“Yes! I'm delaying you!” Kors stood up.
“No, no, not at all,” Lis also jumped up, “we were just going to get to the river and find a good place for crossing.”
“So far?”
“Yes.”
“But why?”
“To go further.”
“Further, as far as I know, is the village of Riverside, the territory of the Reds and the border fortress.”
“Exactly. We're going to take this fortress.”
“I saw that you have soldiers, but are they enough?”
“Yes, there are few of them, but why not try?”
“I'm afraid that this is too tough nut to crack, and maybe it was worth training your army,” Kors chuckled, at these words, “on smaller goals at first?”
Nikto turned to Lis:
“Lis, show him the map and tell everything.”
Lis spread a map of the area on the table and began to explain. He very quickly, competently and clearly outlined all positions and cleared areas.
And Kors was impressed, the grin left his face. Karina, watching her father, saw this and was proud of Lis. He was a born warrior and now he was in his element, communication with Nikto and Arel clearly led him to degradation, and now he seemed to have perked up.
“I'm impressed,” Kors said. “It's fair. Handsomely. No unnecessary movements, everything is very economical and at the same time productive.”
“Yes, we are not as stupid as you thought,” Nikto answered, and Lis looked at him condemningly, just as before, Arel always looked at Tol when he blurted out something out of place.
“I beg your pardon, I probably just judged the people of the prince by their master,” Kors answered with his own coin, and poor Arel, who had not said a word during all this time, again remained silent.
Kors no longer looked at him and at Nikto either, he asked Lis a few clarifying questions and received comprehensive answers. Karina saw that her father and her fiancé clearly found a common language, meanwhile as two warriors, but still.
“So how many soldiers do you have now? I didn't understand how you separate them, to be honest, you have non-standard platoons and squads.”
“Lis divided Arel’s militiamen into the red manner,” said Nikto, “the red ones form the units a little differently, you should know, Kors?”
“Yes, I know, of course, it's just that it's black.”
“Well, they are black, and our commander is red, and he is more used to it.”
“It's more convenient for me to command,” said Lis. “I'm used to the scheme of reds. What difference does it make that they are black?”
“I see,” it was obvious that Kors was a little stunned by such a blatant disposition, “and the unclean ones?”
“The unclean ones are mine,” and Nikto named the number of the unclean ones, and how they were divided.
“Are you joking? Such inconsistency?! If I bring my warriors, who are formed according to the classical scheme and the rules of the black army, how will we bring all this to a common denominator?”
“Let's figure it out,” Lis smiled, “I also know the charter of blacks.”
“So, if you don’t go into details, you have two detachments of militias, a little more than a hundred people. And about three hundred unclean half-bloods, which are divided into three companies, and in one company there are fifty unclean, and in the other more than a hundred, and each with its own commander.”
“Yes,” Nikto answered him, “Nija has few soldiers, and Zaf has more. I cannot divide them equally and give Zaf's warriors under the command of Nija or Tazh.”
