The Thousand Mask Warrior

Moonlight

The small short-bodied figure was thrust from behind trees a throw away from the Siamese army's army's standing building. He was not at all relaxed, but his clothes were all black and he was wearing a mask anyway, which showed that he did not want to be known and whatever he would do must be a secret thing.

The fact that this night includes a bright night, with the moonlight cloud that is a few days away full, does not thrill it. The Khon demon mask he was wearing was grinning sinisterly, just like the face behind that mask.

Dewa Lima Step who uses the name of the Thousand Mask Swordsman in his strike did not wait long to get his chance to immediately visit one of the centers of the Siamese army that guards the border of Ayutthaya and the Malay Sultanate of Kedah, it was a courtesy under the leadership of the courtier Kittisak.

He walked so confidently that he did not even look like he was carrying a weapon, not even a dagger.

The wooden building in front of him stood firmly with coconut oil lamps and illuminating torches.

"If to be honest, not a few buildings of the Siamese people that seem to be a combination of Malay and Javanese styles," he suddenly thought the origin. He chuckles. In fact, he does not really care about such trivial things. Although he also knows that not only buildings, but also culture, language, and, even the style of silat throughout the archipelago and foreign countries that are in the vicinity does affect each other for hundreds or even thousands of years.

Dozens of combined warriors and Kedah Malay warriors bowed behind the trees in all dark clothes and equipped with weaponry such as spears and swords. They were forbidden to carry rifles in order to reduce the suspicion or at least the accusation of the Siamese that the Kedah soldiers were involved in this attack.

Unfortunately, the middle-aged swordsman boasted all day that he could work alone. He will defeat all the troops in the Siamese army building by himself. This of course irritates the warriors who feel that this one should follow the plan prepared by the Malay Kedah.

Now, feeling stupid and ridiculous, the warriors and warriors of Kedah were forced to keep silent to watch the copycat of the Thousand Mask walk towards the building of the Knight. Inevitably, they had to wait for what would happen. After all, counting, if the old man is able to be ganged by the Siamese soldiers in their own cage, they do not need to bother going out and show who they are. Let the Siamese accuse and guess who was behind the incident, and obviously, not the Malays of Kedah.

The God of Step Three stood a few spears in front of the gate of the Siamese court. Four guards armed with spears, swords and two rifles saw the presence of the unknown figure from a distance. The rudimentary moonlight illuminated his small body figure. When a moment later they finally saw the face of the figure covered in the Khon devil wood mask, their instincts were splashed, like a herd of antelopes looking at a tiger.

"Who are you! Shut up there, motherfucker!" shouted one of the Siamese soldiers who got their turn in guard duty in Siamese. He immediately raised his rifle. So did one guard who held a rifle. Two more had already prepared their spears and shields.

"I don't know what you're talking about, stupid," the God of Step Three slowly told himself.

With a single jolt, his small body shot out like a bullet, almost invisible. The guards' second shotgun was too slow for the lightning-quick movements of the unknown figure.

The God of Step Three buried his first fist into the ribs of the one gun holder, breaking some so that his fingers could not press the trigger. The body collapsed without sound.

In one fell swoop, the God of Step Three added a bit of power to the second fist, destroying the heart of the two gun holders, and, throw the enemy three steps back until he jerks back and falls dead.

The third step is completed with four moves. The back of the fist struck the jaw, followed by a straight fist breaking the throat of the third opponent. The fourth Siamese guard soldier did not expect that his kneecap would have to be cracked in a short but unusually loud kick from the figure. Not yet had he controlled himself from the pain that ambushed his body, the enemy's knees had already hit his chin and sent his body puffed back and fell to the earth unconscious. He was lucky to still be alive, while the rest of his comrades were either dead or at best dying.