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Poison Wine and the Feast that Destroyed the Dayak Tribe
Wine, the love of the warriors of the deep Dayak Tribe. As soon as the fragrant aroma of wine slipped into their noses, their tongues and stomachs immediately felt aroused by the shadow of pleasure. The intoxicating fragrance of wine filled the air, and no one could hold back his saliva.
"Commander?" Bachrun, with an unabashed sense of hope, led with enthusiastic eyes to Barui Barito.
Barui Barito smiled widely, seeing how hungry and happy his soldiers were. "You seem very hungry. Tonight we're having a party!"
"Good!" Excited cries of the soldiers echoed around the camp. The ingenious soldiers immediately took the initiative to pick up supplies from the barn and spread the word.
Suddenly, the camp became boisterous with happiness. The soldiers chanted songs, danced cheerfully, enjoyed the delicious roasts, and quenched their thirst with wine.
They continued in high spirits until late at night, no matter how long the time was. Finally, the soldiers, summoned by the cautious sergeant's exclamation, were satisfied and returned to their respective tents.
It was only at that time that the camp began to subside from the hubbub all night. Barui Barito remains vigilant. He set up a rotating patrol system so that there are always troops ready in case of a sudden attack.
However, it turned out that his worries were in vain. Throughout the night, no sign of enemy attack appeared. The camp continued to calm down, filled only with natural sounds like night bugs.
This lasted until midnight, when darkness blanketed the camp like a pitch black blanket, until not a single hand was seen. Finally, Barui Barito decided to return to his own tent.
In such a thick darkness, launching an attack would be an almost impossible idea. It was too risky and would almost certainly end in his defeat.
The large camp slowly became quiet, and the sound of night insects again filled the air.
Soldiers after soldiers started to come out of their tents one by one, looking for a place to meet their natural needs. With such a large number of soldiers, long rows began to form around the area.
However, some of them could not wait and chose a secluded place to solve their problems. Every soldier that came out brought discomfort in the dark.
Suddenly, a terrible stench ruled the entire camp. As time passed, more and more soldiers complained of pain. They screamed and ran out of line, trying to seek help for his growing grievances. Even Barui Barito himself did not escape the symptoms.
"This "cunning Javanese. They've been playing us!" Barui Barito held his stomach while screaming in pain.
"Commander, I'll call Bachrun!" Soldiers who heard Barui Barito's call immediately ran in search of Bachrun.
Not long after, Bachrun arrived in a hurry, seemingly underpowered and exhausted.
"Why don't you check the food for poison?" barui Barito asked in an angry tone when he saw Bachrun.
Bachrun replied with a frown, "We've checked everything from grains to meat. We even gave it to the animals."
"Then what is all this?" Barui Barito was angry and confused.
Bachrun replied confidently, "Wine. It must be wine."
"Wine?" Barui Barito was stunned and immediately believed his words. "Damn it, I'll never drink wine again. It messed up everything!"
The guard next to him raised an eyebrow skeptically. Everyone knows how much their leader loves wine and makes it an important part of his life.
"Commander, what should we do?" ask a soldier.
Barui Barito muttered, "What can we do? How many of us don't drink wine?"
There's no answer. All Dayak Tribe soldiers are known to be liquor enthusiasts, and they have a high alcohol tolerance. For those who cannot handle alcohol, it is often a subject of ridicule.
Therefore, the whole army was fooled. They had consumed over a thousand vases of wine during that night.
During the night, the soldiers continued to run to the toilet. Some even chose to live their affairs in the open ground. When the sun rose, the entire army became extremely weak.
The next day, the whole camp smelled a very bad smell.
As the 2nd Division approached them, all the Dayak Tribe warriors immediately covered their noses.
This impervious smell is embarrassing.
Tipukhris, who was driving, looked at this scene with great admiration and respect for Ashwatama.
"Get in and catch them all quickly!" his orders.
The army of the Dayak Tribe which was already very weak, faced the Javanese Army of Dwipa, had no strength to resist. They give up easily.
Seeing that everything was going well, Mahesa Boma, who was following behind the army, bid farewell to Ashwatama.
"General, I'll leave now."
Aswatama, who was sitting in a wheelchair, laughed, "Sure, let's go and thank the Supreme One!"
In this way, the powerful and once threatening forces of the Dayak Tribe were finally defeated.
After they were all caught, the first order given by Ashwatama was to clear the camp.
Only after a full day of cleaning did they finally manage to remove that irresistible smell.
Barui Barito, Bachrun, and the other main members were brought into the general's tent with an annoyed expression that was clearly visible on their faces.
"Is there anything unhappy?" ask Aswatama calmly.
Barui Barito, with eyes as big as a cow, responded with anger, "Of course, we can't be happy in a situation like this."
Ashwatama smiled faintly, "Actually, if you all remain hidden in Mount Bukit Raya, I probably won't do anything. But with your decision to come out, I have a hundred ways to defeat you. Do you all believe me?"
"Stop being proud!" Barui Barito replied loudly.
Aswatama simply shook his head wisely and signaled to the guards, "Bring them inside."
The guards quickly secured Batur Barui and the other main members into the tent.
"Bhess Barui!" Barui Barito was surprised, but also felt relieved. At first, he thought that Batur Barui had been killed in the incident. Seeing him alive and in good health made him feel happy.
"Dad!" Batur Barui said with regret.
Aswatama asked, "How are you feeling right now? Still feel confident that you can beat us?"
Barui Barito knows that the situation has gone out of control since Batur Barui was revealed. However, he still maintained his courage, "We are not afraid of you in a real battle!"
Unlike what he had expected, Ashwatama nodded, "I believe that."
Barui Barito was stunned by this answer. The young man before him was truly extraordinary.
"The most important aspect of war is the outcome. And the result is we win, and you lose. Am I wrong?"
Barito paused for a moment, furious, and said, "If you want to kill me, just do it!"
Ashwatama would not do such a foolish act. The position and meaning of Barui Barito among the indigenous Dayak people is very important. If they killed him, Al Shin District would become a mortal enemy to the Dayak Tribe, which would make recruitment impossible.
"The most important aspect of war is the outcome. And the result is we win, and you lose. Am I wrong?"
Barui Barito was stunned by this answer. The young man before him was truly strange.
"The most important aspect of war is the outcome. And the result is we win, and you lose. Am I wrong?"
Barui Barito was stunned for a moment and angrily said, "If you want to kill me, just do as you please."
Ashwatama would not do such a foolish act. The position and meaning that Barui Barito holds among the Dayak Tribe's natives is remarkable. If they really killed him, Al Shin District would become a mortal enemy to the Dayak Tribe. In such a scenario, it would be impossible to recruit them.
"Then let me go!" Since he saw that nothing would happen in his life, Barui Barito became arrogant once again.
Aswatama smiled, "Let go of you? Impossible!"
Ashwatama, with the experience of reading war texts from various civilizations, will not do anything in vain and waste time and energy.