The Path of Li. Magomet Timov

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СКАЧАТЬ will take some time, a very considerable one if we are lucky, before the news of the incomprehensible disappearances reaches him, before someone starts moving, comparing the facts, wanting to know where exactly a particular detachment disappeared. This time will be sufficient for you to strengthen your squad as much as possible by distributing captured weapons to your men, training them to the best of your knowledge and their abilities.

      With that, you will be able to withstand greater forces, especially if you are mobile.

      You will not constantly stay in one place but will force the enemy to chase you. You will be able to divert the attention of the dignitaries from the squad, give them a break, the opportunity to plant and grow crops in good weather. And by then, everything might settle down by itself. However, in that other life, there will no longer be a place for you and your soldiers because they stood against the Emperor all the same."

      Liu Hei shook his head.

      "Spend the rest of our lives on the run?"

      "Not necessarily," the old man interfered in the conversation. "Our Emperor is still very young – he barely turned seventeen. So far, he lives not by his mind but by the slander of the courtiers. He doesn't care about any particular province until it becomes a threat to his power like the Jurchens.

      "I will help you, leader, prepare your fighters for open battle. Just promise me that you will avoid it until I tell you. You carry the Blood Debt to your soldiers, and to fulfil it, you have to go through a very difficult path. But I'll be there, I promise."

      "Thank you!" Liu Hei jumped up and firmly shook hands with the wise man and the warrior. "When will we start training?"

      "Right after breakfast," Luo Yang interjected grumpily. "Breakfast is sacred for both sages and warriors."

      He winked at Liu Hei, got up and walked out of the tent, followed by two cheerful looks.

      From that day on, from dawn to evening, Li Zicheng drove Liu Hei's army to a sweat. He forced soldiers to move granite blocks, crush the smooth river pebbles with their fingers to strengthen their grip. He showed the techniques of sword handling, using wooden sticks in the absence of such. And gradually, the former "mean" people began to feel like real fighters, at least on their own level. It was until the first real fight with the professional military. Li Zicheng and Liu Hei perfectly understood that, so they trained the troops with might and main for their own benefit.

      Three-quarters of the moon passed when a messenger rushed into the camp with the news. Nearby scouts noticed a small detachment of the district governor. Liu Hei ordered to immediately prepare for the offensive…

      The sun climbed to the zenith when foreman Chao Ding, known among the soldiers of the Mingzhou garrison as "Boar", led his fifteen soldiers to this village. The detachment stopped at the edge of the forest. For some reason, its commander decided to look around before setting foot on the only street of the village.

      Over the last moon, his squad saw empty houses, ruined barns and the complete absence of the local population. In the end, he wasn't concerned whether the governor received his taxes or not. Yuji Jiangjun was responsible for it, so it was none of his business. They arrived, robbed, delivered taxes and reported. They also reported if they didn't deliver. The situation in the district was incomprehensible, and the first rule of a military leader was: beware if you don't understand the situation. However, either the midday sun was melting the foreman's brains, or the general blissful picture in the valley relaxed him. He missed the moment when the last year's dry grass, which had not yet had time to give place to the young greenery, suddenly flared in a strip for several lis, cutting off the way towards the village, and threatened to block the road to the South, along which they came to the valley.

      Chao Ding looked around with a feverish glare. His warriors crowded behind him and eagerly awaited the order of their commander.

      "Damn! To the hell with this village! It's time to get out of here!" The gallant foreman decided, but, as it turned out, someone had different plans. A red-hot arrow flew out from behind the acrid grey smoke of burning grass and pierced the throat of one of the fighters. He wheezed, grabbing it with both hands, releasing the sword from his hands, and began to fall on his side. No sooner had the Boar realised the danger of the situation than a the second arrow of the same kind knocked down the second warrior, breaking through the armour and getting stuck under his left shoulder blade.

      The Boar whirled around and, drawing out his Dao sword, yelled with all the might of his throat polished with cheap beer:

      "Cover-up…"

      The remnants of a dozen rallied around their commander, but the soldiers did not see anything because of the veil of smoke. Their eyes were watering, many began to cough, but the small detachment still began to move towards the exit from the valley. Chao Din was already beginning to think that they would be able to escape under cover of a smoke veil created by unknown enemies, but at the moment when the saving edge of the forest was already close, men armed with peaks fell out of the nearby bushes and rushed to the remnants of the squad.

      They used round shields made of willow and covered with leather. These home-made protective devices could only stop the first blow of a spear or sword, while the second one destroyed them completely. However, there was no need for a special firmness: the unknown repulsed the first blows and were already close to the soldiers. The shields flew to the side. The spears of Boar's warriors were useless, as several precious seconds were irretrievably lost. The homemade spears of the attackers pierced the leather armour easily. The governor's soldiers fell one by one, choking on blood, for the enemies did not know mercy: they cut the throats of those who were slightly wounded. In less than a couple of minutes, the Boar was left alone with a dozen spears aimed at his chest. The attackers looked at him with undisguised fury from under the wide-brimmed hats. The Boar sighed hoarsely and released the blade, falling on the roadside boulder with a melancholic clang. He knelt and folded his hands behind his head, indicating that he was giving up. He made no illusions about his future fate. Those whose families he had so persistently and diligently harassed finally got him. He couldn't hope for mercy…

      The attackers made an opening in the ring they had formed, and a tall warrior, clean-shaven, wearing good armour, approached Chao Ding. "It's the leader," the Boar realised. Suddenly he recognised him. Somewhere in the depths of his soul, the thought of possible salvation arose.

      "I know you. You are Liu Hei, the tax collector from Xianyang! Don't you recognise me, your old friend Chao?" The Boar tried to jump up, but immediately felt a spear butt between his shoulder blades and fell to his knees again.

      Liu Hei looked at the foreman with unspeakable contempt. Yes, he recognized him. He saw him more than once in the eateries of Xianyang, the largest city in the province. He even remembered how they called him the Boar behind his back… But this man did not cause any emotions in him. He called out to Master Luo:

      "Tell me, sage, what does this man deserve?"

      "Anyone deserves to live," Luo Yang replied sadly as he walked up.

      A spark of hope lit up in the Boar's soul. Liu Hei stared at the old man in surprise.

      "He'll go away like that?"

      "The dead are useless, and he can be of use," the sage said, perplexing everyone. The Boar and Liu stared at him with the same confusion. The old man sighed.

      "Cut off both of his hands. If fate deems him worthy, he will have time to reach people before the sun rises, and they will help him. If he doesn't have time, the dry belt will split his skull like a blacksmith's hammer splits a nutshell. That would mean he had no chance…

      The Boar howled in impotent rage СКАЧАТЬ