The Musafir
Third Attack
"No need to think about it, Officer.”
“I won't calm down if I don't reply to you.”
MANTIN smile. He felt the officer was not playing games or making small talk with his words. It seems that the man will indeed not calm down if he does not return the assistance given Mantingan.
“Eating together alone seems to be enough, Officer.”
“Do not do that. At first I intended to match you with my daughter who people say beautiful, but apparently you do not want to. Be now I am in confusion about what to give you. Dinner must not be enough, you don't joke.”
“Empire, what I'm doing right now is for humanitarian work. I am human, so it is my duty to protect other oppressed human beings. I even feel guilty if I receive payment.”
The officer smiled before patting the Mantingan's shoulder and nodding once. “Thank you, Mantingan. Your body will be remembered and remembered by all of us. Your story will be sung by our grandchildren as a song of heroism. You are a true hero, who does not demand revenge for all the help he gives.”
Hearing that made Mantingan's chest feel warm. It was not praise that flattered him, but the affection of the officers and soldiers of the city that made Mantingan not feel lonely in this lonely martial world.
***
By late afternoon, unarmed enemy soldiers had arrived to retrieve the bodies of their comrades who had fallen on the battlefield. Paralyzed warriors were also immediately dealt with by healers and taken to the camp on stretchers.
The soldiers were closely watched by Mantingan as well as 13 other trained soldiers to prevent any intruders from breaking the magic spell.
The soldiers who come this time should not be attacked. They carried no weapons, no warriors or highly skilled warriors, nor did they come to attack. What they do is arguably for the common good.
Because if the bodies are left to rot just like that, will arise deadly diseases disrupt the course of the war. Thank goodness the crow flock came.
The activity lasted until the perfect sunset. In the camp the enemy was seen a little bright by the burning pancakas.
The mantan in his mind wondered, were the enemy soldiers also sad when his comrade fell in battle? Or do they think their rivals have diminished?
The black martial and the black world were hard to guess his attitude. Sometimes they love their friends very much but hate people who are not friends, some also hate their friends and consider them as rivals in the martial world.
Something is certain in the world of persilatan—be it a black martial or a white pearl—always prey on the others. The college preys on its rival colleges. A school preys on another school. Swordsmen kill each other to achieve perfection.
All that sounds ridiculous, but aren't humans basically creatures that prey on self-defense?
What does a man do when he is hungry? Of course eat.
Where the food comes from is the question. Man always kills, oppresses others in order to maintain his own life.
Worse yet, it is considered not problematic. If you are hungry, kill and eat, it is natural.
The laws and rules of the world that make humans behave like that. What if he is hungry, but does not want to kill and does not eat forever? It will surely be downstream at death.
Not just human. The animals in the forest behave almost the same as humans. They prey on other creatures to survive. The difference is, animals prey on other creatures blatantly. Whereas man preys secretly with fabricated stories to cover up his cruelty.
If it had to prey on each other, maybe it was like a rule made by Gusti. I don't know if it will affect my karma or not. To be sure, if it does not prey, then humans will not be able to live.
Back again Mantingan woke up from the daydream when Putu patted his shoulder.
Behind Putu were 12 other soldiers who were both waiting for Mantingan. The young man nodded his head, he stood up from his resting bench.
“Attacks! Attack!”
The vigilance of Mantingan peaked after hearing that shout. His body and eyes spun in all directions to see where the attacks came from. Only then did Mantingan see a large long object in the air enveloped in fire, the arrow-like object then shot down and hit the ground behind the city walls.
The flames from the large, shallow arrow flew and grabbed everywhere. Not a few soldiers and tents were hit by the fire.
In fact not only one, large arrows numbering in the tens shot up above the sky and ready to hit the encampment of the city troops.
Anxious mantle not playing. With that fiery arrow the size of one fathom, the shield would not be able to hold it. Even the roof of the building will be pierced and destroyed by it.
The officer who was on top of the tower certainly realized that such a big arrow was impossible to be driven away by the shield, he made a quick decision.
“Return to the back!” The officer gave the order, the long shrill of the trumpet twice as many.
“Retreat! Backward!”
“Supervise the sky! The arrows were moving no less quickly than the biased arrows ! Watch out!”
BYARR!!!
Another large arrow struck a group of soldiers who were running, burning them all in piercing heat. The screeching of their cries almost defeated the sound of the trumpets.
“Brother Man, we have to protect the city wall!”
The man immediately realized what he had to do. If the whole army withdraws into the city, who will guard the city walls? There was no one who had the ability like the Mantingan and the 13 warriors he trained, then they were the ones who should be ready to advance to the vanguard!
“Are you guys sure?”
The thirteen soldiers simultaneously nodded. They knew the risks were greater than in previous battles, but they were not at all afraid of losing their lives given the widows and children in the sanctuary.
“We are sure and we hope tomorrow we can still have dinner, Brother Man!”
The mantel still took the time to smile. “Then, we advance together.”
“Please!” reply they cheered.
They ran forward as the others ran backwards. Long arrows fell several times near them and spewed fire, but none of them hit.
On the city walls they climb the stairs, while the Mantingan immediately bounces without significant difficulties. Arriving at the top, Mantingan is presented by a terrible sight. Thousands of enemy soldiers moved with torch points in the darkness of the night. The long arrows kept on sliding.
Mantian growled. They disguised the fiery arrows with burning pancakas, so that the city troops only learned the attack came when the arrows had been released.
Utilizing the death of his friend for profit is a vile, typical black flow.
