Magical Adventure Book

[Chapter 32-2] Love and the Battle of Lasete Village

Without wasting time. We hunted out, from the three doors in the House of Jeunjung. Scattering to his terrace which is bounded by bamboo fence.

I was stunned to see people carrying torches. Confused about what happened earlier tonight.

"Elder, they started landing and unloading. The soldiers of the Vajal State!" A man carrying a torch, came to report to Elder Perota.

My heart heard it.

"How many fleets are there?" Captain Sando raised his voice.

"The coast patrol said that there were three large ships, anchored near the west coast. Single-pipe giyeni type." The report left Captain Sando flabbergasted.

I don't really understand the world of shipping, but all I know is, the giyeni type is a ship, which has a propulsion engine powered by Wind Ore. The cruise will be faster by using it.

Unfortunately, until now, Margo has never boarded this type of ship, even seeing it directly does not. So, I can't possibly explain it in detail.

"Prepare formation! Open the armory, and secure the citizens who can't fight to hide in the hills!" The order was given by Elder Perota with a growl. I'm sure he's emotional, because when his granddaughter is having a happy day, there comes a rioter that's ruining her.

Next to me, Manika trembled holding the perimeter of the House of Jejung. His jaw hardened, and I saw clearly he started to take a swing to jump.

I held his shoulder. Holding him from doing such reckless things. I'm sure he'll jump down, join the war, which is about to happen.

"Hold you, Manika! Stay inside the Arbor House, and protect Grandpa Perota inside" I asked. Look at him at a close distance.

She shook her head. "No, I'm part of the Tastal tribe. And, in each of our veins, the blood of brave warriors flows. I have to go down, because I can and can fight to defend Lasete, our village."

Her blue eyes seemed to be burning with fighting spirit. Makes it more charming. But there was still disagreement in my heart. It might be a colossal fight. More than I've experienced in Jarless and Lapalasa. Obviously, three large ships, could certainly accommodate hundreds of trained soldiers.

I held her arms tightly. Then pull him a little closer. Up to the distance of the tip of our nose is only one inch away.

"Yes, you are a great warrior of the Tastal tribe. I know and feel it myself. But, you need to remember, you are the Goddess Surgaku, the beautiful queen who reigns in my heart, as well as the future wife who I love very much. I don't want you to get hurt in this war. I beg you, My man, let me take your place to fight in this war."

Manika nodded slowly with her head down. His lips ran out, then moved in a whispering voice, "Then, what if you were the one who got hurt? I won't be able to face it."

Hearing that, my heart blossomed! Butterflies dance beautifully, and I feel like I can fly soaring because of it. Truly a simple word that so deeply penetrates the heart!

"My man, believe me. Although I'm not good at hand-to-hand combat, but in using firearms, I can shoot faster than shadows, and more accurately than a hawk's swoop."

The girl turned her head and looked at me with her own eyes. "Please promise me you'll survive. Don't make me like my mother, who mourns my father's loss."

My heart was stomping hard. How stupid of me. Not long ago I knew her - just a matter of hours - but it was as arbitrary as seducing her and enticing her. In fact, I did not know the true story of his life. What his favorite food is, who his parents are, and how his past is in detail. I feel like I'm the most depraved man in the world, who likes to play with women's hearts.

"Hey, enough fun! The enemy is approaching. Get ready!" snapped Captain Sando with a thick satirical tone.

Although a bit upset to hear it, but thank you, because that way, I can escape from this uncertain feeling.

Manika got up, after taking off my hand with a soft pat. Walking over to his grandfather, and starting a small debate, because the old hunchback refused to evacuate. Stubborn, with the argument that he is still capable of firing weapons and fighting with us.

Manika who had exhausted her patience, finally forcibly carried the Elder Perota. Took him into the House of Jeunjung, without regard to the violent protests of the reckless grandfather.

"Looks like your wedding has to be postponed, man." Yenz came up to me with his annoying grin. Hand over a pair of belts with my revolver.

"Let's get this over with! I love weddings, 'cause there's gonna be a lot of good food in there." Leo interrupted me who was about to reply to Yenz's words. It's so optical and fearless this kid.

"You guys use a gun?" ask them both.

The two kompak shook their heads. Goody!

"Then how are you going to fight them? Realize, right, that the opponent will definitely use a firearm later?" i said, frustration.

"I need to err. I can't use a firearm as well as you. But, don't doubt my marksmanship, which has been honed on the battlefield for ten years." Yenz turned down the stairs, with an annoying smile on his face.

"I can't. Does Mr Margo want to teach me?"

Teach ndashmu a melocot! You think it could be that easy to use a firearm? It took me years to really master it.

"Leos. I ask you to take care of Elder Perota and Miss Manika. I'm afraid someone will sneak up and hurt them. I'm counting on you." Leo's eyes looked wistful, and his smile folded at once.

The young man continued to look at me with widened pupils. It looks like a cat is seducing. The difference is, this jamet in front of me, it looks annoying, not adorable.

"Trust me, Sir. I am a person who can learn quickly. You don't have to worry," she said. It began to shake my heart.

Malika came out, and looked around for a while, before her gaze stopped pointing at me. Then step quickly to approach.

"Why are you back?" my many. Surprised, as soon as he stopped next to Leo.

Manika gasped for a moment, before turning her head quickly with cheeks converging towards Leo.

"You, quickly come with me inside. Grandpa Perota wants to see you!" said firmly.

"What's the matter exactly?" my many.

Manika looked embarrassed with a face together. His hands clasped tightly to the side of his shirt.

"Grandfather .. he asked this boy to meet him .. so." Manika's voice instantly turned soft as she answered my question. Makes it sound and look adorable.

"Go, Leo. Elder Perota must need something from you. Don't disappoint him." Hearing my words, Leo's smile immediately spread wide, then turned to go into the house of honor.

"I-I'm saying goodbye too. Excuse me."

I laughed inwardly at Manika's awkward behavior. A little sweet comforter before descending into the battlefield ahead.

Just fix one problem. No need to worry Leo will mess with his amateur shot. Earlier, I had thought of allowing him to use a weapon.

I'm down after Yenz. Saw two rows of people - on the left and right - carrying royong passing each other weapons, which originated from the room under the House of Jejung.

I just realized now. This stage house has many functions. In addition to the residence of the chief, a place to receive and stay guests, and as a hall of harmony, it turns out this place is also used as a storage of weapons, at the bottom.

"Hey! Catch this!" call Yenz. Throwing a long shotgun, followed by several lines of bullets.

Ah ... this rifle. It used to be used often and became a mainstay in the ten-year war. Semi-automatic, with six-bullet filling, which has great range, precision and power. Plus minimal recoil. Very good to use in such circumstances.

As I was filling the bullet, by inserting a row of tipped metal, through the hole extending above the body of the rifle-pressing it so that in all-the entourage of burly men came rolling large wooden blocks, and, which are then set up, and arranged in a long line.

Being a barricade to block the entrance to the courtyard of the House of Jeunjung, as well as being a suitable hiding place when the shootout occurred.

My heart is beating hard. This time I believe it will be easier than the previous two battles. There is preparation, and also with a lot of help. But still I-following Margo-feel nervous.

Finished cocked, and checking again the presence of four packages of bullets in the bag of pants, I went to the ranks of large wooden beams, which in some parts have been occupied.

I'm trying to measure and adjust to that chest-high beam. Squatting then standing up, I did it a few times. Occasionally try to aim from a small gap, between rows of wooden logs. It can, but it is more comfortable and fast if standing, because the long barrel does not need to bother tucking first.

I'm standing. Place the left hand, which holds the front of the rifle, over the beam surface. At first glance, I was amazed, after finally understanding the uniqueness of the layout of the building in this village.

There is only one road that can be passed, to get to Rumah Jeunjung. Being in the middle of a collection of residential blocks, which turned out to be able to function to withstand the sporadic pace of enemy attacks.

The base of the road opposite us, was only given a gap of less than two meters, while in our position, it stretched a distance of ten meters more.

That is, there will be more people in our camp who can shoot, compared to the opposing camp across there.

Breaking through the yard of the house, it is possible, but it will be difficult to move, in the presence of a sturdy bamboo fence tipped waist-high.around and confine between housing blocks, it will be difficult to move, in the presence of a sturdy bamboo fence tipped waist-high, the awakened are not symmetrical with each other. Moreover, there had already been several shooters that had been placed in order to hit him.

Going into the woods, I'm sure isn't a good choice. Their movements will be blocked around the tightness of trees, shrubs, and perhaps even wild animals. Especially in the dark night as it is now. They are the same as giving up their lives.

All are still and ready in their respective positions. Shooters in the front row. A replacement team at the back. In the third layer, there are people who are in charge of logistics, and first aid to victims of gunfire.

That was what Yenz explained, next to me, with a small smile. Don't know why it still looks so annoying.

The silence in Lasete Village was charged with tension.equipped a gust of cold wind pierced into the bone marrow. Shivering me because of the freezing of air, plus the seeds of fear that began to sprout big.

"Come! They're coming!" A leggy teenager whipped, darting into the main street of the village. Shouting with both hands forms a mouthpiece on the side of the mouth.

"Dimple!" Shouted one of the villagers. If not wrong, he who was in the forest until the House of Jejung, in charge of guiding the Elder Perota.

The cries of the command were responded to in unison, by turning off the flame of the torch attached. Leaving some aside, the light was enough to aid our vision, but it would complicate the shot of the opponent, who was at the other end of the village.

His condition was very clearly visible, under the torch flame of the tall poles firmly embedded there.

I am so impressed with Lasete Village. With such a scenario and formation, it is certainly possible for us to defeat the opponent, despite the number of three giyeni model ships.

Come, and we'll make you see the nightmare!