In the morning, the harsh mountain wind whipped across the plateau.
The shrill, echoing blare of a horn cut through the dawn air, rousing the huddled soldiers. They scrambled to their feet, grabbing weapons, their meager breakfast was hasten.
The leader walked in the front, his face hardened by countless campaigns, stood before them, his hands touching hilt of his sword.
"Listen up!" he roared, his voice amplified by the morning stillness. "An ultimatum came down from the higher-ups last night! We must take that mountain within this week! Within this week, you hear me?!"
His eyes, cold and sharp, swept over the ranks. "Failure is not an option! You must take that mountain! Go and show them who we people are!" He punctuated the command by lowering his sword and pointing it towards the enemy peak.
A guttural roar rose from the soldiers, a unified cry of "Kill the enemy!" They surged forward, a chaotic wave spilling down the gentle slope of the plateau.
