"Captain! Look! The beacon on the bridge has been lit!" a soldier cried out as he pointed a finger towards the thick smoke in the direction of the bridge. Their nerves were tensed as they knew that their foes were well on their way but they just didn't know when exactly would they arrive but the lighting of the beacon gave them a rough estimation on when would their enemies arrive.
The news of the beacon being lighted soon reached the ears of the baron and he proceeded towards the walls to take a look and confirm it with his own eyes. When he reached the walls, what caught his attention wasn't the thick smoke from the beacon but the cloud of dust in the distance which is not far away from the golden fields of his territory.
'Something must have gone wrong with the sentries' he thought as he turned his gaze towards his soldiers who all had surprised look on their faces as their enemies had come faster than they have anticipated.
"Secure the gates!"