The Thousand Mask Warrior

Seeps

Arthit was the one who started it. Without cue, the Siamese swordsman lowered his head deeply, then stormed roaring for the spring. He ran sideways, then jumped short of attacking his menace.

No discussion, no conversation and no bargaining. The circumstances are clear, the battle is a way out, rather than he should be captured and submissive under these Caucasian forces.

Where does Arthit mumgkin like!

On the contrary, his complex feelings for the government's army could have been used as a reason to fight back.

Arthit kneels a gunman inside the squad.

His attack hit the chest of the rebellious bule jerked backwards.

Jaka Pasirluhur and Sasangka exchanged glances for a moment, both sharing the same language. Circumstances will runyam if they fight and kill the Pranggi troops. They will be accused against the state and will be sought. As a result, not only will warriors and interested groups be involved in the complexities of this feud, even the kingdom will take part.

However, on the other hand, surviving and following the will of the bule soldiers was just as bad. They will become prisoners and somehow fate.

Jaka Pasirluhur lowered his head, then took a quick step. Like a drunk man, he managed to evade the shot of a soldier and smeared the Pranggi bule rifle with his horse.

PRAK!

Bedil the bule warrior jerked to the side. This opportunity used Jaka Pasirluhur to give one low kick to the opponent's calf.

The line became chaotic when Pranggi bule soldiers who were attacked by Jaka Pasirluhur were pulled to the side.

Sasangka don't want to lose. He was moving forward at incredible speed. The third step makes the movement simple but appropriate. Especially in this seemingly unfavorable situation.

In one movement forward on a long line, Sasangka hit at once two bule soldiers using his shoulders, before the opponent managed to direct let alone shoot their beds towards Sasangka.

DAR!

DAR!

The gun explosion happened. The misty seeds shot into the air followed by smoke billowing. However, no target was hit. Even the shooters had to let their arms fall victim to it.

"That man was about to kill the bule soldiers!" jaka Pasirluhur.

This call is not without meaning.

The people who heard it understood what was going to happen.

These two alone are enough hassles trying to escape the ambush of the bull soldiers. At the same time they both have to be able to paralyze the opponent without killing them if they do not want to complicate things. Unfortunately again, the foreigners who suddenly challenged them to battle earlier even made their situation difficult to be helped. The lust of killing that person was too wild.

Jaka Pasirluhur brushed off the rifles aimed at him with kudhi. In two three moves, he also hit the legs and thighs of a bule soldier with the back of the kudhi that is not sharp so that he dropped it without cuts or sabet wounds.

On the other hand, Arthit had already disbanded the ranks of the troops. The attacks are too deadly. He kneels the inner thighs of a Pranggi bule soldier, then jumps ready to break his head.

Sasangka knew that Arthit's attack could result in a definite death for the soldiers who were not equipped with this kanuragan science.

Sasangka then ran fast and hit Arthit's body from the side.

Both of them rolled on the ground as a result. However, the Pranggi bule soldier was spared from misfortune.

"Sat! Why are you preventing me!" arthit said in a language unknown to Sasangka.

Despite having enough sailing experience, Sasangka may only hear two words in Siamese. And what Arthit said was not well known.

DAR!

Another shot sounded.

Arthit and Sasangka squared, rolling forward and sideways.

The two looked at each other not knowing where the shot was going and where the shot was coming from.

Sasangka saw blood seeping from the wound on his shoulder.