The Musafir
Second Attack
BACK Mantingan was in a situation he did not like at all. If he attacks it is the same as being trapped in a kill or be killed situation. The mantan knew that if even ten low-ranking warriors surrounded him, the sword of Kiai Kedai was forced to be pulled from its sheath.
“Tan easy, Mantingan. If within three days they attack, it will be better for us.”
That night was the time for the pancakas to be burned. Of course, the pancakas were not burned in an empty state.
The city soldiers did not weep for his friend's departure. Not because their pity has gone away. For them, crying is not necessary if it turns out tomorrow to meet in the afterlife. During the battle, who could be sure that it would survive to the end?
Thirteen brave trained soldiers none of them increased the number of casualties. As per the agreement, the 13 soldiers gathered inside the Mantingan residence for dinner together.
But the atmosphere of the dinner was not as lively as imagined last night. Not a few of their friends who died, where maybe they ate while having fun.
Food this time was brought from the army camp, because there was no more selling in the city center. Then what they ate was the same food as the other soldiers.
After dinner, Mantingan said the same thing as last night. “If one of you dies tomorrow, come back here to burn our brother together. If none of you die, come back here for dinner. You will not have dinner if you are incomplete.”
***
The thirteen soldiers saluted the Mantingan before the door of the residence before stepping away. Their energy is more needed in the army camp. Mantingan entered and closed the door, he returned to his room to make a reading of the book of penjilatan.
There was no Rara accompanying him in conversation that night despite the dozens of times Mantingan called out.
No matter a hundred times, Rara still did not appear. It is like calling in a vacuum. No reverberation, no affirmation.
The remaining night was spent Meningan to read the books. Whether it is a basic book or a high book, read without regard to its greatness.
Mantingan could not casually make tea and take a warm bath in the morning. He immediately darted towards the city wall after a little breakfast.
There he met the officer who was on guard above the tower. The officer gestured for Mantingan to ascend.
“Mantingan, it looks like this is not too good.” The direction of the officer's eyes was fixed on the expanse of fieldland far in front of the city wall, where the enemy force built tents.
The mantan unconsciously followed the officer's eyes. In one breath, Mantingan's eyes widened.
How not? Far ahead, the enemy's power is seen to be getting bigger than what was last seen. Big tents have just been built. Rows of soldiers were seen waiting for other tents to be built.
Mantingan took a long breath. “How can they do that in a very short time?”
“It looks like the relief forces have been walking there since night and arrived in the early morning. Swipe my sandals didn't come back here last night, I'm afraid he was caught by the enemy.”
“I do not like to know this, Officer, but I must say that this new incoming enemy army seems quite ingenious.”
“What I'm worried about is the same as you, Mantingan. Can your magic throw be broken?”
“If one of the swordsmen of them understands enough magic, it is possible to be broken. But I will do my best to prevent them from doing that.”
The officer nodded slowly. “Our hope and the hope of the whole city is on you, Mantingan.”
***
The officer who was having lunch with Mantingan just stopped his meal. The mantle also reacts the same.
“Warn to everything, but do not blow the trumpet before there is a command.”
“Good!” The soldier who reported it rushed away.
Officers turned to Mantingan. “The bodies of their friends who last night have not been taken care of, and now they intend to add more.”
The smiling coat is bland. “Empire, we'd better get ready.”
The activity that was last night was repeated that afternoon. The sun does not shine too brightly, the sky is cloudy, but the day is so hot.
Indeed, when the sky is slightly cloudy, the air will feel hotter, often interpreted as a sign of rain. That's not wrong. The rain seemed to be coming down in a moment, making the enemy fire arrows unable to fully work.
Thirteen brave soldiers stood firmly on the city walls. Just like the other warriors, their hearts raced eagerly awaiting the enemy. Hopefully quickly finished or hopefully meet friends in the afterlife.
Manten like last night, standing right above the city door, he would make sure no swordsman had managed to break his defensive magic throw.
“Brother Man! Looks like this battle will be even more exciting than last night!”
The mantel laughed softly. “Take care of yourself so that you can eat later tonight.”
“We haven't even had lunch, later tonight you have to prepare a large portion."
The mantle showed his smile before returning to face the front.
There were several large rows of enemy soldiers. Each of those rows tied their collegiate origin flags on long spears. The mantle scrunched its forehead when it recognized the flag they were flying.
“Leafless blue tree, Getih Asin Temple is here?” The mantel then smiled awkwardly. “Will they be surprised to see me here?”
The first row contains archers. They advanced quite a long way before widening the line. Bows, they stretch. And released! Slide thousands of arrows at once in a single attack.
The officer raised his hand. We sound the kangungan, the sign of the troops must lift the shield. It was indeed a new sign that the officer had proposed, the sound of the clanging was much more audible than the sound of shouting.
Thousands of fiery arrows were like fiery rain that flushed the troops behind the city walls. The flames from the arrows snatched everywhere and burned almost everything.
“Arrow!” Officers gave orders, they had to race against enemies who were both stretching arrows. “Shoot now!”
Two archers sent arrows to each other. This time the arrows of the city troops also brought fire. Dozens of arrows collided, breaking in the air. Thousands more continue to slide on target.
Three times the sound was sounded again. All the soldiers behind the wall raised their shields.
The exchange of arrow attacks lasted up to ten times the attack before the two parties ran out of arrows. The attack was continued by cavalry soldiers, and foot soldiers were commonly called ground soldiers.
“Hold the city door!”
Five times the kangungan was hit after the officer issued the order. The troops immediately moved.
