Die with honor

Everyone around the bonfire and even those who were in their tents recovering paused when they heard the horn. For a moment, they stopped and wondered if they were hearing that sound. 

For more than a year, the gates weren't breached. Though their enemies came close, they were killed even before they could touch the border. But now, this horn was being blown?

"The border is breached! Enemies are coming!"

When a yell rang in the air, everyone quickly snapped back from their trance and moved. They didn't even need to think of what to do because their bodies retained strong muscle memories of how to act in this situation. 

Everyone dispersed and gathered their weapons, wearing their suits and helms to push back their enemies. Some who were recovering forced themselves to get up to help. They knew fighting while wounded wasn't strategic, but with their lack of manpower, they had to be at least cannon fodders to shield their comrades.