"Why are you panicking? You are the elite warriors of the Rhine Royal Clan of my Harich Galaxy. Has this handful of enemies frightened you out of your wits? Damn useless trash! Pass down my order: all ranks are to obey military orders strictly and must not panic. Anyone who disrupts morale will be executed on the spot!" Woodrow was not a good starship commander, but he was absolutely a good ground commander.
He deeply understood how one rotten apple spoiled the barrel, and he understood even better the principle of killing one to warn a hundred. Although only captains had the authority to turn their starships around without permission, he used the order to execute panicked soldiers to intimidate the captains, making them understand that a blade called military law hung high above their heads.
Sure enough, as several hundred heads fell and the roars of captains boosting morale rang through every military channel, the soldiers caught in the pincer attack quickly broke free from their panic. Indeed, ninety percent of these warriors were fighting in a battle of this scale for the first time. At the outset, the enemy had suffered no losses while their own starships had been defeated one after another, placing enormous pressure on them. Then an ambushing force had suddenly appeared behind them, immediately throwing them into panic. But as members of the royal clan, after being shouted at and roused by their captains and officers, their innate pride and confidence, coupled with the restraint of military law, quickly calmed them down.
Whether this army won or lost this battle, every warrior who survived would complete the transformation from recruit to veteran!
The first military order stabilized morale. The second followed immediately afterward.
With a stern expression, Woodrow opened the general channel that even