Аннотация
Bernard Cornwell
Sharpe's Christmas
PART ONE
THE TWO riflemen crouched at the edge of the field. One, a dark-haired man with a scarred face and hard eyes, eased back the cock of his rifle, aimed, but then, after a few seconds, lowered it. "Too far away, " he whispered.
The second was taller than the first and, like his companion, wore the faded green jacket of the 95th Rifles, but instead of a Baker rifle, he carried a curious volley gun of seven barrels. "No good trying with this, " he whispered, hefting the huge gun, "only works at close range."
"If we get too close they'll run, " the first man said.
"Where can they run to? It's a field, for God's sake."
"So we just walk up and shoot him?"
"Unless you want to strangle the sod."
Major Richard Sharpe lowered his rifle's flint. "Come on, then, " he said, and the two men stood and walked gingerly towards the three bullocks. "You think they'll charge us, Pat?" Sharpe asked.
"T...
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