Alma3 Demon Queen
Akarmani 18: Curious Commander of Galagap

*Fire in Jintamani Kingdom (Akarmani)*

One thousand two hundred and thirty-seven soldiers who are now troops under the leadership of the Commander of the Goddess aka Alma Fatara Dewi Dua Gigi.

They still have a lot of logistics. There was a lot of food and excess for that army alone. Many of the equipment is needed by troops in times of rest or outside the war.

Perhaps because he liked the model of Pajrit Steamed Asmara, Alma Fatara assigned the head of the soldier to be a messenger messenger messenger.

“Cube!” call Alma at the time of the evening, when he and his new troops are ready to leave for the Capital.

“Siaaap, Commander of the Goddess!” pekik Pajrit Steamed Asmara who immediately dayu in front.

“Hahaha!” alma Fatara's short laughter heard the peculiarity.

“Go meet the leader of the duchy in front of the Capital fortress. Deliver the news that Commander-in-Chief's forces are on their way to the Capital!” the Alma Fatara Order.

“Siaaap, Commander!” pekik Pajrit Steamed Asmara still shrill and sedaying.

“If anyone comes and kills you, call Ning Ana!” by name ning Ana said that she always stood near Alma Fatara.

This time Steamed Asmara did not reply, as she was at a loss to translate the intent of Ning Ana's talk.

“For what to say your name?” it was Alma who asked Ning Ana.

“For if he is killed can remember my beautiful face. So she can die happy,” Ning Ana replied loudly.

“Hahaha!” the Laughter of Alma Fatara.

“Siaaap!” pekik Pajrit Steamed Asmara.

“Hahahak!” the screeches of the soldier's head actually made Alma increasingly scattered. Then he said after his laughter subsided, “Already, go. Don't forget to bring a torch so you look dashing!”

“Ready, Commander!” answer Steamed Amara with a heavy and thunderous voice, like the voice of a real man. After that he turned around to carry out the task.

“Hahaha!” Alma Fatara was still laughing while holding her stomach. The voice of the real man Steamed Asmara managed to surprise him so that his laughter was sustained.

After Pajrit Steamed Asmara went on horseback and carried a torch, Alma Fatara came to Panglima Pulung Seket.

“Uncle Commander, have all the soldiers been wearing rope marks on his head?” ask Alma Fatara.

“Already, Commander Dewi,” replied Panglima Pulung Seket who at that time tied his head with a rope that was not so big. It was a sign as a differentiator with the forces of the Jintamani Kingdom pro Senopati Gending Suro.

“Have everyone eaten?” ask Alma again.

“Already, Commander Dewi,” replied Commander Pulung Seket.

“Did Uncle eat?”

“Two times, Commander Dewi.”

“Good. A commander must have twice the power of his army. Hahaha!”

Alma Fatara then went on her horse. Commander Pulung Seket, Ning Ana, Magar Kepang and Garam Sakti immediately followed the horse ride. For safety's sake, Ning Ana was one horse with the Salt Sakti.

Ning Ana could actually ride, but the horse she often rode on was her favorite goat.

The lack of horses made the leaders wear horse-drawn carts of supplies.

The troops are already marching with lots of torches lit. One torch applies to two people. So, even though the natural conditions are dark, they still look so crowded and bright.

“Jintamani Free Squad, berangkaat!” pekik Panglima Pulung Seket loudly.

“Entertainment siaap!” every soldier's head shouted welcoming the call.

And so, the army of two hundred and thirty-seven men began to move regularly on foot following the horses of the leaders who walked normally.

Meanwhile, elsewhere, Handheld Husk again sent an envoy to the forces led by Duke Lalang Lengir.

When approaching the ambush position of Duke Lalang Lengir's troops, the messenger passed by several horses without a rider. It was a bit of a horse that had blurred back. With that, the envoy could guess what was going on ahead there.

So, when approaching the point of chaos that there are many corpses on the streets, the messenger took the initiative so as not to fall victim to the wrong people.

“Jintamani Free Team! Envoy of the Jintamani Free Squad!” shouted the messenger soldier while raising his torch high and moving it to the right and to the left.

The messenger soldier repeatedly shouted. Until finally there are some soldiers who appear to confront his horse.

“I am the envoy of the Jintamani Free Squad! I was sent a Heavy Stick Swordsman!” the messenger cried out in panic, worried that an arrow had been lodged in his neck.

Rush the messenger soldier to turn off his torch. Then the place was completely dark again.

Meanwhile, Commander Galagap was struck by curiosity towards the enemy troops who did not appear. He believed that the enemy forces were still there but hid themselves. However, he needed evidence to strengthen his beliefs.

“Throw!” command of Commander of Galagap.

Dag dag!

Three simple throwing machines threw three small wooden barrel far in front of the fort.

Brak! Brak! Brak!

The three wooden barrel smashed into the ground in the darkness.

“Stupid!” maki Commander Galagap to himself. He was only aware of his stupidity, but he still ordered his soldiers to release the fire arrows, “His oil field!”

“We can't see where the barrel fell, Gusti,” said the puzzled arrow soldier.

“In the latest. C'mon arrow!” commander of Galagap's order not to be blamed.

Set set set!

So, after burning the arrows that had been installed in the locust arrow machine, the soldiers immediately released the fire arrows.

However, the fire arrows were stuck in the dry land. None of them managed to hit the broken oil.

“Throw his barrel to the fire point!” command Commander Galagap again, find a solution.

Dak dak dak!

Then three barrels filled with oil were again thrown with targets falling on the fire points.

Meanwhile, from afar, from a dark place, Duke Lalang Lengir's Jintamani Liberator Force monitored what the Capital Security Force was doing.

Braks! Braks! Braks!

Apparently the throwing of the soldier throwing a barrel of oil sharpshoot as well. The falling drum broke out around the fire points. A huge fire was instantly created at three points. However, it was too small to provide illumination for the vast empty area in front of the fortress.

“Throw!” command of Commander of Galagap. He needed more oil barrels to create a sea of fire.

So the soldiers threw oil barrels three-by-three.

Finally, a sea of fire was created that was wide enough, which extended wide. However, until the fortress army spent thirty barrel to make a great sea of fire, but the light has not been able to reach the existence of a single enemy soldier.

Indeed, the position of the Jintamani Liberating Force was too far away to be reached by the light of the flames.

“Already, waste oil only!” rutuk Panglima Galagap upset.

He then turned to go towards the stairs. The soldiers looked at each other.

Not long after ....

“Who is presumptuous to eat my porridge?!” commander Galagap shouted. He was so angry when he saw that the bowl of porridge had run out.

Shaking fear the heads of the soldiers who became friends to eat the commander. However, they were both pointing to the one person whose face was the palest and whose hanky was the most trembling. Just this time they saw the angry commander.

Pajrit named Kerismon was not there before when the pajrit eat red bean porridge with the commander. When he came and saw there was idle porridge on the table, without asking again he immediately brushed while actively telling about his wife who wanted to give birth, even though his age was still less than one month and five days.

“Kerismoooon!” shouted Commander Galagap with a dark red face and glared like a man choking on mango seeds.

“Hamba, Gusti Panglima,” sahut Pajrit Kerismon with clear vibrating voice.

“Why did you eat my porridge, huh?!”

“Anu, Gusti. Servant only ... just want a lucky splash from Gusti Panglima,” replied Pajrit Kerismon who turned his brain way when he was afraid.

“What do you mean?” the commander asked still snapped, but his tone dropped two octaves.

“The Commander-in-Chief all this time is the person I always adore. So, I ate the porridge so that later I could get luck and a splash of good fortune to become a commander. Yaaa, at least be a bodyguard of the commander,” replied Pajrit Kerismon.

“Oooh as it is. Yes, I'm sorry. As the punishment, get me two bowls of warm red bean porridge,” Commander Galagap said in a soft tone.

“Si-si-ready, Gusti Commander!” pajrit Kerismon said with a smile. So happy, he stuttered. (BH)