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Название книги: Genghis, Birth of an Empire
Автор(ы): Conn Iggulden
Жанр: Фэнтези
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Genghis_-Birth-of-an-Empire-156851.html
To my brothersJohn, David, and Hal
Acknowledgments
This book could not have been written without the people of Mongolia, who allowed me to live among them for a time and who taught me their history over salted tea and vodka while the winter eased into spring.
A multitude of rulers is not a good thing. Let there be one ruler, one king.Homer, The Iliad
Prologue
THE SNOW WAS BLINDING as the Mongol archers encircled the Tartar raiding party. Each man guided his pony with his knees, standing on the stirrups to fire shaft after shaft with withering accuracy. They were grimly silent, the hooves of their galloping ponies the only sound to challenge the cries of the wounded and the howling wind. The Tartars could not escape the whirring death that came out of the darkening wings of the battle. Their horses fell groaning to their knees, blood spattering bright from their nostrils.On an outcrop of yellow-gray rock, Yesugei watched the battle, hunched deep into his furs. The wind was a roaring devil
Название книги: Genghis, Birth of an Empire
Автор(ы): Conn Iggulden
Жанр: Фэнтези
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Genghis_-Birth-of-an-Empire-156851.html
To my brothersJohn, David, and Hal
Acknowledgments
This book could not have been written without the people of Mongolia, who allowed me to live among them for a time and who taught me their history over salted tea and vodka while the winter eased into spring.
A multitude of rulers is not a good thing. Let there be one ruler, one king.Homer, The Iliad
Prologue
THE SNOW WAS BLINDING as the Mongol archers encircled the Tartar raiding party. Each man guided his pony with his knees, standing on the stirrups to fire shaft after shaft with withering accuracy. They were grimly silent, the hooves of their galloping ponies the only sound to challenge the cries of the wounded and the howling wind. The Tartars could not escape the whirring death that came out of the darkening wings of the battle. Their horses fell groaning to their knees, blood spattering bright from their nostrils.On an outcrop of yellow-gray rock, Yesugei watched the battle, hunched deep into his furs. The wind was a roaring devil
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