Bamboo Flute Swordsman

Chaptre 58. Flute

The night inside the palace room of the Western Maraman Kingdom is seen being held a four-eye meeting between King Angga and his brother, King Sukanda. The two miss each other after a long time without seeing each other.

The last meeting between them occurred when the division of the territory of the Matraman Kingdom into four cardinal regions. King Angga ruled in the west, while King Sukanda ruled in the south.

Not to forget also King Angga said a lot of thanks because King Sukanda deigned to provide help at the last moment. If it is a little late, at this time maybe the West Matraman Kingdom only has a name.

King Angga and King Sukanda agreed to protect each other's territory from the attack of North Matraman. Cooperation between the two kingdoms is needed if they want to expel the enemy from the West Matraman region.

“Raka Angga, I understand very well the character of our brother, Son. He would not be happy to hear his troops were successfully repulsed. He must have prepared the best plan to defeat us both.” said King Sukanda, himself worried about the war that will occur later.

“I agree with you, Sukanda. But I remain confident, if our forces cooperate, we will win this war.”

While the two were talking about the enemy's plan, a soldier forced his way into the meeting room.

King Angga raised one of his eyebrows and asked what had happened to the soldier. Stuttering, the soldier replied that Kotaraja had been attacked.

“North Matraman has attacked again, Gusti.” said the soldier.

‘Whata?” King Angga even asked very loudly over the report that the soldier had submitted. King Angga did not think that the enemy would attack in the very near future.

“What a savage you, Putra.” said King Angga angrily, several large veins protruding on his face.

King Angga and King Sukanda finally prepared to go to the location of the attack.

**

On top of one of the horse-drawn carriages made of pure gold, sat a person wearing royal oversized clothes. On his head was a crown made of gold.

His clean white face and sharp nose indicate that this person has a beautiful face. Not to mention the thin whiskers attached above his lips, making many girls fascinated to see him.

This is the one who presides over the North Matraman Kingdom, the King of the Son. Behind his beautiful face turned out to hold a million hidden abominations.

This can be seen from the way he leads the kingdom, the people are poor and even oppressed for all the policies he implemented. Added to that by the greedy lust to rule the land of Matraman alone. Really, this beautiful face is able to deceive anyone who has never known him.

In front of the King of the Son, now there is a war that is no less exciting than before. The Son King was so enraged to hear that his troops were repulsed, plus many members of the Black Cloak Group had been killed.

For the bad results they obtained, King Putra ordered his troops to attack West Matraman again while the enemy troops were not in a position to prepare.

This time they deployed the entire combat fleet that North Matraman had. The result was quite good, North Matraman troops managed to rush in close to the royal palace.

“Hahaha... Haha... Die you soldiers of West Matraman. Tonight your kingdom will be leveled by the land.” said the King of the Son, then accompanied by a triumphant laughter.

Not long appeared Mahapatih Argadana approaching the King of the Son, in his hand clasped a sword at the end dripping red liquid. Mahapatih Argadana sheathed his sword and took a kneeling stance.

“His Majesty's report, at the moment our troops are almost able to get close to the palace. Some of our senopati are facing senopati opponents. Servant waiting for His Majesty's word.”

“Are you able to solve this quickly, uncle patih?’’

“Sendika Your Majesty, tonight the West Matraman Kingdom will soon submit to us.”

On the other hand, King Angga and King Sukanda were watching the situation outside the palace. The battle is still going very fiercely. The royal soldiers were fighting with the enemy forces. One by one lives were lost for free.

Turning to the other side, Senopati Karang Suta has received many injuries due to his fight with Senopati Cakra Boga. His body was already limp, there was no more energy to continue the battle.

While other senopati such as Senopati Bagas Aji, Senopati Arya Kemuning, and Senopati Surya Bengal are not in better condition. They were forced to fight nonstop and enemies like never ending. Until finally their bodies were full of wounds, the energy was drained. All that remains is life attached to the body.

“Is this the end of the West Matraman Kingdom?” the question was drawn on each of the heads of senopati. Although it has received help from South Matraman, in fact it is not enough to change the final result.

Seeing the extremely unfortunate result, the Angga King urged King Sukanda to flee. At least one day the King of Sukanda could gather the troops back, he thought.

“Go Sukanda, I will make way for you.” said King Angga as he swung his sword towards the enemy.

Instead of escaping, King Sukanda actually went to war with King Angga. Pulling out his sword and attacking the enemy that started approaching King Angga, “Sorry Raka, I cannot let you die in this place.”

King Sukanda couldn't just leave his brother behind. If anyone has to survive, then it must be King Angga, not himself. Compared to King Sukanda, King Angga who has a better ability in government science.

“Raka, go. You must live to bring forth the glory of the land of Matraman. Promise me.”

After saying so, King Sukanda jumped to attack Senopati Cakra Boga who began to approach them. “Rusan here let it be my duty, you go!” exclaim King Sukanda while serving the moves issued by his opponent.

The battle was not so long because Senopati Cakra Boga was already injured. In a few breaths, King Sukanda's sword managed to stab right in the senopati's left chest. Die.

The death of Senopati Cakra Boga attracted the attention of the forces of the Northern Matraman Kingdom, including Mahapatih Argadana. Seeing senopati as well as his favorite student died, the anger of Mahapatih Argadana rose to its peak.

“Death to you, Sukanda!”

Mahapatih Argadana attacked King Sukanda very fiercely. The moves he released were deadly, not to mention the inner energy he had was included in one of the highest warriors.

Despite bearing the title of a king, King Sukanda did not have a high degree of canuraganism. His science of canuragannya may only be equivalent to that of an expert class swordsman.

Obviously, the fight between the two of them was not balanced. In some ways, King Sukanda has been pushed great. His body was already covered in sword wounds. Blood flowed from between his lips as well as from his entire body.

Mahapatih Argadana walked slowly towards King Sukanda and attached the tip of his sword to his neck.

“You will follow your brother, O King of Sukanda. Do you remember King Mutual? The poor king died at the end of my sword, and tonight, you will follow him. Are you ready?”

“Cuihhh... damned yourselves Argadana.” replied King Sukanda after spitting on Mahapatih Argadana's face.

Mahapatih Argadana swept across the face spat on by the opponent with his hand then swung his sword with all his might.

A second later the sword touched his neck, suddenly the movement of the sword stopped as the sound of the flute rhythms appeared.

Mahapatih Argadana released his sword grip and immediately exerted energy in order not to damage his ears due to the internal energy contained in the rhythm of the flute.

“Satan! Who else is this?”