After all, without a stable rear, who can fight with peace of mind, maybe when the enemy will come behind him, and he won't know if he will be killed when the time comes.

"Steady! Steady! The enemy has no reinforcements at all, that's fake, the real Baron William has already gone to a decisive battle with Lord Earl, don't believe the enemy's nonsense! A mid-level commander shouted desperately to his soldiers.

In fact, none of these high-ranking officers did not know about the enemy, and it was impossible for anyone to hide the news that the nobles were going to fight a decisive battle.

Now, all they have to do is to convince the soldiers of what they say and reassure them.

"Trust me! That's definitely fake! As long as we can defeat the enemy now, victory will be ours, and you will be able to return home in peace! ”

The nobles tried their best to explain in the chaos of the troops, but not many people could believe it, they all thought that they had thousands of enemy troops behind them, ready to take their lives.

"Damn it! Go to hell! "The soldiers of the Viscount of Lausas were also in confusion, and the knights did not follow him, to be exact, he did not charge with the Earl of Surveysville, and his knights were requisitioned by the Earl of Surveysville.

He cursed angrily, his remaining two hundred armed infantry had also suffered great losses, and the mercenaries he had brought with him had already fled to the middle of nowhere.

"Die! Cheap coward! Gritting his teeth and red eyes, he drew his sword and slashed to death an armed infantryman in disarray.

Blood spurted down the ruptured great artery, and in this not the forefront, nor the rear, blood irritated everyone.

The soldier closest to the dead soldier also had blood on his face, and he could clearly feel the heat of the blood.

It was rare to have something warm in the cold of winter, but the soldier did not feel the slightest joy, and his eyes widened and he looked at the scene in horror.

"Whoever is deceived by the enemy and runs around, he will be your fate! Calm me down! Viscount Lausas said to everyone with a hideous face.

The panic continued, and the troops belonging to Denlenburg were still fighting hard, taking advantage of this time to kill and wound a large number of confused enemies.

However, rumors are rumors, and in a matter of minutes, the enemy was back to normal under the organization of various officers and nobles.

Viscount Cowen looked at the chaotic troops under his command, and immediately gave the order to execute those who retreated and spread rumors.

After dozens of executions, the troops finally returned to normal, and on the battlefield, blood was the only way to keep the soldiers informed.

At least they understood that the enemy may or may not be behind them, but the Viscount's Warlord's Warlords are really behind them, and if they flinch or are afraid, they will immediately have a few whips from the Warlords, and even kill them directly.

Viscount Kewen sat on his horse, looked at the troops that had returned to their original state, and then glanced back at William's banner, and couldn't help but sneer.

"Keep fighting! At the same time, a part of the people was sent to check the situation in the rear of the troops! After Viscount Kewen sneered, he immediately returned his attention to the front line, casually commanded the people around him, and stopped paying attention.

"Yes, my lord, I will do it immediately, and you will receive the most accurate news in the shortest possible time!" As he spoke, a knight took dozens of people with him to check the situation in the rear.

The stability of the front also affected the situation in the rear of the local troops, and there were not many of the people in charge of these serfs, and after they saw that the front was back to normal, they also began to blindly obey, and a small number of light infantry who had originally thrown down their weapons also began to quietly pick up their weapons and fight with the enemy.

But no matter what, surrender is surrender, they are already frightened, even if the enemy's armor has been damaged, and the physical strength has been greatly consumed, their side is still not an opponent, such a big contrast is enough to make this group of light infantry desperate.

"My lord, the soldiers have already begun to suffer casualties, after all, our physical exertion is too great, do you want to withdraw one after another, rest for a while and then continue the battle?"

In the interval between the battles, one of the officers approached Banstesk and asked him in a loud voice, and even he himself felt very tired, let alone ordinary soldiers.

He believes that the purpose of their support is only to kill and injure the enemy's troops, and this kind of thing can continue even if it is rested for a while, so he said this.

"No! Now we must not retreat! Banstesk continued to fight without looking back.

"Why? We can kill and wound the enemy at any time, and if our soldiers suffer too many casualties, it will take a long time for the Baron to make up for it! ”

This officer is very clear about the difficulty of the soldiers' training, and he knows how this group of invincible Menders infantry came to be, which is that it takes more than a year of training, a lot of manpower and material resources, and several real battles to temper such a group of soldiers who are tough and brave against the enemy.

And Banstesk actually consumed these soldiers without mercy, which made him a little unacceptable, after all, his subordinates, relatives, friends, and fellow villagers were all in the army.

"Well, I'll tell you right now, our main purpose is not to kill or injure the enemy, but to put pressure on the enemy, and also to cheer up our people!"

"My solution is to make the enemy panic when they think our reinforcements have arrived, and make our people feel excited when they think reinforcements have arrived!" He paused.

"If we retreat now, what will both sides think? The enemy has not many reinforcements, they have already been repulsed by us, and without reinforcements we will soon be able to defeat them! And our people will think, we don't have many reinforcements, it's all a bunch of cowards, who have already been repelled by the enemy, and now we are in a desperate situation! ”

With this mentality, who do you think can fight hard? Yes? Please answer me! Banshtesk grew louder and louder, his anger holding back for a long time, and the voice of the roaring questioning officer grew more and more terrifying under the helmet, like an ancient beast roaring angrily.

"Alright, well, it's my fault, my lord! I beg your pardon! The officer was so stunned by these words that he did not dare to say anything more, so he had to apologize to Bansztersk.

"Very well, now, grab your spear and command your men to fight, your mission is to kill and wound a large number of enemy troops and save the lives of your men, understand?"

"Yes, my lord, I understand!"

"Do it if you understand!"

The officer was refreshed, returned to the group he commanded, and began to fight hard.