THE TRIDENT OF DEATH
REBEL CAMP

“Stop!”

“Hold!” 

Six warriors advanced forward, six spearheads aimed at the white-clothed human's chest and back. 

“Who are you?!”

“I want to meet Mahesa Jenar”

“Keparat, I asked who, answered him lain” snapped the soldier.

The man snarled in his heart. “Show me Mahesa Jenar camp. Otherwise, take me to him.”

“ Man stinks rancid. You think we're your slaves? “

“You spy Pajajaran huh?” snatch the rightmost soldier. The tip of his spear was now shifted to the throat of the foreign man.

“You guys sontoloyo all. I speak well, answered with a clash. Damnit!” 

The six ends of the spear immediately moved to the face. The man who was about to become the target material for the tip of the weapon flashed quickly. Just one break, then the mentality of the six soldiers.

The four lying on the ground did not wake up again. One stood still, while the other held his stomach in pain, still able to shout calling his friends. So in an instant, dozens of soldiers with unsheathed weapons had locked up the place, tightly shut down men dressed in all white. 

The torches illuminated the place and it was clear that the human look had been carried by the six warriors. He looked around with water blaring a mocking smile.

“'This looks like humans who want to rebel against the kingdom.?” The man laughed. 

“You dogol men all. Let it be used by a handful of people who want to power cruelly. If you lose, you'll all be beheaded. If you win, what do you get? ” 

A tall, stout, black man came before the stranger. He was a coach of those soldiers who were about to rebel. One hand went to the waist, the other pointed directly at the stranger's face, saying: 

“I think you are still not blind to see the reality, where you are at the moment.” said the big tall man. 

The stranger was still laughing like that, mocking. The tall, stout man who felt humiliated in front of the crowd furiously slammed his right fist into the stomach of the stranger. What happened then was too fast to be seen by the eyes of the crowd in that place. The body of the head coach's great height was tilted back in the air and fell back on the ground. For some time I could not move. 

The silence of surprise and astonishment lasted only a few moments. As soon as someone shouted, dozens of soldiers attacked. The sound of boisterous weapons and chaotic. 

“Hold!!” A soldier shouted.

“Look, We hit our neighbor. The kunyuk is already there.” 

And when all eyes looked at the designated majors, it appeared that the stranger was walking arbitrarily on the sidelines of the army camp. When he was attacked, all together, the man at an incredible speed dropped himself on the ground and escaped among the ************** his attackers. The dark conditions of the night helped him to escape and step arbitrarily between the camps. Seeing that the person they attacked was already somewhere else, in addition to being surprised of course the soldiers became furious. What else the head coach who was made was lying on the ground in one buzz. He called out to the other soldiers. 

“That son of a bitch's cage. If it is impossible to be captured alive, chop it up to ***,” the order. 

“Tell this to Mahesa Jenar.” 

Inside the camp there is a negotiation. Mahesa Jenar is saying: “Tomorrow Raden Werku Alit is here and presumably.... “ 

Mahesa Birawa's words were interrupted. His head turned to the right and out of his mouth came a voice: 

“Supervisor. Don't you people know that no one can enter this camp? Out.... !”

“Sorry Raden. “A soldier told him that there was a riot in the east.”.

“Collapse....?!” Mahesa Jenar stood up from her chair.

“Yes, a stranger is known to enter the camp. When locked up and questioned he fought back. He took down six soldiers. Hit the head coach Suto Rande and is now being ganged up by dozens of soldiers under the leadership of Suto Rande.” 

“Only a stranger stray here only you can not clean up?, How embarrassing!” kertak Mahesa Jenar's. 

But in his heart he as an experienced person in the martial world understand, if someone can break down six opponents at once, even hit the head of the warrior coach is a sign that he is not an arbitrary person, he said, must have a reliable science. But whoever the foreigners dare to come alone to the camp, this is one thing Mahesa Jenar wants to know. 

Mahesa Jenar turned to the Dukes in the camp and said: “Please forgive. I was forced to leave the trial for a while to clear up the.”

All the dukes nodded their heads. Adipati Tapak Ireng said: “Maybe this rioter was a spy Pajajaran.”

“By so,” sahut Mahesa Jenar while cracking down on the door of the camp.

And at that time the camp guard said: “The stranger said that he wanted to meet with Raden.”

“With me?” Mahesa Jenar pointed at her own chest.

The guards nodded. This makes Mahesa Jenar want to quickly find out who the rioters are. The battle raged when Mahesa Jenar got there with a soldier. This soldier was about to cry out but was signaled by Mahesa Jenar to be quiet. He will be witnessed with his own eyes some of the greatness of the battle.

Screams and screams are heard almost all the time. Every screech must be followed by the laying of the body of a bully. According to the estimation of Mahesa Jenar at that time there were about thirty soldiers under the leadership of Suto Rande who moaned the stranger. Mahesa Jenar secretly admired the greatness of the stranger. Still young, looking cool and his weapon a spear that rotated like a cycle, roaring and at all times asking for victims from the side of the gangster. 

Mahesa Jenar knew very well, the spear in the young man's hand was a spoiled spear. And what made Mahesa Jenar forced to melt her tongue was that, despite being ganged up by dozens of people, the young man was carelessly serving while laughing and whistling. 

A few more people fell down with their stomachs or chests badly wounded by the tip of the spear. Then I heard another terrible screech. A mental figure, falling right in front of Mahesa Jenar. When examined by Mahesa Jenar it turns out that the body figure is the body figure of Suto Rande, the head coach of the soldier. His life had stopped and on his forehead was a picture of Trisula. This image also reminds Mahesa Jenar of the description of courier Raden Werku Alit about the death of Kalasrenggi strangely, hung legs up the head down and there is also a picture of a trident on the skin of his forehead. 

Without waiting for more victims to fall, call out Mahesa Birawa.

“I Mahesa Jenar ordered to stop this battle!”

Seriate