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Operation Obong - Obong Part 2
The guards did not pay much attention to the herd, as they rode on the corpses. They drew out their Luwuk Majapahit Swords and slashed at the corpses to make sure there was no way out. After which, they took out the pre-prepared shovel from the backpack and dug a large hole to bury the corpse. Then, they covered the dead man with a layer of weeds as a simple disguise.
When night fell, the relatives of the dead herders became aware that they were missing and not coming home. Coupled with the time it took to search for them, it was estimated that it would take a day or two before they could find the ground where the corpses were buried. Even so, it was nothing more than an incident identified as a robber attack that could not attract the attention of tribal leaders.
This is just a small incident that happened on the road. The same thing happened in the four cavalry units. The Bureau of Military Affairs has formulated these handling measures in advance, and they have provided detailed explanations to each soldier. This is the function and value of the Bureau of Military Affairs. They were responsible for the development of highly detailed war plans, as well as various small details that had been taken into account as far as possible.
At night, the team stopped again. Tomorrow, they will enter the territory of the Pangkah Tribe. Camp Pangkah Wetan is located on the eastern edge of the Pangkah Tribe, which is a full 50 kilometers from Sher tent next to Lake Banyuwangi.
After they entered the Pangkah Tribe region, the number of herders around the region increased. Occasionally, they would meet with tribal warriors patrolling the border. At times like this, they would try to avoid it, but if a fight was unavoidable, they could only eliminate the soldiers.
However, when night falls, and the patrol of Pangkah Wetan returns to their base, they will realize that their fellow soldiers are missing. That will sound their alarm. But this was not something Heru Cokro could control. It was unavoidable, as it was not easy for the troops to sneak into their enemy's inland territory.
At three in the afternoon, the cavalry unit stopped 10 kilometers from Pangkah Wetan camp because there was the core area of the camp. Moving to the camp carelessly during the day is tantamount to suicide.
To hide their whereabouts, they again spread out and hid in the homes of the herders. As for the original owners of the herding house, their fate had been determined. Just like monsters, the two thousand troops were secretly lurking outside the Pangkah Wetan camp, as they were eyeing their prey.
In the evening, after officers at the Pangkah Wetan camp routinely counted patrols, they noticed that some of the soldiers on duty patrolling the border had not returned in time.
The abnormal situation was immediately reported to the captain, and the captain again reported to the commander of the Baswara camp. After hearing the report from the captain, Baswara frowned and asked, “Have you sent someone to check it out?”
“General, I have sent a hundred men to the border to investigate. I feel the situation is a bit strange. That's why I specifically came to report.” The captain is not negligent.
The region had not experienced war for many years, and this kind of thing was rare.
Thinking of the advice of Sher, Baswara did not dare to take the matter lightly.
“Give me my orders. Tonight, the camp will remain vigilant, and we will increase the patrols on duty.” Baswara decided to take careful action.
For some unknown reason, he felt a little uneasy during these two days. It was as if a vicious ferocious beast was eyeing him in the darkness, yet he still could not see any trace of the beast. This made Baswara very agitated, and the disappearance of the patrolmen further exacerbated this uneasy feeling. However, in front of his subordinates, Baswara had to remain as calm as ever.
"Understood!"
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At six o'clock in the afternoon, Latif, disguised as a herder, opened the tent and entered. Then, he respectfully said, "Paduka, as expected, the camp has been alerted."
Heru Cokro nodded. The enemy's reaction did not go beyond his speculation.
According to the report, Commander Baswara is not an easy person to deal with, “Tell all units that tonight we will act as planned.”
"Understood!"
At seven o'clock in the night, Heru Cokro came out of the tent and rode Tetsu. He made the most of the night, and under Latif's guidance, Heru Cokro visited the units one by one. Every time he reached the unit camp, Heru Cokro would take out a barrel of alchemy fire oil from the storage bag and hand it over to the soldiers.
In the starry night sky and the cool monsoon wind blew the waves of green grass. Under the starlight, the cavalry came out of the tent one by one, as they carried barrels filled with oil and tied them in horse saddle bags. This saddle bag has been specially modified, so that each side of the saddle can contain two barrels of alchemy fire oil.
The Javanese cavalry of Dwipa rode their horses. Step by step, they began to sneak into the camp.
When the cavalry departed, it was already around 9 to 10 p.m. Dark night, and tall weeds. Even with the help of the dim starlight, it was difficult to distinguish between the silhouettes of humans and other objects.
When the investigation team returned with nothing, camp commander Pangkah Wetan ordered martial law again. The patrol soldiers had already twice received instructions from the commander asking them to increase their vigilance. However, throughout the night, even the ghostly shadows could not be seen, so they could not help but relax and lie down. One by one, they yawned from boredom.
There has been no war in recent years. The Pangkah tribe claimed itself as the king of the savannah, so the soldiers became lazy. They consider the disappearance during the day to be nothing more than an accident.
Maybe the missing patrol sneaked into a girl's tent and stayed there. The patrons chatted and talked to pass the time.
“Hey, do you think the commander is being too careful? Only a few patrols were missing, yet he made a huge commotion. Seizing our nights and making us suffer from cold,” complained a soldier.
“Brat, don't you dare say bad things about the commander. You want to die?" The soldier leading the team rebuked. Baswara had high prestige within the camp, so one had to be careful when talking about it.
The soldier also knew that his words were impulsive, and he had said something wrong. Fortunately, the soldier was his good friend, so he laughed and said, “Leader, I know. I'm guilty, so please don't report me.”
The military rules of the savannah are harsh and cruel. If anyone takes this matter seriously, then that soldier will not end well. At least, he'll be whipped.
"Don't worry!"