The Thousand Mask Warrior

Boats-Boats

The cries of command were scattered on the lancan that this Lan Xang person had commanded. Small cannons similar to cetbangs and slightly larger ones were instantly prepared. Likewise, some of the rifles that have been held by the crew of the Cambodian people just fired.

"Vietary and Champa Network Robbery! Dozens of boats were already approaching in front. There's more behind the trees on the river side!" shouted the warrior leader on the boat.

The unarmed traders and passengers of the ship went straight into the hull for protection, while those who felt able to stay on deck were ready to fight. They pulled out swords and daggers.

The ship's paddles are slowed. Even the rowers were ordered to pull in their oars.

"Damn! Do you want those people in this ship? They usually only deal with Han Chinese who are enemies as well as their biggest influence," exclaimed a retainer of the ship's soldiers with a huff. "Number is not kidding. What do they want from this ship? I'm sure we're carrying something valuable to them" he continued.

"Don't think about it! Just think about how to survive their attacks and kill as many people as possible Da Viet," retorted one of his comrades. Both speak Lan Xang.

The people who heard this conversation did not understand what was being discussed. But from their tone of voice and gestures, he had expected that the war would happen in the near future and maybe this situation was so bad for them because they faced a strong enemy.

Sasangka felt his luggage bag, prepared a simple cloth that is useful as a mouth cover or mask and three wedhungnya, then stood up and put the bamboo roof of wine on the edge of the ship. Before long, between the rush and excitement on the deck of the ship, the swordsman quickly put on his mouth cover and immediately slipped into the front deck of the ship.

On the other hand, Jaka Pasirluhur saw that the traders and passengers of the ship who were able to fight had prepared with their weapons at the stern of the ship, he did not delay anymore. Kudhi came back out of his luggage bundle. Not forgetting quickly he was wearing his Penthul Tembem mask.

The ship that was captained by the Lan Xan people continued to accelerate on the river water, passing the boats of the pirates of Daet Viet who had been ready with their weapons but had not attacked at all.

"Why is there no sign of these pirates attacking other ships before, when their numbers were more than enough to attack any ship and destroy it. They also did not see the possibility of attacking the ship boarded Jayaseta entourage. Why this ship?" inner Sasangka.

His short-sighted instinct is not wrong at all. Indeed, the ship he was riding was the main target. To make sure he was killed, the God of Step Three even requested that the attack on the ship be done with multiple forces.

The pirates are still preparing on the boat. The spears were already designed with bright shining eyes reflecting the light of the sun. The skin of the pirates was shined by sweat and splashes of river water.

"Others you waiting for?" sasangka in my heart. Both hands have grasped three wedhung sticks, two of which are attached to the handle.

In readiness it suddenly sounded the echo of the cries of the pirates. The spirit of war was released into the air.

Dozens of boats were in front, dozens more on the side and dozens more behind. Dozens more are still preparing on the banks of the river.

Apparently this was their plan, the pirates. It was a siege, rather than attacking directly from the front.

The boats were fast approaching towards Lan Xang's ship. Two three spears were thrown onto the deck. This is a clear sign that the war has begun.

The shouts of orders from the captain of Lan Xang were followed by the eruption of the cetbang cannon from the front and the stern of the ship. White smoke rises into the sky with fragments of wood from the boats of the pirates and the lives that follow drift.