"Enemy attack!"
At the same time the warning was sounded, the gates of the camp were already wide open. There was no helping it; the sentries on duty were simply too tired and too hungry. Their bodies did not allow them to remain vigilant at all times.
"Get up and meet the enemy!"
The officers of the night watch urged them hurriedly.
The soldiers who had just fallen asleep for rest now had to drag their exhausted bodies up from the ground. Their movements, however, inevitably became sluggish.
Most of the soldiers were ordinary beings, their mental will unable to triumph over their physical frailty. No matter how vehemently the officers yelled, they couldn't rouse the spirit or morale of the troops.
"Get up quickly!"
"Move your asses, you wastes of space! If the enemy gets in, none of you will survive!
..."
During the conversation, the Giant King had already kicked three slow-responding Giants. Yet, the reactions he received remained as sluggish as ever.
