33
As the cryes of my friends and brothers on arms silenced, i fell on somekind of hybernation. Suddenly strong arms crabbed me and i was pulled on the raw open air the sun shined straight to my eyes as i was dragged through the snow.
When the Tartars finally drop me to the ground i understand i was at the place where my brothers had been butchered.
The open field was coloured red by the now frozen blood.Human remains were scattered all around the field hands, legs heads and innerds of men. Some of the men where impaled and their now frozen faces where still showing the terrible agony before death had given them peace.
The whole enemy force was mounted or stood on around the butchering site.Armed and fully repaired to continue their hidious plans.
The enemy chief Balimir stood in center of the remains and talked to his men on loud clear voice.
"Sons of Steppe. Look carefully and see what happends to the enemies of the great Balimir! This army has been slain with little effort from our brave warriors.Soon we will go south and take the land of these weaklings.Soon our horses eat the grass of the gardens of these weak Romans."
Then Balimir turned around to face one of those poor men that had been impaled and to my terror i saw that the man was still alive.It was one of the Roman Centurions from our army.Balimir lowered his voice and talked to the man with his rusty form of Latins.
" And after our horses have taken their share of your pretty gardens. We will warm the beds of your women and your children will call us their father and they will learn the ways of true warriors".
With his last forces i saw the Centurion trying to spit on the face of the Tartar chief.But all that came out was blood.Balimir just smiled to the poor man and swept some blood from his face and tasted it. Then he turned around and next second his sword severed the head off from the brave Centurion, giving him the luxury of death.
Bookmarks