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Epic Battle: The General Conqueror of Djate Village
An incredible force crept out from the spear, making the guard general's hand nearly numb. In an instant, he almost lost his balance. Even with an additional attack, the strength he felt could easily knock him unconscious. He knew he was not comparable to the young general standing before him.
As he hesitated, Wirama launched another attack. The long spear is so flexible. Since he had startled the enemy, he took advantage of this opportunity to swing a pseudo-puncture before swiftly aiming it at the chest of the guard general.
"Aah!" The guard general let out a groaning sound and spewed out fresh blood. He slowly lowered his head, his eyes fixated on the spear that stuck into his chest in disbelief.
Wirama, expressionless, pulled his spear out, causing blood to spurt out. The guard general finally collapsed on the ground, lifeless.
A village gate general turned out to be insufficient to withstand Wirama's three moves.
"Good!" Private Guard unit soldiers cheered, praising their general.
On the other hand, the city guard soldiers were dumbfounded, and their spirit was instantly shattered.
"Hurry up, clear the entrance of the village gate!"
Wirama, expressionlessly changed, led the assassination personally.
"Yes, general!"
After a protracted battle, eventually the city's protection unit could no longer maintain its position and was forced to retreat.
“General, the first regiment has arrived!” said colonel.
Wirama nodded. “Arrange troops to guard the village gate. The rest, follow me.”
"Yes, general!"
Wirama knew that the enemy forces were currently in a state of disarray. Moreover, they lacked information about the battleground, which gave him the perfect opportunity. With the first regiment, he had full confidence to fight the enemy division. If they waited for the rest of the troops to arrive, they would definitely be caught in a bigger battle with the enemy troops.
"Kill it!"
The invincible iron cavalry like black flood swept into the village, heading towards the Ruler Manor.
Shops along the street had been closed earlier since the massacre at the village gate began. On the big streets, not a single person was in sight. Things become very quiet.
Residents who gazed through the slit of their doors towards the iron cavalry speeding across the road were terrified. They feel shocked and anxious by the events that are happening.
This is a great mess!
The Paspam regiment had not been far from their barracks when they were suddenly confronted by the city's protection division. They had just left their barracks, intending to help the defense of the village gate. Who would have guessed that the enemy would pierce through their village in just twenty minutes?
The moment they met in the narrow passageway, the bravest would emerge victorious.
"Groan!"
Wirama did not hesitate at all, ordering the cavalry to attack.
"Kill! Kill it! Kill it!" The guard division shouted furiously.
"Get into formation!"
The village protection division general had no choice but to order his troops to prepare and defend. The narrow streets made the village protection division troops have to form a long line. As a result, their front could not see the back, and this became a very unfortunate situation.
"Thank the shield!" Under the command of their commander, the sword shield warriors in the vanguard raised their shields, ready to face the enemy forces.
"Art!" The archers in the rearguard began to aim at the enemy troops. Everything was going on in an orderly manner and without panic.
However, unfortunately, the village protection division was now dealing with a much stronger guard division. Their shields shattered like paper as the guard troops advanced like lawnmowers. They drove forward at a speed of 75 kilometers per hour, stomping the enemy in front of them into cold corpses.
The long, narrow streets became a nightmare for the enemy. How could they possibly cope with the speed of the Guards Division?
How fast can they recharge? The archers from the village protection division were probably the most suitable to answer this question.
When they plucked the arrows from where their arrows were, the enemy was still a kilometer away. However, when they were ready to fire, the enemy was already only five hundred meters away. When they finally aimed their arrows and prepared to shoot, the enemy was already right in front of them.
Sword shield formation?
Downrodden!
Cavalry formations?
Downrodden!
Downrodden!
Archer formation?
Ignored!
The village guard division was very crowded on the long streets, but such a formation was useless against the Guards Division. The Guard Division was like the Asura from hell, mercilessly claiming lives one after another.
One enemy formation after the other shattered like paper. The troops that had once seemed very orderly and sturdy turned into one chaotic blob.
The cavalry killed many soldiers, and their bodies piled up on the side of the road. Wounded soldiers were lying along the stinking sewer.
"How can this be?"
When he saw the enemy force, the face of the village protection division commander turned white.
“General, we cannot survive. What do we do?"
Since they were stuck in formation on the narrow streets, they did not have the flexibility to make any other moves. The commander's face was now very grim. He shouted, “What can we do? There's no turning back. We can only fight to the death!”
"Fight to death!"
...
"Fight to death!"
Unfortunately, facing the tireless iron cavalry, their shouts were not united. Just relying on morale enhancement would not help them win the battle.
Panic ran rampant on the face of the village protection division commander. The Guards Division has cut down the village protection division in two.
Under Wirama's leadership, all the soldiers remained determined. No matter who the opponent was or how many in number, the Guards Division continued to attack mercilessly.
Swords floated, spears pierced, and horses attacked. There are too many enemies, and they cannot kill them all. Many were left in chaos and chased to the side of the road.
Facing this kind of enemy, the village protection division did not dare to face him head-on. They could only watch in awe as the enemy charged towards the Ruler Manor.
The Guard Division has created another miracle. With only one regiment, they had faced an enemy that was five times as many.
"General. Should we go after them?"
"It's useless!" Commander surrendered. "A squad as strong as that can't fight!"
After an hour had passed, the Guards Division managed to seize Djate Village quickly. Raden Partajumena led the rest of the army towards the village, and the flag of Dwipa Java region now fluttered on the territorial wall of Djate Village. Meanwhile, the group in charge of transporting the new siege weapons was half way towards the village.
The Guards Division started the war well, earning the praise and respect it deserved. This was the first battle since its formation, and they had met expectations perfectly.
Meanwhile, in his reading room, Heru Cokro sat alone. Suddenly, a notification from the system sounded in his ear.
“System Notice: Congratulations to Jendra for successfully capturing Djate Village, giving a reward of a thousand achievement points.”
Heru Cokro smiled, took his teacup, and sipped it deliciously. Less than an hour after the battle, he received a deep battle report from the Golden Rat through their efficient communication lines.
Manguri Rajaswa entered his room. "There's an order, my lord?" ask with respect.
Heru Cokro raised his head, thought for a moment, then said, "Give me this command. The Guards Division had fought valiantly. Give the title of Mighty General to Major General Wirama as a tribute to his bravery, and give a badge of respect to the other soldiers."
"Okay, milord!" This was the first time Heru Cokro had given the title of general due to his achievements in battle. Only Mahesa Boma had been granted the title of Palace General before, and this was the highest award in the old military system.
The title of Mighty General is usually given to generals who have shown extraordinary courage in battle. For Wirama, receiving this title is the highest honor, which was first given in Java Dwipa. This would definitely be encouraging news for the other generals, who would hope to earn a similar award in the battle of the Gili King Island.
This battle has sparked friendly rivalry between the Javanese generals of Dwipa. This reward will also increase their motivation to fight harder in the future.
Furthermore, Heru Cokro would rank generals based on their military credits and contributions. This title will remain unchanged until the general achieves enough achievements to improve it.
After capturing the village of Djate, the middle troops made it their main camp. They began transporting siege weapons and food supplies from the port to Djate Village.
Meanwhile, the current sacked ruler of Djate Village had no idea what had happened. Even at this moment, he did not know who had attacked and destroyed his territory.