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At that exact moment, Akbra Krim raises his bejewelled sword up in the air, out there in the desert, and then he lowers it again. It flashes in the early sunlight. There is the thundering of hooves, and a thousand, young Dulaks, their lips dry, because it is their first fight and they are nervous, are racing in a circle towards the legion soldiers. The older warriors give their battle cry and look in satisfaction upon the spectacle. At a hundred paces away, the Dulaks jump from their horses, and with a terrible cry, they storm the columns of Captain D’Arlan. The war cry is enough to scare even the toughest soldier.
“Death to the legion…” the Arab officer leading them, shouts. He wanted to add the word “dogs”, but he does not get the chance, because when he is fifty paces away from
