"Bring me my armor!"
The County Chief glared, looking somewhat fierce.
"Yes, sir."
The attendant respectfully replied, turning and leaving.
"The enemy is about to break through the city gates. Instead of supervising the battle, you're rushing to put your armor on?"
The city guard soldier rubbed his sore, bruised arm, grumbling discontentedly.
"Get out of here!"
The County Chief, furious and frustrated, ruthlessly kicked the guard.
"Ouch!"
The guard stumbled, almost falling again. He let out a howl, staggered out the door, and quickly ran away.
"County Chief, your armor is ready."
The attendant swiftly fetched the armor, placing it on the table.
"Hurry up, put it on me."
The County Chief, having grown fat, was unable to put on the armor himself and anxiously urged the attendant.
"Yes, sir."
The anxious attendant began sweating on his forehead.
"County Chief, something terrible has happened!"