The snow melted a bit in the morning, revealing several wagon tracks on the slope of the western section of the post road.
Cohen stood on high ground, squatted down, took out a map from his sleeve, and confirmed the route for the last time.
"According to the pattern, the supply wagons will pass through here. We'll burn the lead wagon, kill them all, and seize the grain."
Sarik said nothing, gathered with others by the side, moving barrels of petroleum, pressing roadside brush into makeshift barriers.
Among these people, only a few had initially followed Sarik.
Back then, there were less than five, secretly meeting at night, not daring to light a fire, speaking in the dark.
Later, more people joined gradually.
Some were sought out by Sarik, others heard the whispers and came of their own accord, staying on their own.
Cohen looked at these diligent people before him, feeling no sense of anticipation for completing the mission.
