The Mist and the Lightning. Part 13
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“Yes.”
“Then you will explain things to Zaf.”
“He has understood everything,” Nikto answered.
“I see.”
Lis began to move his pencil around Fort’s plan, quickly and clearly outlining the situation:
“Here we have a weak point and here. This is where I put you, Peace.”
“Yes, well,” said an officer named Zagpeace Gezaria, whom everyone called Peace, shortening his name, although it was not long. At the same time, for an unknown reason, the black ones always pronounced the name of Salafael in full, and only the unclean abbreviated it, calling him Salaf among themselves.
Listening to Lis, Kors caught himself thinking that now, like the others, he was looking at him with respect and some admiration for his military abilities. Imbued with this universal love. Either Atley Alis really had an undeniable charisma, or it was the enchantment of Nikto who fulfilled his Mission with Lis and supports him with magic in such a way that people are fascinated by what is essentially nothing of a crude half-blood.
Kors remembered, how before, Nikto had argued that Alis was a bad commander, who kept everything on fear. Now he no longer thought so, because both the unclean and his mercenaries really respected Lis as a commander and loved him, especially after the victorious capture of Fort. Kors himself admired him now and how quickly and clearly Lis spoke.
was is his feature and his habit in conversation to very quickly and briefly blurt out a whole sentence at once, as if never wondering which word to choose without any: “uh, mmm, eh”. And always so clear, and often even funny, if not rude. All these curses and sayings of commoners, which he poured, as if without thinking at all. Kors liked all this now. And Lis at the meeting spoke quickly, but without obscene expressions, and his eternal: “fuck, in nature, motherfucker.”
“We don’t have the ability to hold the defense along the entire perimeter of the Fort, here the places are strong – we will leave them, the reds will hammer at weak points.”
“And they won't guess that there are unprotected sections of the wall?” Crassus asked.
“They will. But not at once. Therefore, Nija and his warriors will control the wall. As soon as you see where they are still going to climb, immediately report to me and Nik. Our task is to react quickly to changes in the environment.”
“They go there, and we go there,” nodded Nija.
“And if it’s hot here too,” Varah shook his head, “from what position are we going to shoot people? From the back gate? From the walls?”
“Not much from everywhere, the main thing is that the information arrives quickly and speed is important to us.”
“Who is at the main gate?”
“Maximum five people only on the cannon. The main gate is already strong. Here you are, Marmer. You know about red guns.”
“Yes,” nodded Marmer.
“There are enough cannon balls. Shoot, don’t regret, as soon as they poke their heads. The reds should get the impression that there are many of you there.”
“Clear.”
“Tazh, you and your warriors are here,” Lis indicated a point, which he marked with a pencil on the plan and signed with the name of Tazh.
Tazh leaned forward, examining the spot Lis pointed to:
“The task is clear.”
“Nik with Zaf, Crassus, you are here. I am upstairs with your mercenaries, Kors, we annihilate them from above with Marcus’ lighters. You don’t allow from below to break through as well as today. How many times have you thrown them back against the wall?”
“Ha, we lost count,” smiled Kors, recalling the madness that happened this morning and kiss of Nikto.
“Barla needs to be taken to the basement, it will be a pity if he is wounded,” said Zaf in unclean language.
“Eh, he is already going through the second assault,” Lis answered him in the unclean one too and grinned.
Lis put everyone in points in his plan and explained who would be where and how to act.
“The sewer drain is walled up, but I'm sure they will try to undermine it, you are standing on the wall at the top, Ariel, and your people, don’t allow them to do it.”
“Yes, it is clear.”
“Nik,” Lis turned to Nikto, “what about the Portal?”
“I have blocked it,” Nikto answered. He didn’t take off his mask and was at the meeting in it. He didn’t even pull out the black glass that obscured his eyes, although the room was dim, and only a few candles were burning on the table. But Kors didn't care what his commanders would think, yes, his Nik looked shameful, but now Kors even liked it and it gave him perverse pleasure.
“Does he pose a threat?”
“I put a block long ago and during this time they tried to break through from Horn twice, but could not.”
“And from the Ore town?”
“No. Well… I knocked down all the landmarks, this Port is no longer visible in our World, is not visible from Ore town. For the Upper World I couldn’t do that. I just blocked it.”
“Great!”
“Do you understand the action of the Portal?!” Asked Prince Ariel Riel in surprise, and unlike Prince Arel, he really was the king's nephew.
“Ariel, then read the “Upper Messenger” at your leisure, there everything is written,” the Fox cut him off sharply, – now we are discussing the current situation and the defense of the Fort.
“I've read it,” said Prince Ariel.
“Then all the more, what the questions?”
Ariel said nothing.
And Kors again admired Lis and how impudently he stopped the push on Nikto, despite Ariel’s high position.
“If, nevertheless, they from Upper or from Horn manage to break through, Nik?” Lis didn't care about titles.
“I hope it won’t happen,” Nikto replied, he didn’t react at all to Ariel’s words.
“The door is locked, even if they unlock, they will not leave the basement,” said Nija, “we have closed all the doors and holes in the basements tightly. All the cracks. You cannot leave the Fort and you cannot enter it.”
“Like a rock, exactly,” whispered Shrad quietly, “even if you want, you can’t get out.”
“Who could have tried to reach us from Horn?” Lis said thoughtfully. “Do they care about the frontier Fort?”