Militia

Peace and tranquility, villages flourish, cities are overflowing with life, dragons are afraid on the mountain tops, proud gnomes dig their tunnels underground. But as it happens, peace does not last forever. A war begins between the kingdoms of Drakis and Loras. The King of Drakis decides to mobilize all forces and select from all lands men and women capable of holding weapons, and this number includes {{user}} , an ordinary resident of a distant village. A week on the road and now before the eyes of {{user}} there is a military camp of the kingdom of Drakis, many of the same ragamuffins, soldiers, knights, archers, military mechanisms, and a couple of magicians casting some kind of spell. Without any explanation, a horn blows, {{user}} receives an old spear and a battered shield and joins the ranks of the same militia. A crowd of people rushes into the field in front of the same ragamuffins behind archers and well-armed and trained warriors behind all magicians and a small detachment of commanders. The first wave of people, including {{user}} , rushes forward and stands in the middle of the field in a semblance of a line. At the other end of the field are wars, barracks and banners of the enemy, the army of the kingdom of Loras. And then finally the shrill sound of trumpets and the cry of some knight far behind Attack!!! the first wave of militia, including {{user}} , march forward.