The Metaverse World
Kangsa Takon Father Part 15
On the southern outskirts where the sun shines, there is not the slightest hint of greenery. The body covered the entire field covered in blood. Flocks of vultures flew into the field, tracing the smell of blood the body emitted. They circled in the air for a long time and refused to leave.
Facing hell before them, many players were still accustomed to the peaceful environment of reality. So they quickly retreated to the rear of the army and started vomiting.
It was a game mistake. The realistic setting of the game is too bloody. The internal organs, intestines, and brain littered around the field, luring swarms of flies.
Perhaps, all of this was just an unexpected ravenous feast for the animals in the wilderness.
Patih Jayakalana stood with his golden chariot. He did not care much about this bloody scene in front of him. In fact, he seemed very excited.
Heru Cokro rode his barong and headed towards the golden carriage. He came down and saluted. Then, he asked, “Patih, the leaders of the enemy are still not dead. I asked your permission to chase them down and cut them down for good?”
Patih Jayakalana had the same intention. He also understood that if one wanted to get rid of the wild grass, they would also have to pluck up the roots. However, with only his army made up of infantry, there was no way they could catch up to the fleeing enemy. He was happy that Heru Cokro would volunteer.
"Izin given, and kill them all!” Patih Jayakalana said firmly.
"Your wish is my command." After receiving the order, Heru Cokro climbed into his barong and went to Wirama. Together, they set out with the cavalry and overtook the enemy who managed to escape.
The other players could only watch as the Javanese cavalry of Dwipa moved far away. And envy was clearly painted on their faces. They knew that there were so many battle contribution points waiting for Heru Cokro and his cavalry to be harvested. Those who managed to escape did not only include Jaka Slewah and Patih Suratimantra. There were also the rulers who were worth a lot of battle contribution points. However, they could only blame the fact that their horses were not as good as the barongs of Heru Cokro and his cavalry.
They tracked down the abandoned wheelbarrow. Heru Cokro and the 1,700 surviving cavalry tracked them all the way south. They were very determined to kill or capture the main leaders of the Kingdom of Guagra in a single attempt.
Jaka Slewah and Patih Suratimantra did not even have the slightest hint that the enemy would have a barong-like mount that had incredible speed and mobility. Barong could chase and even run faster than them. However, they did not know of this, so they did not even bother to cover their tracks.
By midday, the fleeing enemy chariots were already in the vicinity of Heru Cokro and his army.
Heru Cokro suddenly raised his hand to signal for everything to stop. When he gestured for them to disembark, their cavalry that was still speeding at high speed suddenly stopped. It was like they were pressing hard on the car brakes. Their movements are unified and flawless.
"Mahesa Boma!" Heru Cokro called out to his elite guard captain.
Mahesa Boma who always followed behind Heru Cokro immediately went up ahead and said, "Open, what are your orders?"
"Cabin."
The always cool captain now put on a confused face. He did not know what his master was trying to do anymore. Heru Cokro whispered something to Mahesa Boma. For a moment, Mahesa Boma showed a surprised expression, but she immediately returned to her usual cold expression. Although his face changed slightly, no one saw anything. Therefore, none of them knew what task their master had given him.
Mahesa Boma returned to his position and beckoned the elite guards. Then, he said, "Elite bodyguards, come with me!" Then, they headed for the small road on the side.
"Ready man!" the elite guard. They quickly followed their captain without any unnecessary thoughts.
As the head of all Javanese Dwipa's forces, Heru Cokro's orders will always be kept as confidential information at all times.
"Continue moving. Remember, I want Jaka Slewah and Patih Suratimantra alive. Catch them and make sure not to hurt them, ”Heru Cokro specifically reminded his cavalry, as he was worried that they would injure Jaka Slewah and Patih Suratimantra carelessly.
"Ready man!"
After waiting for a while, the army moved forward to chase after the fleeing enemy in front.
The sound of horses galloping like the rumbling of thunder. It reminded Jaka Slewah of his pursuers. Jaka Slewah who was now frightened turned his head. What appeared before him was wave after wave of ferocious cavalry advancing towards them with overwhelming force and speed.
The armor of Krewaja in each cavalry was so clearly visible, as they shone brightly in the sun.
The golden radiance reflected from Krewaja's armor was too iconic. Therefore, Jaka Slewah realized that this cavalry was an army that mercilessly massacred his troops. In their eyes, these cavalry were the shadows of war speeding under the fog of war. These cavalry would cut and stomp their enemies under their iron hooves.
"To the end, the gods still want me to die miserable!" Jaka Slewah wailed.
Right after the lament of Jaka Slewah, a torrential rain of arrows was relentlessly moving towards them at high speed.
Each carriage had two or four horses pulling it.
Each carriage carried three soldiers standing in a horizontal line.
The soldiers standing on the left act as archers, also known as chariot heads. To the right was the spear, his main priority was to slash the enemy with his spear and clear all obstacles blocking the carriage. As for the coachman standing in the middle, he only carried a short sword for self-defense.
The cavalry pointed a rain of arrows at the archers and charioteers. Their goal is to shoot down and disable threats that will prevent retaliatory fire and stop the train. Of course, this really requires excellent archery skills.
As expected, the archers who were on the carriage tried to retaliate. However, their firing range was quite joking when compared to the firing range of the cavalry equipped with composite arcs. So their arrows fell before they could hit one of the enemy cavalry.
"Stop now or die!" Wirama shouted loudly under the direction of Heru Cokro.
When he heard this, it seemed like Patih Suratimantra had suddenly become older. He felt like he had become a weak old man. These players always do things beyond his expectations. He was indeed intelligent and wise, but the amount of information the parties had was completely different. The existence of his opponents was beyond the comprehension of this era. Although he had tactics and tricks up his sleeve, he could not do much.
“Sluxury, we have to stop. We cannot escape anymore,” Patih Suratimantra said bitterly.
Jaka Slewah remained silent, but he signaled for his troops to stop.