Yun Zhe looked around, then suddenly raised his voice, "After all, their loved ones disappeared in that fire, while your loved ones are still safe and sound."

Silence fell over the entire room, and even Tedler felt a pang of shame.

"Why are we fighting this battle?" Yun Zhe paused, then pointed behind him. "There are two hundred carts of gold and silver treasures there. Is it for those things?" Yun Zhe sneered. "I think you all know that you can't get them at all."

A commotion arose within the army ranks, with whispers and murmurs filling the air.

"Is it for honor? For dignity?"

Yun Zhe shook his head. "Actually, it's not that. It's to make these invaders remember you. If they remember you, they won't dare to invade your territory. If they remember you, they won't dare to repeat the actions of the capital on your land. If they remember you, they won't dare to harm your family, loved ones, and friends. When they witness your bravery, your ruthlessness, and your will to fight for your family, friends, and country, they will definitely not dare to provoke you. Because that would mean death and destruction."

Yun Zhe's voice gradually rose, and his pace quickened. He needed to express his thoughts as quickly as possible. He knew these people weren't professional soldiers; they lacked iron will and unwavering faith. The only way to resonate with them was through kinship. Yun Zhe had to try, he absolutely had to try.

"We can retreat, we can leave, we can even pretend to charge forward desperately, then comfort ourselves that we've done our best while fleeing back in a sorry state," Yun Zhe continued.

"And I hope everyone can think about this, think about the fire in the capital, think about your loved ones back home. If this scene hadn't happened in the capital, but in your hometown, what would you have done? What would you have done?"

“No…” A weak voice rang out. It was a short soldier with a baby face, brown hair, and freckles. He spoke those two words with a trembling voice, his emotions running high.

"No..." The soldiers became agitated, realizing the significance of their mission to fight here.

"Absolutely not!" Charles roared in astonishment at his comrade beside him. John was usually a quiet, reserved man who rarely showed his emotions, but now he was unusually excited and raised his arms to shout.

Yun Zhe nodded. "So, now we have an opportunity to instill fear in them, to make them tremble, to make them remember only painful memories of you!" Yun Zhe pointed into the distance. "They're right there!"

"In this battle, the enemy is strong and we are weak; our chances of survival are slim. But we have no way out! We cannot retreat! This is our bottom line! Behind us are our loved ones!!"

"For the country, for our loved ones, kill!" Yun Zhe drew his longsword, pointed it diagonally forward, and shouted loudly.

"For the country, for our loved ones, kill!"

"For the country, for our loved ones, kill!"

"For the country, for our loved ones, kill!"

High morale, the army is ready to fight!

Yun Zhe glanced at Tedler, who was also invigorated. He was surprised by the army's morale and even more surprised by Yun Zhe's extraordinary rhetoric.

Yun Zhe had no time to be smug. He quickly said a few words to Tedler, whose eyes lit up and he nodded repeatedly. Then he rushed to the front-line soldiers, had them put on double-layered armor, and adjusted the formation of the entire army.

Once everything was ready, Tedler rode up to Yun Zhe, brimming with confidence and a burning desire for victory. He even patted Yun Zhe on the back with satisfaction.

Yun Zhe took a deep breath, silently praying to the generals of his era who invented the heavy armor charge, then gripped the reins tightly, and heard Tedler's shout. Six thousand cavalrymen charged out of the camp!