are fighting valiantly outside, spilling their blood, and the hateful enemy is attacking them with impunity, can we, as companions, see death without help?" Bruce tightened the reins of his horse, his crotch whirling on the ground, and on horseback, Bruce gave an impassioned and loud speech before the war.

"I can't."

"I can't."

"I can't."

The Greenton mercenaries watched Bruce, their spears clenched in their hands, and shouted hoarsely.

"Very good, let's go!" Bruce looked at the high-spirited Glynton mercenaries, nodded solemnly, and he turned his horse's head and commanded in the direction of the gate.

"Lord Baron." Suddenly, Ignaus, dressed in his ancestral armor and carrying a long sword at his waist, came to Bruce's horse and stopped him.

"Huh?" Bruce was a little surprised, he just asked Ignas to give him the force to use, but now Ignath looked like he was going to battle.

"I, Lord Baron, Ignath. Egbert. Lance, Weavelet. Boris. Son of Lance, I would like to offer you my sword and loyalty, and I ask you to allow me to serve you. Ignaus knelt down on one knee beside Bruce's warhorse, drew his sword with a solemn face, and said to Bruce with both hands upward.

"Ignath, you want to pledge your allegiance to me and become my vassal?" Bruce was a little surprised, he didn't expect Ignas to give up his independence and offer his loyalty to himself at this time.

"Yes, my lordship, your selfless assistance to me and my family has shown me the virtues of a noble lord, for which I have volunteered to become your vassal." Ignas nodded, and he raised the sword in his hand even higher.

"Understood." Bruce sighed, his original intention was just to find an employer for the Glinton mercenaries and make a little money, but since Ignas was so sincere, he was no longer hypocritical, and turned slightly sideways from the horse, and grabbed the sword presented by Ignas in his hand, because it was protected by leather gloves, the blade could not hurt him, and then Bruce held the hilt of the sword and quickly slapped Ignas's shoulders and back with the blade of the sword.

"I, lord of Grand Glinton, rightful baron of the Locke family, Bruce. Locke, accept your allegiance, from today onwards you and your family will be under my protection, and as long as your loyalty to your family remains unchanged, this vassal relationship will remain unchanged forever until the end of the world. Bruce quickly repeated his allegiance, then handed the sword back to Ignath.

"Thank you, Lord Baron, that my family and I will always be at your disposal." Ignath's face flushed with roses, and he stood up with his sword in his hand excitedly.

"Let's go, start fighting." Bruce was on horseback, nodded, touched the brim of his helmet with the fingers of his right hand, and then tightened his grip on the reins of the horse, and commanded loudly.

"Squeak." The gates of the manor were opened, and the soldiers, led by Bruce, rushed out into the midst of the fierce battle.