Yell out to the greatest soldiers mankind has made across time and space, and lead them all into a grand charge against the legions of Hell itself!
(Yes, I am trying to use sheer power of leadership to get soldiers from the past and future. 
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Hmm I don’t think you can use leadership to summon things from across time and space but...
You stand before your warriors, and you tell them about what they face, and the victory that will be theirs. You tell them that before you stand 140 of the greatest warriors of man. Your words wash over them, stripping them of their fear and leaving only courage in its wake.
The 141 charged down the hill, possessed by a righteous fury. They were no longer just tired and ragged warriors, they were unstoppable champions.
They waited for you, long deep lines of Black Knights, unbreakable and unshaken, spears and swords poised and ready to strike. You struck their lines like a meteor, blazing through their lines. Their thick armor crumpled and shattered, bodies thrown into the air like leaves in a gale. Behind you the 140 warriors charged behind you. While not matching your strength, they were inspired and unstoppable. They moved faster than what should have been possible, strong and sure in their strikes. The legions of the Black Knights fell before them. Each Black Knight could take on 20 human warriors comfortably. Now each Knight has to wield al of his skill to fend off one.
As the battle raged on, it seemed that a portion of your enemies strength went to your champions, for they too did not tire in battle, instead only growing more determined. Terrible blows and amazing skill at arms was shown on both sides, as you bore through their ranks, the outcome became certain as your warriors cut more and more down. Never before had such fearsome battle taken place in the world.
All 140 of your champions arrived with you at the Hellgate, the legion of black knights broken as before you stood what surely must of been a Prince of Hell. Standing 8 meters tall, it rippled with the power of death itself. Black steel burned with dark flame, covering the monster from head to toe. In one hand lay such a beautiful sword it must have been claimed from the Heavens themselves, but a dark virulent power coursed through it. Surrounding it was a fearsome guard of monsterous Knights, transformed by dark powers. Your champions fell to their knees from the sheer presence of the Prince, and even you felt it’s unearthly power. It raised its hand to you and beckoned.
What do you do?
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