William walked out of the castle, took the reins from his attendants, stepped on his best chosen horse, and began to walk towards the center of the town.

Not far from the center of the town was actually a square in front of his castle, which was large enough to accommodate the assembly of thousands of troops.

At this time, in addition to the army directly under William, which counted 300 archers and 400 light infantry, a total of 2,500 people, there were also noble troops of more than 1,000 people.

This battle was fought against the Chekers, and they had to face a large number of cavalry, so it was useless to mobilize serfs to the battlefield, on the contrary, if the serfs were easily crushed by the enemy, then it was easy to impact their own regular army and disrupt the formation.

Therefore, this time William asked the nobles to bring elite regular troops, so the number of troops was not large and the scale was not large.

If he had to mobilize all his troops, William would have been able to mobilize a lot, after all, he already had more than 40,000 militiamen among his people who had undergone a year's initial training, and this was not the limit of Denlenburg.

The total number of troops that the Central Cekers could mobilize was more than 8,000 men, and these 8,000 were not serfs mobilized like the war between the Lordes.

Although they are not regular troops, after all, their physique is better than that of the Loerdes, although their combat effectiveness is not as good as that of the regular army, but they are much better than the serf conscripts, and even stronger than the militia trained by William.

I have to say that the current West Çeker people are really weakened too badly, although they have been recuperating for two years, but in the face of the occasional attacks of the Middle Çeker people, they still consume a lot of strength, and now even if all the troops are mobilized, there are only more than 4,000 people, even if William's troops are added, it is only more than 7,000 people.

William rode to the center of the town on his horse, and looked at the elite troops in the center of the town, forming a whole, like an unshakable mountain, and his heart couldn't help but feel pride.

This is the premise of his reliance in this world, the premise of everything he has, and this group of soldiers in dark armor is his pride.

Glancing at his own army, William shouted, "My soldiers! ”

"Die for you! Lord Earl! ”

The Manders infantry slammed their spears to the ground, the sword and shield soldiers inside also tapped their shields hard, the heavy infantry let out a roar, and the knights tapped the armor on their chests with their gauntlets, and the voices in their hearts rang out.

William's brainwashing was quite successful, he asked the officials to brainwash the people, coupled with his policies to benefit the people, so that the hundreds of thousands of people in the entire territory were all loyal to him for a year.

In the army, the original Mandes infantry veterans were extremely loyal to William, and under the influence of their atmosphere, coupled with the indoctrination of the captain of the column, subtly, everyone was very loyal to William.

And the knights, their interests are all tied to William's body, and their character has also been screened, so William's army is not all his brainless fans, but at least they are all loyal.

Citizens outside the town center stopped to watch, and in a short period of time, more than 3,000 people gathered here to watch, and the number is still increasing.

They were all struck by the discipline and well-equipped nature of William's army, and the fierceness they exuded was beyond the reach of an ordinary soldier.

The residents have great respect for these soldiers, they not only have high salaries, but also very good benefits, plus William's efforts to improve the status of soldiers, so joining the army is a very honorable thing.

Looking at the army that was extremely fierce in the field, looking strong in battle, but was innocent of the ordinary people, the citizens showed expressions of admiration and envy on their faces.

The children followed the adults, whispering as they watched the mighty army in the field.

"Behold, the Manders are truly heroic, and when I grow up, I must become a glorious, valiant Manders infantryman, serving the Earl on the battlefield and at the same time giving my family a better life!"

A sturdy-looking teenager swore as he looked at the Manders infantryman.

"I'm better than you! I'm going to enter a heavy infantry unit! Behold, a tall heavy infantryman in double armor and a great axe in his hand, I was born for the heavy infantry! ”

Another teenager also said.

"Hmph, heavy infantry units aren't that easy to get into! You have to have that kind of strength! ”

"Of course I have! Would you like to try it? ”

While the two of them were arguing, another teenager also spoke, and he said in an old-fashioned manner: "I want to become a heavy cavalry, and now there is a cavalry training camp in the militia training camp, I want to become a heavy cavalryman, and then fight and train hard, and strive to become a knight of the inner palace of Lord Earl!" ”

The teenagers' goals were ambitious, and their views represented the ideas of most of the boys in Denlenburg, and William's propaganda skills were strong, and every month he would publicize his army and some policies, and the picture books and posters attracted most of the boys.

Maybe they won't be a soldier, or a blacksmith, or a doctor, or a carpenter, or most people's profession, serfs or farmers, but it's still their dream.

The seeds of the martial arts of Denlenburg have been planted, and are still taking root, and in time I am afraid that it will be a qualitative change, and the power of a territory with astonishing productivity and martial people will be terrifying.

Looking at his army, he didn't say anything else, William just gave a brief lecture and led them out.

On the other hand, Chief Mutus, who had William's backing, had nothing to think about, and he sent out light cavalry troops to begin to clean up and harass some scattered herdsmen in Middle Cheker.

As for the Middle Cherc, who were in charge of farming or following the big tribes, they could not attack, and now they could only pick up soft persimmons and pinch them.

But Chief Tiliro was not a vegetarian either, not to mention that he had more cavalry in his hands, and just like that, an outpost battle between the light cavalry had begun piecemeal.

On the steppes, on the hills, they shoot at each other with their horned bows and their compatriots who are exactly the same race as they look.

The scimitars and spears in their hands greeted each other mercilessly, and it was completely impossible to see that they were compatriots of the same race.

For a time, brutal and bloody skirmishes were staged in the southern pastures of the Middle Chekers, and the scale of the battles often did not exceed ten men, but in just a few days, both sides had lost dozens of men, which were elite light cavalry.