The Musafir

The Enemy Forces attacked

“Maybe there is only one way, Officer. If the magic seal I installed did not injure the warrior, then each soldier should donate at least a drop of blood. That way, the magic seal will recognize them as friends and will not trap them.”

The officer nodded his head slowly.

“On that I can not make sure all soldiers donate blood, there could be someone who was missed or there are some who are on a mission outside the city walls. But I will still try my best, Mantingan.”

“Alright, Officer. If so, we better start now. If we see the enemy force that is in front of us right now, then they can attack at any time.”

That's right what Mantingan told the officer. Enemy troops were seen away from the city walls, but they built tents and several bonfires in preparation for the assault. Officers from the early hours of the morning were aware of the signs of the enemy and alerted their entire army to be ready for combat.

The mantis and the officers entered the city. The city gate was again closed, even bailed out to withstand the onslaught of the enemy.

The mantel is provided with a table and stool as a place to collect the blood of soldiers. The young man took out a sheet of pontoon with the most complicated script. That's the ejection that regulates other Magic Throws, later a drop of blood from each soldier will be infused by the regulator's thrower.

After the officer made the announcement, many soldiers started to arrive and march in front of the Mantingan table. With a needle they donated each drop of blood.

The ranks of soldiers are getting longer and longer. Not decreased. The mantans worked increasingly fast and hard to stick needles into the palms of the soldiers. Eventually the ranks began to slowly shrink, and the last person was the officer who smiled warmly at Mantingan.

“Are you all, Officer?”

“I think not yet, but it's not a big deal because chances are not many warriors will go into the shelter.” The officer stretched out his palm.

Mantingan thrust a needle into the center of the officer's palm, a drop of blood falling on the regulator's throw. “Thank you, Officer.”

“Ya.” The officer smiled widely and muttered a few times. “Mantingan .. I have a daughter whose age can be said to be as good as you. I guess, you wouldn't mind accepting an arranged marriage with her.”

Mantingan was so shocked that he choked on his own saliva. He looked at the officer in front of him with a look of disbelief.

“Pardon yourself a danger that seems inappropriate juxtaposed with the daughter of the Officer.”

The officer patted Mantingan's back and laughed. “You must not be humble. I know you still have no intention of getting married, just say, that's okay.”

The mantel laughed awkwardly. “Nah, Officer. Looks like it's time I went to put up a Magic Throw. Are the soldiers the Officers lent ready?”

“Yes, yes, they've gathered and are ready. I'll call them for you.”

***

The installation of Magic Throw was carried out according to plan. The mantan in fact required over a hundred warriors to help its task be completed within a day.

The Magic Throws were installed on the outskirts of the road, taped to places that were considered quite hidden. Several others were installed on the doors of buildings that were likely infiltrated by the enemy.

The city walls and the border of the city shelters were the two places that were most plastered with Magic Throw. Especially on the city walls, Mantingan installed many high-quality Magic Throws.

Is not the rule of war to kill or be killed? Then the Mantingan will kill, if necessary. It can be ascertained that the mantingan will be much more paralyzing the opponent than killing the opponent. Not even killing at all.

The job of installing the Magic Throw was completed when the sun had long since set. The Magic Throw that was installed was still not working. The thrower will work after the Mantingan gives the order. Mantingan enough to scratch some characters in the regulator before the other splinters work.

That night all the soldiers were alerted right behind the city walls. Really busy atmosphere at that time because the enemy was seen making a move. People at the shelter have also been told that an attack is coming.

Some of the city men who survived yesterday's war are now returning to take up arms. Anything can be a weapon for them. Whether it's a hoe, a sickle, a small cleaver, a stick, or even a broom. They stand guard just behind the city's protective boundary line, defending the widows and children within with their own lives. Even old men were seen standing there.

Back to the city wall. Arrows and bows alerted behind the walls archers would fire their arrows at anyone who jumped the city walls. While the spears are arranged under it, ready to pounce on the enemy who fell due to the lunge of the arrow.

The sword and shielded soldiers were tasked with protecting the archers. Archers have no protection, so they can be a soft meal of incoming enemy arrows.

Behind the city gate there is a large tool used to hold the enemy from the outside.

While 13 soldiers who have been trained by Mantingan seen standing on the wall, glaring at the enemy among the dark of the night.

Torches are alerted to burn arrows, so the attack can be a fire arrow. But in a night situation like this, arrows without fire are more deadly than arrows.

Mantingan stood upright right above the city gate. He was joined by 13 other trained soldiers. On his waist was the famous Sword Kiai Kedai. Her hair was crazily buffeted by the night wind with her silver robe.

Although people saw Mantingan upright and silent, but actually Mantingan was conversing in his head. The young swordsman spoke lightly with his imaginary girl. He can breathe calmly now because of the imaginary girl.

“What happens if I die in battle, Rara?”

“You die, I die. It can easily be said that way.”

“Then I will not die. Let you not die.”

“You only talk to yourself, people who know will think you are crazy.”

“I'm willing to be a madman even a vagrant origin can imagine yourself every time.”

“Which crazy person would willingly sacrifice his life for a girl he doesn't know?”

The conversation was stalled by the loud shrillness of the war trumpet. Mantingan awakened and returned to the real world. Seeing how the enemy army had moved forward. Hundreds of torches make them like fireflies.

“Enemy troops have arrived.” The mantan muttered slowly.

“Then, finish them. I'll go, hopefully one day we meet again.” Rara's voice slowly disappeared.

The mantel nodded and raised his smile. “That's for sure.”