The Fate of Adipura Kingdom

43. The War Begins

“How can they gain such confidence?”

“Basic group of crazy bastards!”

“They will only deliver lives because they have to face us”

“Really! A team that is far away from us will not be able to win!”

The Adipura royal forces, who are now loyal to the Jaka king, commented against his opponent's attitude. They laughed mockingly, assuming the efforts of his opponent would be in vain later. This is natural because in war the numbers include factors by which the war can be won.

King Jaka also did not want to lose to his brother, seeing the confidence of his troops made him sure he would win this war quickly.

He then advanced to the front of his army on his horse, “Look at the foolish bastards who had thought mad that they could win against us! Turn that shout of spirit into a cry of pain for the defeat they will get! Don't give mercy! Finish it all, there's nothing left! Show us that we are the strongest army ever!”, king Jaka cried out loudly to his troops.

“Life king Jaka!”

“Live! It's alive! Alive!!!”

The army led by the king of Jaka also did not want to lose the voice of his opponent's forces, with together they cried out loudly after the king of Jaka delivered his speech. King Jaka smiled as the soldiers loyal to him continued to support his decision until now.

This was clearly because the soldiers had known who the person behind the scenes who helped the power of the king of Jaka survive until now. They believe that with such people this war will be easy to win.

“SERRAAANGGGG!!!”, the king of Jaka ordered his troops to move forward, the troops who heard the call then ran towards where his opponent was. With a large number of troops it moved until the jostling of their fellow men.

Patih Purno who saw the opposing team was moving then began to speak, “Do according to our strategy! Everything starts moving!”, Patih Purno ordered.

Rebel forces that had been drafted according to plan then ran to their respective positions, they were waiting for cues from their leader, Patih Purno.

“SERAAANGGGG!!!”, exclaim Patih Purno to his troops.

The rebel forces in the front quickly moved in unison towards the opponent, Aryo joined the movement accompanied by Subani beside him. It did not take long for the meeting between the two camps to finally happen, both sides fought with all their abilities.

The clang of the sword met the sword, the sword struck the shield as well as the cries of the soldiers who were hit by the attack graced the current war atmosphere. The place that became the battleground in an instant turned into a sea of corpses, countless soldiers who had lost their lives due to the attacks from their respective opponents.

Dust dotted the place, the soldiers showed their toughness in the face of death before his eyes.

Rebel forces led by Aryo and Subani managed to overwhelm their opponents, let alone the combination of attacks from both easily kill Adipura kingdom soldiers and their allies.

Aryo with a Bagaskara kris attacked fiercely to his opponent while Subani used his empty hand silat continues to paralyze the opponent who came to attack him.

He did not hesitate to break the legs, hands and even the neck of his opponent, the action made someone become challenged and wanted to fight him. That person was none other than the mysterious man, he wanted to test how far the power of Subani was.

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Minister Balda was silent, his mind still focused on the ongoing battle. Given on the other side there is someone who has a sense and a qualified strategy, worry then attacked Balda's minister.

“Minister need not worry, we will give a quick death to our opponent today!”, the mysterious man continues to try to convince minister Balda with his stance.

Minister Balda exhaled softly and turned to the mysterious man, “Their attack is as strong as possible, lest there be anything left!”, said Balda.

Hearing that order the mysterious man immediately went towards the horsemen he was in. The sound of a trumpet immediately sounded as a sign of assaulting the horsemen led by a mysterious man. They drove the horse as fast as possible to get to the field of action to help the Adipura royal forces.

In the chaos of the war Aryo and Subani can see the movement of the opposing cavalry. Aryo smiled, everything went according to the plan that had been prepared by Patih Purno. Then he began to shout in the middle of the battlefield, “Slowly retreat!”, Aryo gave orders that were immediately carried out by each of his troops.

The rebel forces then retreated regularly, the Adipura royal forces who saw it were astonished. Rebel forces had managed to overwhelm them but now they are retreating from the battlefield slowly.

“Don't let them pass!”

"Have them!"

“You're not going anywhere!”

“Death to you!”

A Patih from the kingdom of Adipura was about to slash the neck of his opponent, but the slash never arrived because his neck was first cut by Aryo's keris. Patih fell to the ground due to the attack.

He tried to find out who had attacked him suddenly, it did not take long for him to see a young man looking at him with a compassionate look.

He faintly looked at the figure that had attacked him, his eyes glaring after discovering who had attacked him. He wanted to make a sound but he had to hold the blood from the wound on his neck which made his breath become tight.

“Sorry uncle, I have to kill you..”, Aryo recognizes that Patih is none other than Patih who was with him on the last day he became king of Adipura kingdom.

Aryo did not expect to see him again, he thought that the Patih was dead because he had never heard from him. But eventually they were brought together in this war but he also did not expect their meeting to end with each other being enemies in the war.

Patih was lowering his gaze to Aryo, “Maa—maa—affff..”, his voice did not sound clear as blood began to fill his throat.

Aryo was dazed when he saw Patih who used to protect him actually now had to die because of his attack. “I will give my dear uncle death”, with half-hearted Aryo holding his kris with both hands intending to stab his opponent.

The coach looked at the face of Aryo that he had once protected, although it changed slightly but in the blink of an eye he could recognize it clearly.

There is no longer a carefree and friendly face of the king who used to be, now the expression of Aryo there is only firmness. Patih smiled and then let go of what would happen next.

Aryo steadied his heart and after thrusting his dagger right in the heart of Patih it was, in an instant his prick had made his opponent lose his life that day.

“May the gods lead uncle up there”, Aryo is so devastated, in war we will meet death everywhere. But when losing the closest figure in the war is only an endless arena of suffering.