BLOODLETTING
Memories

On the island, Jajang seems to be preparing with some people who help him, if he joins the Kejora great kemunhkinan Kejora will be overtaken by the invaders and rescue will fail.

"Yes I agree with your plans Jang!" exclaimed a burly man who listened to every speech Jajang.

"What about the others?" jajang asked, looking at all the people there, everyone nodded in agreement, they broke up to carry out the attack plan.

They settled among the trees watching the situation, and some entered the scattered but interconnected basement, sure enough shots were fired at the entire island from the barrage of calf fences that were crashing.

But the resistance of the natives is undaunted, although they have not launched their actions but seeing the ferocity of the invaders does not make them afraid or daunted.

The invaders were increasingly confused because no sound was heard from the countryside, which seemed very quiet.

"Check!" said one of the leaders of the front ranks of the invaders against his guards.

Some of the colonial guards obeyed their superiors and pushed into the settlement, residents who were waiting on the tree and then finished them quickly without a sound, the clots in their mouths made them shut up as their lives drifted.

The invaders have been waiting for a long time for the messenger sent to the settlement that has not returned to be increasingly vigilant, he said, but it turned out that it was deliberately done by villagers in because the residents were stalling for time to attack.

"Damn!" said the man who had a pale white skin named Filsen.

"Quick! Attack them!" filsen said with his brother, the invaders in the front row finally pushed into the residential area, but unfortunately they did not find anything, they did not find anything, only the breeze sounded very silent with the soft sound of the leaves.

"Wait!" Filsen stared at so many footprints leading up to the mountain range that it had seen not long ago.

"You're running away from me, minpi!" he said the man ran with his guards following the footprints.

But the earth arrived that they shook and the land collapsed all the invading soldiers on it into a trap that had been greeted with sharp-wielding bamboo spikes.

The man named Filsen turned to look at his guards who had been killed almost one-third of his bodyguards dead, annoyance made him dark in the eyes and burned the houses until the fire soared into a dark night, the flammable dry straw was washed away by the red whiz.

And when the fire soared Filsen's eyes were wide open when he saw a large ship that was ready to sail. Jajang who had realized a danger that would befall the innocent weaklings then gave a signal to attack.

Some arrows came out from the sidelines of the bamboo forest that is not far from where the invaders are they are increasingly vigilant, he said, but because of the agility of the villagers they could not be stopped until finally the bullet violently destroyed the bamboo tree and heard the sound of people complaining.

But when they were about to examine their surroundings they found not a single drop of blood and an injured person. The invaders turned in fear but were seen above the genung of people from the back row with their more sophisticated weapons weapons made them undaunted.

Again a whistle was heard in the middle of the village and an incalculable amount of archery led up the mountain and the invaders he had climbed the mountain without protection were shocked and ran indeterminate.

The death toll fell from the invaders until the blood painted the green mountain to red, in the valley was the charcoal of destruction, the rubble of ash and fire that began to run out showed its shape.

In the basement of Jajang and Pak Sukri had prepared to flee with the villagers, two villagers who were archers were seriously injured by the Israeli fire.

The beautiful land with a white sand beach called Pangandaran was destroyed and charred overnight.

Two injured residents were taken by four residents on stretchers, following a dark hallway before them, a sense of tightness felt by them due to lack of oxygen, but that did not stop their steps.

They arrived where a different scene was seen, before they had destroyed the mound above them to stop the invaders from following them, afraid they found the underground passageway.

Now the waters flowed in front of them with the eyes of the day already shining brightly, the whistling of birds alternately greeted them with a burst of flowers filling their noses.

"We're here!" said Jajang out of a waterfall that looks beautiful in view. That's where he and Sani used to study and spend time together.

"What's? Where's us? How do we get out of this place?" ask a man who looks sad with a loud voice.

"This is where my wife and I spend time together, and this is how to get out!", Jajang lunged at the flowing water until his body immediately flew away from the sight of the villagers and fell under the flowing water.

Residents were shocked but their shock stopped when Jajang showed himself back from behind the waterfall.

"Come on!" Jajang grabs the injured man's body and takes him out in the follow-up by Pak Sukri, and Surwa.

Pak Sukri was very surprised when he arrived at the place where Jajang meant that he usually trained Jajang and Sani, there also memories of his good memories walking together. The trajectory of the shadow of beauty is seen in the upuk eyes of the shadow of Sani running and laughing with her brother who has died, and the, the memory of the wife who had left him and his affliction with Jajang and Sani while training flashed before his eyes.

Tears running down his cheeks, though, his sadness broke out when he did not expect to return to the place full of memories because the previous village was destroyed and the distance of the new village with the place was very far but through the hallway they could less than half a night.

Pak Sukri's heart warmed up to feel soft sighs that brushed filled his chest increasingly making him miss the figure of the figure who had left him, they are people he loved very much.

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