The silver-gray warhorse charged into the camp, and the alarm bell was rung as if for dear life.
"Emergency assembly!" a shout shattered the night, "Emergency assembly!"
The Paratu People woke from their slumber, scrambling out of their tents.
Torches were lit one after another, and the soldiers, in disarray, gathered in units of a hundred before rushing to the training field.
The Standing Army managed to maintain order, while auxiliary troops were in complete disarray.
Lieutenant Colonel Robert arrived beside the alarm bell without even his boots on, barefoot, holding his helmet, wrapped in his sleeping robe.
"What's going on?" he yelled at Winters.
"Fire!" Winters dropped the clapper, "The Herders are setting fires!"
Lieutenant Colonel Robert instantly felt a chill down his spine, "Where?"
"I don't know! I smell smoke!"
Lieutenant Colonel Robert tore off his sleeping robe and threw it to the ground with force, "Savages... such a vicious tactic!"
