The Thousand Mask Warrior

Arak Place from Bamboo

Kamisan, also known as Pikulan Sakti, walked at the very front of the horde of Hell's Earth Needles. This group had felt its success when employed by the Walanda Company fighting the movement of Sultan Agung troops when attacking the Betawi fort. But they're lulled. Slowly but surely, their members began to dwindle. Groups built from members who are clever and experts in betrayal, certainly likes and easily betrayal as well. Seeing this group begin to lose their stature, many quietly left.

Another reason for the porous hordes of Hell's Earth Needles is the lunge of Jayaseta and the Thousand Mask Swordsman who broke their lunge. Many of their mainstay champions were killed at the hands of the swordsman thus giving this horde a tremendous loss. It could be said that the Hell Earth Needle was just waiting for time to disperse because it had no more resources in carrying out the tasks that were given to them.

These small groups under Kamisan the Pikulan Sakti were probably the last attempt for the Hell Earth Needle to raise their marketability and prestige in front of the Walanda Company back.

Their job is actually simple. As a group that has long been involved in being coveted, conducting reconnaissance, sealing and even treason, they just need to find out the mapping of the location of important places in Malacca. Both the trading center, the population, and especially the defense places throughout the city, the hills and of course the fortress. Their work has yielded some pretty good results. The news and explanations they sold to Walanda were bought at a reasonable price.

They're addictive.

Kamisan does not want to just work as a telik cipher. He in the Hell Earth Needle group acts as a warrior, champion, champion and fighter. For months he had not taught anyone much less to kill someone. He is worried that his science will be corrupted.

Today was his opportunity and his subordinates to carry out the final plan before returning to Betawi. Clearly this was not the order requested by the officers and officers of the army of Kompenu Walanda. They were basically only asked to once again enter the fort and make a thorough mapping of its contents.

It was too easy work for Kamisan the Pikulan Sakti. He will not just provide news and stories for Walanda. He will give fire and sacrifice of life.

Today, he and a dozen of his members will make a scene, destroying important places in the city of Melaka fortress salam where the Pranggi people take shelter. He will tell them that they are facing a great power from across the sea. The Pranggis should fear not Walanda, but them, the indigenous Javanese warriors who instinctively also had a grudge instilled since the Kingdom of Demak failed to conquer Pranggi who defeated the Malay Sultanate of Malacca seripusan years ago.

Kamisan was currently carrying a round wooden stick along the arm that was used to carry a wooden box containing carpentry tools. Although the average craftsman in the archipelago uses wooden pegs to attach two parts of the building from wood, not a few also utilize the knowledge of carpentry that has been more up-to-date with iron nails. Therefore, the gatekeepers of the fort were not suspicious at all with the group claiming to be the construction workers.

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Sasangka upset because they think too late. It turned out that he had to hand over his weapon to the guard soldiers of the gate of the Malacca fortress. The problem is, he believes the Betawi champion group entered with weapons, although he is not sure what type and how they hid it from the guards.

In addition, the weapons he carried were three pieces, enough to make the guards suspicious of the purpose and purpose. Wasn't it the guards who were in charge of handling the security of the city inside the fort one of them from the entry of the intruder? A keris, badik or mashed pepper is still acceptable and can be learned from a traveler. It must also be stripped and placed in a place of care. What about three at once?

***

Sasangka managed to get in by carrying two of his three pairs of wedhung daggers. But he was forced to give up half of his best quality wine supply to be used to bribe the gatekeepers of the fort.

With his speaking ability, Sasangka assured the guards that his man-made arak-arak is the best. He claimed to want to find arak customers in Malacca. He himself has the knowledge and expertise in making wine. In the fort later, he wanted to offer his homemade wine to important officials or interested Pranggis. In appreciation for the kindness of the guards who were a mixture of Pranggi soldiers and natives, Sasangka relinquished some of his wine deposits as a bribe.

"remarkable. Your wine is high-grade. I admit it," said the Pranggi warrior who was possessed by the others. "Then, after you've managed to get customers in the city, what are your next plans? Where will you make and distill wine?" continued.

"Ah, that matter, I have also thought carefully. I'm going to Sabba Sunting village and try to offer them my skills" Sasangka replied.

"Well, kids. Once it works, we want you to remember our names. If you succeed later, do not forget to give us a special ration at a special price," said one of the guard soldiers.

"Ah, don't worry sir. I can give free to you gentlemen as long as my plan is smooth," Sasangka replied by the laughter of satisfied soldiers. "I leave this to you gentlemen. Just a wedhung just in case and cut the sapling tree," he continued.

"For that matter, take it easy. I'm sure you'll remember well. After you have done your business, report to us and come back here to pick up your wedhung dagger" the soldier replied kindly.

That's what makes the soldiers no longer check Sasangka. A pair of wedhungs with hook handles are still safe inside one of his leather bags. He also brought with him the rest of several pieces of wine from bamboo which is important for his later work.

***

Sasangka placed his belongings in the bushes under a dense acid tree. A pair of wedhungs tucked in at the waist and covered with a sheet of sheath. He also prepared a piece of cloth to cover his mouth when needed later.

***

Dozens of Javanese and Malay champions from Betawi spread to all directions. The secret and poisonous spikes were already carefully prepared for launch.

Kamisan and two of the champions walked into a building on a hill, near a building where Catholic Christians prayed called a small church or chapel. The building is a storage area for weaponry such as bedil and fire powder. The building was actually not very large because it did not seem to be the main weapon storage.

But for Kamisan the Pikulan Sakti, the point is the result it causes, not how big the place is. He gave a sign to his two subordinates to go forward to attack.

There were five guards made up of three native warriors armed with spears, and, shields and machetes and two Pranggis with breastplates and iron heads armed with long beds and swords hanging from their waists.

Two of Kamisan's subordinates darted forward and released each of the four poisonous spikes that directly pierced through the necks of the two native warriors. Both of them were shocked and could not scream. They fell to the earth with their necks pierced by metal spikes. The blood that flowed from the scene of the attack was black, while the mouths of the two were giving off froth marks they were exposed to poison.

Kamisan threw a wooden toolbox towards one Flores soldier right at his head. The soldier was also sprawled dying with his head broken from the attack. His breathing was dashed before he could walk no more.

Using a pikulan stick, Kamisan held high, dismissing the two beds that were almost fired at incredible speed.

Not waiting for a long time, Kamisan whirling the stick hit one bule soldier's head covered with a dented iron head and crushed the user's head. What a powerful force in a qualified.

Kamisan also then quickly turned his wand again which struck the neck of the rest of the Pranggi soldiers until it broke. All of his attacks were done once and killed the enemy quickly.

"Burn this building," Kamisan said flatly to his two subordinates after believing the five guards had been killed and that no other soldiers were around.