On the central command platform, Airedes watched the enemy formation. Of the hundred thousand troops, more than half were Okrans.
These Auxiliary Army soldiers showed neither fear nor numbness in their eyes. Instead, there was fanaticism mixed with madness.
He was not particularly surprised by this.
Over the years, he had become thoroughly familiar with how to stir a soldier's fighting spirit.
The cruder methods used money, official positions, and women as bargaining chips. The more sophisticated ones established a heroic figure and offered a hope within reach.
Of course, the most sophisticated method was to combine a military merit system with faith.
As long as it could be established, building an army that was invincible in every battle would be difficult, but building a force that could fight would be easy.
However, none of this could be implemented within the Parambria Kingdom's royal army. At most, he could promise three days without curfew after a city fell, or use his authority to create a commoner hero.
As for shaking the most fundamental system, that would get him killed without a sound.
The river brushed against the shore, making a soft rustling sound.
A great battle was about to begin.
"Beat the drums."
The moment Airedes finished speaking, the first war drum exploded from the central command platform. Then a hundred drums sounded in unison, their waves of sound sweeping across the entire battlefield like a tide.
Within the Battle Formation, the emotions of over two hundred thousand soldiers were stirred by the drums.
With the officers constantly exhorting them, morale rose to unprecedented heights.
"Vanguard, advance!"
The flag fell. At the front of the Parambria Kingdom army, an old general drew the sword at his waist and roared, "For the God of Holy Blood, follow me forward!"
Thirty formations