Wisdom versus loyalty

Steppe. There are many locusts. Invasion.

"For some it is the destruction of the harvest, the loss of property, but for me a sumptuous dinner!"

"Locust tastes like shrimp or chicken, it looks like chips. Tear off the head, legs. Put everything on foil. Cover with coals. After 2 minutes, remove from the coals. That's a delicious and nutritious protein delicacy"!

5 black warriors, only nodding their heads, from the maniac destroyer of the world, nothing else could be expected. He ate locusts, the destroyer of crops, with delight. The smile never left his oily lips, Dara. Delicious and free lunch, dessert.

Therefore, he caught hundreds of three kg of locusts and sent them to outer space for storage. Already cooked food.

3 km from the place of the Dara feast. A caravan carrying gifts from the Khan of the Western Hordes to the great Emperor of the Ji Empire. Gold, diamonds, silver, jewelry, fine woolen and cotton fabrics. Spices. Fruits of peaches, pears, apples. Several lions, tigers, elephants, cheetahs, jaguars, snow leopards.

A caravan of 1000 people, soldiers, merchants, diplomats, traders.

1 km from the place of the Dara feast. A horde of mercenaries of the kingdom of the people of the Southern continent, the task is to destroy the caravan and all the witnesses.

Steppe. Bonfire.

Dara is sitting on an earthen bench. Five warriors of giants, 3 meters in height, are standing next to him. The sky is full of locusts, but for some reason the saranacha avoids the place of the feast. The sky is black everywhere, but the big space where Dara sits, you can see the blue sky.

A strange picture. Wise people will never recklessly attack strange people. Foolish people will blindly follow orders. But in the East, the main thing is loyalty and devotion, the uncontested orders, even if they are stupid and without humane. So much the worse for them.

Caravan. All the soldiers were ready, the head of the caravan felt danger, since the caravan left the khanate, this was the strongest sense of danger.

Apparently, an attack was preparing for them, tension was in the air, danger glowed on the medallion on his sash.

"This may turn out to be my last trip to the East ... it is a pity that I did not have time to say goodbye to my grandfather, I thought that I would return and bring him a wonderful medicine for sore legs!"

"Grandfather, I'm sorry, I won't see you again and I won't bring the medicine ..." .

Each step of the caravan was bound by tension, vigilance, caution. The reconnaissance of the rearguard and advance sent forward never returned. Which again showed that the danger was real.

The head of the caravan, just as suddenly as he felt danger, also suddenly felt a feeling of unusual relief. In the steppe, he saw a bright flash of white light, then thunder, but there was no rain, and then he felt a very fresh gust of wind.

After 1 km, the caravan driver was amazed at what he saw. An even field of the steppe, covered with hard, slightly rough glass. A little further off, a fat merchant, sitting on an earthen bench, bristling with clumsy armor. 5 warriors of giants dressed in strict black armor.

At the feet of the fat man sat a small blue animal with a sweet expression on its face. The fat man was a little angry.

The caravan man saw a lot of people on his way, so he was wise. He knew how to draw conclusions, which is why he drove caravans for so long and remained alive, returning home all the time.

This time the feeling of danger and anxiety left him, for some reason he felt that this time he could return home.

Stopping the caravan, he signaled with his hand so that no one would move, dismounted from his horse and slowly strained towards the fat man.