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The House of Takon Father Part 14
Roberto looked at the fleeing troops and sighed. He actually lost to Jendra again at Kangsa Takon Papa. Wijiono Manto and the others did not even have the chance to participate in this final battle.
"What should we do now?" tanya Luhut Panjaitan's.
Roberto looked around. He could only mobilize the strength of less than 500 people. It's obviously impossible to make a difference at all. Moreover, they had lost all their cavalry. It was impossible even if they wanted to retreat with Jaka Slewah. The only option left was to escape and hide in the wilderness, just like the other players.
Roberto smiled bitterly and said, “What can we do now? There's nothing we can do. We can only escape and hide!”
The remaining 500 guards surrounded Jaka Slewah and quickly retreated. the remaining 20,000 soldiers remained to secure the safe retreat of their king. They bravely took over the guard line and stood up against the shield sword warriors led by General Giri.
The 20,000 returnees have been preparing not to return to their own countries and families. Their only mission now was to give their king more time so that he could escape safely. They're fucking crazy! If they were stabbed, they would hold back the enemy and provide an opportunity for their brother. That's a tragedy. Due to their madness, they managed to hold off the troops led by Giri.
However, Giri is also amazing. Excited by the sea of blood on the battlefield, he killed a soldier with just a swing and shouted, “Don't let anyone live. Kill them all and catch Jaka Slewah! Death to those who stand in my way!”
"Kill! Kill it! Kill it!" the heavy infantry roared, as if it could pierce through the sky.
Even the craziest radishes cannot use a kitchen knife. Once the soldiers interrupted their movements, the heavy infantry would simply swing their swords and cut off the enemy's limbs. Then, they would kick them or swing their shields to deliver a crushing blow to smash the enemy's head.
The 20,000 soldiers left behind to cover their king's escape, died one by one. Their ranks declined rapidly, and were peeled off layer by layer. The scene was horrible and bloody. The sacrifice of their brothers did not frighten them but instead made them even more insane.
As Jaka Slewah retreated, Patih Suratimantra could only cry when he heard the dying roar of his soldiers. These are all his soldiers, his people, and his children. The enemies mercilessly slaughtered them, and their king could do nothing but watch them die.
Jaka Slewah looked back and looked at Patih Jayakalana who was watching the battlefield with his golden chariot. Then, Jaka Slewah said fiercely, "Patih Jayakalana, I swear to God that I will kill you for what you have done today and in the past!" He carried a deeper hatred within him, as he rejoined the War Train Division.
As of now, the crossbow archers in the back had not stopped their attacks at all. Therefore, the arrows were still raining down on their retreat lane. So many soldiers died on the way because of this.
At this moment, their comrades could no longer pay attention to those wounded in the war. They could only let them lying on the ground helplessly cry and ask for help. They must pretend not to hear their cries.
Bodies had filled the trenches on the southern outskirts, and blood was flowing everywhere on the ground surface. The cruelest part was that these bodies had become the best stepping stones for the retreat of the remaining warriors. At least they do not need to waste extra energy just to cross the trenches. Every second and every minute is very important at this moment, because a little time it can affect the life and death of every soldier.
Even when Jaka Slewah retreated, he could only wail, this powerful “Busur shattered my dreams!” By the time they joined the train in the back, 1,500 people had been reduced to just under 1,000.
Heru Cokro did not plan to stop at this point. Prabu Wrehadrata has appointed him commander-in-chief. While the rear gave the order to capture Jaka Slewah and Patih Suratimantra, he ordered his own cavalry to help the heavy infantry, to quickly annihilate any enemies that were still fighting.
“Capture Jaka Slewah! Catch Patih Suratimantra!”
The army advanced and launched an attack, while shouting this slogan.
The Cavalry Division was the first to act. The Cavalry Division suffered little or no losses at all. They attacked and suddenly turned to the left, penetrating the main enemy camp under the command of the generals Gajayana, Danang Sutawijaya, and Wirama.
In fact, if the cavalry managed to plunge into the back of the current enemy, they would get a very great chance to destroy 300 carriages. They could even arrest Patih Suratimantra. However, destroying all the carriages would be akin to shattering their last glimmer of hope of retreat. With their last hope shattered, they would know that they had no hope of survival. Destroying the carriage would cause the enemy to fight with all that was left until they were all dead which would cause unnecessary damage.
Not only that, Heru Cokro also wanted benefits for himself. If he let Jaka Slewah escape now, only the Javanese calvary Dwipa would chase them. As a result, the reward for killing Jaka Slewah would definitely fall into his hands and not a lucky player.
In addition, Heru Cokro also hoped to reduce losses among his infantry troops. These enemy infantry had lost their minds, so they could still deal a fatal blow to the Heru Cokro infantry.
The reinforcements from the cavalry actually forced Guagra's forces to a stalemate. The cavalry and infantry worked together and attacked the enemy from the front and rear. Then, they began their slaughter.
At this moment, the crossbow archers finally stopped their rain of arrows. Continuous and high-intensity shots resulted in the weak civilians nearly collapsing. Even the 5,000 crossbow archers were exhausted.
They have played a major role in today's win.
After they killed Guagra's remaining forces, Jaka Slewah, along with Patih Suratimantra and other rulers, had escaped by chariot.
Now, the voices on the battlefield had suddenly died down, and only a few wounded soldiers would occasionally let out groans.
No one realizes when the drizzle stops. The dark clouds disappeared, and the sun shone on the earth again, bringing warmth to all the survivors.