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"You've done a great job, soldiers," – after the old crone's rambling and the deputy's rousing speech, there was no need for further elaborate words, nor was there any inspiration to be found in them. "Tomorrow will be harder, but that just means we'll have the opportunity to kill even more. Now, eat, sleep, and rest up so we don't end up as boiled barshindas tomorrow. We'll celebrate when we take Barsina..."
"If we take it," Ushumgallu added to himself. According to his calculations, their route wouldn't even cover a third of Calcite – cutting them off from the rear would be child's play. Perhaps Felicia, worried about her own safety, would concentrate all her forces on Barsina. Perhaps the next cities would fall in a day or two. Perhaps at least two-thirds of those who left Sugara would reach Barsina. And then what? Lay siege to the capital with an exposed rear? Get roasted in a Valkyrie shield? All that remained was to be content with the thought that "later" would take care of itself and hope that the average Asuguh archer wouldn't be able to figure out just how difficult their situation was. Less thinking – better sleep... Indeed, a common soldier shouldn't know anything beyond his direct duties.
And Ushumgallu would have to gather intelligence through Genzu – he didn't want to talk to Jack personally, make sure the old man had obtained his precious tome – he didn't have time to study it now, see Kam...stell, who was always flitting around from headquarters to the tent, and once again be convinced that the owners of mansions lived a much better life than mortals. The patrol was complete; only the pit remained.
He would go there – because there was nowhere else to go, and he couldn't not go. Plans wouldn't make themselves, and he would also have to figure out who Argos had thrown under his command in the valiant and colorful 69th. Probably, after the incident with Sheila and the archer, they were pushing all the problematic ones onto him.
"Hoping you'll die with them."
"Impossible! Believing that only tactical education and a deadly strike can create discipline!"
"If we take it," Ushumgallu added to himself. According to his calculations, their route wouldn't even cover a third of Calcite – cutting them off from the rear would be child's play. Perhaps Felicia, worried about her own safety, would concentrate all her forces on Barsina. Perhaps the next cities would fall in a day or two. Perhaps at least two-thirds of those who left Sugara would reach Barsina. And then what? Lay siege to the capital with an exposed rear? Get roasted in a Valkyrie shield? All that remained was to be content with the thought that "later" would take care of itself and hope that the average Asuguh archer wouldn't be able to figure out just how difficult their situation was. Less thinking – better sleep... Indeed, a common soldier shouldn't know anything beyond his direct duties.
And Ushumgallu would have to gather intelligence through Genzu – he didn't want to talk to Jack personally, make sure the old man had obtained his precious tome – he didn't have time to study it now, see Kam...stell, who was always flitting around from headquarters to the tent, and once again be convinced that the owners of mansions lived a much better life than mortals. The patrol was complete; only the pit remained.
He would go there – because there was nowhere else to go, and he couldn't not go. Plans wouldn't make themselves, and he would also have to figure out who Argos had thrown under his command in the valiant and colorful 69th. Probably, after the incident with Sheila and the archer, they were pushing all the problematic ones onto him.
"Hoping you'll die with them."
"Impossible! Believing that only tactical education and a deadly strike can create discipline!"
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza,
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers