Invasion. Maksutov T. Ya.

The Mongols howled, dumbfounded by the attack on the flank, hastily turned the horses to meet the threat - and did not have time. Lightning flashed to the sky of blades, menacingly wheezed, Koyash, who knocked down the steppes on low horses. Templar deftly repulsed Dmitry’s chest flying, and grinned in a terrible smile - a snow -white face on a black spray from bloody spray. Time curled up, and there was no end to the battle - death laughed, screamed, howled, grunted with a pin and clapped a bowstring.