The Javanese Land Swordsman
Guerrillas
“Although it has been used several times, I am still not familiar with this clothing,” said Bima while holding the collar.
“Sabarlah, you are also being made clothes to maximize your strength,” Laras said without turning his head.
“That's all distributes!” Hendra who was sitting on the side, offended Bima.
Bima also scrunched her face annoyed. However, for the moment he held her back.
“Hhaahh... By the way Laras..! Either my shadow alone or how, I feel that what you wear is men's clothing.”
“As you think, this is indeed men's clothing.. You really don't know the story of Baratayudha huh?” Barrel held his head and shook it.
“I just know-tau a little, hehe.”
Hendra just kept quiet to hear them talk.
Right now they were in the car and were heading to the place where the Demit was. It is said that what they are fighting will be different.
This time only four people carried out this mission; namely Bima, Hendra, Laras, and Irwan. Irwan is now the driver in front.
Krishna sent the three of them with the intention of giving them further experience. In other words, this is a real exercise.
Another reason why only four people were sent, it was because the demons they would fight were always stealthy. No one has ever seen his form, so the report goes.
It was also informed that among them there was one of the six Demit Sudra. His identity is unknown.
After arriving in a forest, the four of them got down from the car.
Being the oldest and most experienced, Irwan became their leader.
“Stay together and don't let your guard down!” said it.
They walked through the forest that seemed lonely. All they felt was a cold aura piercing into the bones.
It's a full moon tonight, but no light can enter because of the thick clouds.
Accompanied by the cold dew and wet leaves, they quietly moved and made as much as possible no sound.
The cold cloud crystallized to form a thin mist.
Their sight was obstructed, but they still tried to move quietly.
It did not feel like the fog was getting thicker and unconsciously they were conscious. Until then the four of them realized that they had been scattered.
There are two options they can make, yell or keep quiet. Everyone has their own risks.
If they shout maybe they can regroup, but the opponent will know the location of the person who shouted then attacked directly by the demit.
Whereas if they remain still, then the distance apart may be further away. At worst, there was a clash with the dedemit horde when alone.
But by the time they set foot on this ground, they were already fearless. So he decided to believe in his own abilities.
In place of Irwan the fog that enveloped around was thinning. He kept walking until the fog was completely gone.
“Seeing from your clothes, you must be one of the court dogs too right?”
“Who are you?” Irwan observed the direction the sound was coming from.
“Wadd.. Isn't that disrespectful? Talking to your boss in such a tone?”
Behind the darkness a man walked over. He wears royal clothes that are no stranger to Irwan.
“Say! Who are you exactly?” Irwan unsheathed his kris.
“Did if I said it, you could be more polite? I'm a person you should respect.!”
Irwan. He began to realize who he was fighting.The man in front of this must also be from the Yogyakarta Palace.
“... Your expression is. You're conscious, right? Haha... Yeah, like you think..! So, bow down to me! Prostrate before Prince Mangkudiningrat!” With arrogance the man looked down on Irwan.
“Then, I as your abd.. will save you from this torment!” Irwan put up his horses.
“Duh.. duh.. don't rush that, we should be one team.!”
“Are you the one called Sudra?”
“Hahaha... You just ignored me. So should I answer your question?”
“Already... clearly, I have to finish you!”
“Before that, try to fight first your abd friends!”
Several men in the same clothes as Irwan, appeared around Prince Mangkuningrat.
“You know? I've been generous to you. If I were him, I'd attack you before I even knew me.”.
“Dia..?”
“Hhmmpp... Soldier, attack him!”
The sring..!
....
“Woy! Don't keep disappearing! come face me!” Hendra attacked with an arrow, but the man he faced continued to disappear quickly.
“Aarrgghh wait! you brought someone else too? duh shoot.” At the same time, Hendra was hit from another direction.
“Damn... I'll kick you guys!”
Hendra tried to think calmly. He tried to feel the opponent who was around. Then-then
“Gwawahhh... I can not calm down, after all this is not my style..do not just attack them in all directions!?”
Keep shooting and shooting. In fact, some trees fell due to the attack. Hendra is currently dancing with fireworks.
“Haahh.. I'm a little dizzy.”
“Whether you are smart or stupid to attack the origin like that, but I am thankful you can defeat all my troops, what is your name young man?”
“Hendra, my name is Hendra.”
“Then Hendra..! L'm.. Papak Natapraja will be your opponent!” The man drew a sword.
“Don't say much.!” Hendra's got an arrow.
....
“How real is my enemy?”
Barrels take cover behind trees. He felt that he was being watched.
Jleeb..!
Almost Laras was hit by a spear. He looked at the spear carefully, then realized that it was like a sharpened bamboo.
...*It is impossible, my opponent is a hero?
...Calm your mind Laras! That's not impossible.
...If it's really a hero, it means he's a guerrilla, so I just need to guess the pattern of his attacks*.
Jleeb..! Jleeb..!
The spear managed to stab the Baras shirt. But dashingly Laras tore his clothes and ran.
He was looking for a place that might be a hideout. Whether it's mounds of land, shrubs, and trees. All he traced.
With a strong sense of taste, Laras attacks every demon that hides.
Bruug.. Slaassin..!
The barrel tried to avoid their long-range attacks. Although sometimes he managed to get scratched, but his spirit flames were no sign of dimming.
Over time more and more managed to kill Laras. Demit weapons are quite varied; such as Swords, spears, clurits and cleaver.
Then the sound of horses came. By the time Laras realized it, he was immediately struck by a horse.
He fell on the ground for a while, then got up and looked at the horse standing up.
The barrel sees a white horse. With complete attributes, the horse was ridden by someone.
The horseman is an old woman, armed with a spear and simple kejawen clothing.
Then Laras immediately knew who his opponent was, “Didn't you.?”.
“...” The grandmother even grinned.
Laras was stunned as he continued, “...National Hero, Nyi Ageng Serang.!?”
.....
At that time Bima was being beaten. Because there was a fast moving figure surrounding him. He bounced between the ground, rocks, and trees.
And at the same time, an attack from the other direction came. Because not alert, Bima was hit by the arrow.
Without a pause, he was instantly struck by that quick figure. Bima slammed and hit a tree.
Actually Bima could see the movement of the demit. But to avoid it, he won't have time. He could not yet match the speed of his opponent.
Jlloub..!
Arrows came to Bima. He ran and rolled away avoiding her. This is all he can do.
If this continues, of course it will be bad. But on the other hand, he could not tell where the enemy was. Bima did not feel any other demit except that fast figure.
He kept running around dodging the arrows while thinking about this situation.
Until then Bima knew something. The most suitable strategy would be to become the enemy. He remembered the term 'Pendem Fortress'
One of the surefire tactics used by the predecessors to fight the invaders.
Bima also looked for places of possibility. Continually being chased by that fast figure, he found their hiding place.
The demits hid by submerging their bodies under the soil overgrown with plants. One by one the place was dismantled by Bima.
“You are great, kisanak.!” the quick figure stopped in the air and appeared.
“Si-Who.. ka.u.?”
A man with a robe covering his legs. He also wears a headband whose cloth travels to the body.
“But unfortunately the kids have run out of power.!”
“Don't underestimate me fucking demit.!”
“Waduh.. children today are always excited and like to visit yes.”
“Tell me who are you!?”
“Alright.. since I confess you a little, I will say,” the man descended slowly to the ground.
“Thou.. right...!?”
“One of Sudra, I am Antawirya, maybe kisanak know me with Diponegoro.”