Bamboo Flute Swordsman

Chapters 53. End of First Day

The fight between Senopati Surya Wisesa and Senopati Bagas Aji is getting tense. Each of them issued their mainstay moves, until one day the sword of Senopati Surya Wisesa touched Bagas Aji's head for another second but the thing that happened later was very different from what was expected.

Senopati Sword Surya Wisesa indeed managed to behead the opponent who attacked but it was not the head of Senopati Bagas Aji. The head he managed to slash was precisely the head of the soldier from his own army.

“Why?”

“How can it?”

Senopati Surya Wisesa shook his head slowly then noticed Senopati Bagas Aji who smiled at him, “His movement is really fast even my sword speed can not reach him.”

Despite the anger that had reached the end of his head, Senopati Surya Wisesa stopped his fight for a moment. This senopati pay attention to the circumstances around him, thousands of soldiers kill each other to achieve victory.

The big fight is getting worse. Not only the lower level soldiers, the higher-ups of the kingdom fought each other.

Senopati Surya Wisesa looked to his right, his partner, Senopati Munding Laya, was busy killing one soldier after another. His white sword was now filled with bloodstains. Countless lives had already been lost at the tip of his sword.

Not only that, it also looks Senopati Cakra Boga so cool to enjoy the fight. This senopati even laughed after killing so many opposing soldiers.

On the one hand, Senopati Surya wisesa could conclude that his troops were currently in the upper hand. Seizing victory might be almost certain if all goes according to his plan. Even until now, there has been no significant obstacle except from Senopati Bagas Aji.

Just now Senopati Surya Wisesa can breathe a sigh of relief, from the opposite direction appeared two forces led by Senopati Karang Suta and Surya Bengal. The two armies immediately joined the big fight.

Senopati Munding Laya slightly turned towards the arrival of the two troops, but it was not enough to stop the swing of his sword. Senopati Munding Laya just stopped when someone who is familiar enough to appear before him, “Munding Laya, I am your opponent!”

“Oo? Gusti Senopati Karang Suta?”

“You still remember me apparently.”

Munding Laya approached Karang Suta and answered his question right near the auricle of Senopati Karang Suta, “Sure, of course, Gusti. How can I forget all your services.”

After saying so, Senopati Karang Suta attacked Munding Laya with his bare hands.

Seeing his opponent not using a weapon, Munding Laya sheathed his sword and immediately greeted the incoming attack. At first the attack was aimed at his head but was able to be avoided easily.

The second attack came again, this time aiming at his face. Munding Laya shifted her body to the side and the fist strike was only three fingers away from her face. Munding Laya slightly underestimated the attack, as a result of which her face was exposed to the wind from the blow. It doesn't hurt, but it's hot enough.

“By also your attack, Coral Suta.”

Senopati Karang Suta answered back with an attack. This time his attacks varied slightly, relying not only on a fist but also sometimes with a kick of his foot. Every attack he launched was always accompanied by a deep energy, making the attack even more deadly.

Senopati Munding Laya was forced to wake up to receive the deadly attack, currently he was actually forced into a defensive position. Not given a chance to strike back.

“If this continues, just wait for the time of the attack will hit me.” murmured.

Senopati Munding Laya looking for a gap to slightly maintain distance, just to breathe and observe his opponent. “Looks like I wouldn't have a chance if I didn't use a weapon.”

Senopati Munding Laya finally pulled back her sword and pointed it at her opponent, “Karang Suta, pull your sword.”

Senopati Karang Suta smiled and drew his sword, “I said, and do not run again. hahaha..”.

Their fight resumed and only stopped when the sun had moved on to the contest. The two leaders agreed to both pull the troops to rest for a moment and devise their next strategy.

The Western Matraman Kingdom army withdrew to a nearby village. This village was the first bastion. In this village also wounded soldiers get help for the injuries received.

In addition, on the edge of the village has been dug many holes to bury the fallen soldiers. Sobs began to be heard when one by one the bodies of his colleagues were buried.