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The Grassland Alliance Invasion Part 3
Vishnu second year, second month, seventh day, 1st division arrived in Java Dwipa.
Based on the composition of the commander group, division 1 is responsible for the defense of Dwipa Java Region, the city protection division is responsible for Batih Ageng area, while division 2 is responsible for the defense of Kebonagung. Region City.
The next day, the prairie unit arrived outside Java Dwipa. The first group had 15 thousand cavalry, and they were led by the deputy general Baswara.
The army decided to set up camp in the northern camp of the original city, and the camp they set up was right across the Batih Ageng Region, right across the river.
After the first group, Tipukhris' main army arrived in the afternoon.
Alliance army tent.
Tipukhris is a strange 30-year-old male. He has thick eyebrows and big eyes. His hair was tied into 5-6 braids, like a typical male mongol.
Tipukhris sat in the leading seat, and below him were the important leaders of the alliance. Besides Baswara, the remaining seven generals each represent one tribe.
The meeting of the prairie army was always decided by one person.
Tipukhris looked around and said, “In tomorrow's battle, our main goal is to seize the city's river of protection. Who wants to be the vanguard and help unlock victory for us?”
Baswara immediately stood up and said loudly, “Commander, I'm ready!” The other general, seeing that Baswara was willing, said nothing.
Seeing that, Tipukhris frowned; he deliberately said, "OK good, the vanguard should also be a good fighter of our Step Tribe, I agree!"
As he said those words, the other seven generals were displeased and asked to lead them to war.
"I'm ready!"
“Yes, commander. Issues such as being a vanguard should be left to our Golokan Tribe!”
"Commander, the Sidayu Tribe is ready!"
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"Good!" Tipukhris laughs. “Because that's the case, Hudabay and Sukri will lead 10 thousand people as vanguard to seize the city's river of protection.
Hudabay was from the Golokan tribe and Sukri was from the Sidayu tribe.
"Thank you, commander!" Both excited.
"Commander!" Baswara looked a little anxious.
Tipukhris waved at him and did not let him continue. “It's been resolved, so we'll continue.”
Baswara returned to his seat in anger.
Seeing that, Hudabay and Sukri were getting excited.
After discussion, all the generals returned, leaving only Baswara.
Seeing Baswara retreat and saying something, Tipukhris regained his composure.
"If you have any doubts, just say it."
"Commander, why don't you let me take the lead?" Baswara was unhappy.
Tipukhris's face showed that she was expecting it and asked Baswara to calm down. “Do you not know my purpose of starting his war?”
"Destination? Wasn't it for revenge and to destroy Java Dwipa?” Baswara did not understand.
"Investigator, investigator!" Tipukhris raised her voice. “War is not a children's game, and our brothers are not tools of revenge.”
After being scolded by Tipukhris, Baswara's face flushed red. "Commander, please dispel my doubts."
“Baswara, hatred not only blinds your eyes, but also blinds your head. You weren't so rash last time.” Tipukhris did not care about Lakshen's face and continued, “Destroying Java Dwipa is the most obvious destination. Most importantly, I want to use this war to establish our position in the meadow.”
Baswara was surprised and understood.
“Position sir, depends on what? Militaries. Only by destroying the others can we tame them, whereas the others are simply fake. Tomorrow's war will take a lot of casualties. Your people are all the elites of our tribe, so how can we send them to fight?”
"Genius commander!"
Tipukhris's face relaxed once again. “Oke, now rest. We will have many difficult battles for you to follow. Remember that our conversation only ended between the two of us.”
"Understood!"
"Go now!" Tipukhris waved his hand, picked up the book on his desk, and began to read.
As Baswara left the tent, his face was deathly pale. He felt that in the tent sat a beast, like a wolf in sheep's clothing.
On February 9, the sun rose, and the ground had become completely red.
The seasonal wind from the valley brings with it the salty smell of the sea.
Early in the morning, the alliance army had already started to get busy. The night before, 50 thousand troops moved out and dug up a large amount of soil from the meadow and placed it in a straw bag.
The sacks of earth were stacked on the mountain in front of the camp, making it look majestic.
In front of the barracks, 10 thousand soldiers were ready. They are the vanguard troops for today.
Hudabay and Sukri rode their horses to the front of the group.
They wanted to motivate their men before the war.
“Soldier of the Golokan Tribe, the commander gave us this mission, which means that he recognizes our courage. We have to fight beautifully, understand?” Hudabay.
Sukri who stood at the side, used a louder voice and shouted, “Sons of Sidayu Tribe, we do not need to say anything. Kill Regent Gresik, and take over Java Dwipa!”
His spirit was as high as the sky and covered the ground.
Such a scene would definitely make everyone's blood boil.
For the man and the son of the prairie, courage was their highest goal.
The highest honor of a warrior, even higher than their own lives.
An envious expression filled the faces of the other tribesmen upon seeing such a scene.
The soldiers discussed and nagged that their general was stupid and did not give them a chance to fight the first fight.
The remaining five generals, upon hearing their discussions, had their faces extremely ugly.
Sukri looked at Hudabay from afar, and his eyes were slightly provoked.
Hudabay was naturally displeased and shouted, "Let's go!"
“Forward!” The sons of the Golokan tribe avenged their generals with the highest honor.
Seeing the soldiers leaving the barracks, Tipukhris from afar put a strange expression on his face.
Baswara stood beside Tipukhris. In his heart, he felt pity for Hudabay and Sukri. They were used like pawns and are still very happy about it.
Who knows, they both might have thought Tipukhris was giving them a chance to become famous. Thinking about it, Baswara glanced at Tipukhris. His eyes contained fatigue and fear.
Tipukhris was unaware of it; she was completely calm like the wind.
Walking out of the barracks, the 10 thousand people were divided into two. Hudabay was responsible for the west side of the city's river protection, while Sukri was in charge of the east side.
Such an arrangement made the two generals quarrel and compete with each other from the very beginning.
There were no second best ancient scriptures, and no one remembered second best martial artists. Nobody wants to lose. Needless to say, whoever dropped the city's river of protection would be the bravest warrior.
The bags of prepared manure were taken by the soldiers and ready to be used to fill the river.
The army sauntered forward like two black lines, and charged towards the city's river of protection.
The war has officially begun.