THE TRIDENT OF DEATH
INSURGENT ASSAULT

That night Mahesa Jenar could not squint her eyes. He's so agitated. Temporarily above the bed in the tent he flipped to the left, flipping to the right. His memory was restored seventeen years ago. The death of Ranamaya. Surti, the woman who killed herself. And when his memory moved to the young man who claimed to be the son of Ranamaya, his body was like a cold day. Although it can measure the strength of the opponent but Mahesa Jenar is not afraid at all to face the young man. It was only the appearance of the young man who had not been expected that truly shocked and poured out his spirit. His little heart cursed his own stupidity. Seventeen years ago he knew that Ranamaya and Surti had a son. Why did he not simultaneously kill the orok Ranamaya? But at that time of course he did not have long thoughts like the current time. 

Mahesa Jenar turned her body back. He looked at the wall of the camp. And on the wall of the tent it seemed to be reflected in his eyes the line he had read on the wall of his residence seventeen years ago, when he had just managed to escape the Holy One and put it in his room. There.. in the memory of Mahesa Jenar alias Suranyawa, as shown again a series of sentences. A sentence that becomes reality: 

“What you did today you will receive in return for the next seventeen years!” 

Mahesa Jenar finally came down from the bed. Some time he paced back and forth in his great tent. Then he remembered the death of Kalasrenggi and two spies who were sent to Kotaraja the other day. They met death as a result of the dismemberment of a strange man. Kalasrenggi died with a stripe of a trident image on his forehead. And he witnessed Suto Rande's death in the same way. Then a little or maybe certainly.The young man who claimed to be Ranamaya's son, who was actually his own junior, must have had a relationship or relationship with Pajajaran. And if this means the leaking of a plan to overthrow Prabu Kamandaka, the leaking of a plan to rebel against the Kingdom. 

Mahesa Jenar stepped back and forth while clenching her fists. He had to act quickly before Pajajaran really knew his entire plan. It was not impossible when the Pajajaran army was heading to their camp to sweep them. 

That night also Mahesa Jenar deliberated with the five Dukes. And that night it was decided to move the whole army to Kotaraja. 

Two couriers were sent first. The first to meet Raden Werku Alit in Kotaraja, informed that due to something urgent the troops were dispatched that night and planned to attack Pajajaran no later than one or two hours after dawn broke. The second courier went to the top of Mount Halimun, met Begawan Sakti Sitaraga who had previously said he was willing to intervene to help the rebels. But this courier was then taken captive by Pajajaran soldiers at the border. 

Although still cautious about the truth of the warning he read on the wall of his sister's room, but Prabu Kamandaka did not mind preparing the Pajajaran army silently. And when early in the morning he was suddenly awakened, reported about the sight of a large army coming to Kotaraja. This King of Pajajaran had truly become shocked. That is also a warning, he said in his heart. To the Chiefs of the Royal Troop immediately given a lightning order: 

“If the troops that come are true rebel forces, face them outside the walls of the Kingdom.” 

When the first rays of dawn struck the eastern horizon, at that time there began a fierce battle along the great wall that surrounded Kotaraja. 

The most exciting is the battle on two gates. The rebels attacked all out to be able to break the Kotaraja gate. The one who was attacked survived desperately. The sound of guns, the cry of death, the howling of weapons, the rancid smell of blood, all into one gave rise to a terrible atmosphere. 

Presumably the opponent's attack began to be unstoppable. This was seen after the battle raged for almost half an hour. 

Prabu Kamandaka with great cries flashed increasingly let us encourage the Pajajaran team. This Prabu was riding a white horse and in his hand was clutched a long machete covered in blood. Prabu Kamandaka was stunned and did not want to believe his eyes when he moved to the eastern battleground, he immediately faced Werku Alit, his own half-brother. 

“Isn't that upside down or is it really you in front of me, Alit?” said Sang Prabu. 

Raden Werku Alit laughed. “Your eyes are still not reversed, Kamandaka. Only your brain is tilted so it takes the rights of others.” 

“What rights have I taken and who is the other person?” 

“The throne of the Kingdom is my legal right, Kamandaka!” werku Alit said. 

Prabu Kamandaka laughed coldly. “You're delirious during the day Alit. I can't believe you were the poison master of the rebel frontman who gave the order to gang up on King Pajajaran.” 

The sound of guns, the cry of death, the howling of weapons, the rancid smell of blood, all into one gave rise to a terrible atmosphere. 

At the time of the battle raged with the thrill, at the time when the gate of Kotaraja in the west was almost broken and at the time of Prabu Kamandaka's own safety was threatened, he said, so at that moment a loud voice like thunder overcame all the wretchedness of the war that brought death. 

“Stupid humans! Stop this battle!” 

Almost all those who fought in the eastern field were shocked and almost all eyes also looked up at the wall of Kotaraja where there was a young man dressed in white and long-haired hair. It was probably Raden Werku Alit who was the most surprised to see the young man on the wall. This man looks the same as the young man who was shot the other day when the rains in the old teratak. 

“The dead want to live, you who live will fight to the death. Imploded right!” another young man who was on the wall said with a thundering voice. 

Werku Alit crack jaws. His heart riled against the young man. He secretly knew that the thundering voice must have signified that the young man had very high inner strength. But if he glanced to the side and that second saw Prabu Kamandaka was in a state of care then this opportunity was used Werku Alit as well as possible. His weapon flashed swiftly and fiercely. One sharp end of the toja snatches to the neck while the other end sweeps to the feet of Prabu Kamandaka. 

Seeing the coming of the attack Prabu Kamandaka was aware of his ignorance. It was too late for him to be able to dodge the opponent's weapons that attacked those two places at once. One of the sharp edges of the opponent's weapon will definitely hit his body. Prabu Kamandaka threw himself behind even though he knew that his legs would be swept off the other end. But at that moment also from the top of the wall darted a white object once like a glow. This thing was star-shaped and let out a whizzing sound, hitting the middle of the Werku Alit toja to be exact. Toja it broke two. One of the fractures scratched Werku Alit's own chest. 

This man screamed in pain and jumped back but was hunted with a whip by Prabu Kamandaka. In a state of injury, with his men Werku Alit defended violently. The other two dukes who saw the urgency of Werku Alit immediately gave help so that Prabu Kamandaka and his people were again pressed hard. Werku Alit raged. Raging with his tojanya fault. But his condition began to suck due to the injuries he suffered. His movements began to become slow so he was forced to take a defensive position and let his aides attack the other party.

The Duke of Tapak Ireng approached Werku Alit and thrust a pill. “Telanlah fast Raden Alit and flow your inner power to the injured part...” 

Werku Alit quickly swallowed the black-colored pill and exerted his inner strength. The medicine given by Adipati Tapak Ireng is very effective. A moment later the blood on Werku Alit's wound stopped and there was no more pain. So by pulling the damage Werku Alit back forward to face Prabu Kamandaka. When the Duke of Lanabelong with his white iron reel also helped Werku Alit then worse than earlier, the situation of Prabu Kamandaka again pressed great. 

“Rebel kaum! Stop this battle!” yelled the man on the wall. 

But no one cared even Duke Jakaluwing of Karangtretes challenged: 

“Crazy hairy gondrong people if you want to feel my iron toja, come down.” 

The person on the wall grumbled curiously. From behind her waist came a trident with eyes like a keris! The eyes of the trident glimmered in the morning sunlight. Then with one very light move he jumped down. And as soon as he reached the ground he placed the end of the trident handle to his lips. Then a moment later echoed a voice like a flute. At first the cleavage, then getting harder and screeching. The ears of the rebels who heard the sound of the flute screeching as if pierced very sick. 

The lowly soldiers became fascinated and easily fell victim to the weapons of the Pajajaran soldiers. 

Werku Alit and his five Duke allies were shocked when they felt how the pain of their ears while running their blood was no longer regular but choked to a halt. And as they looked around they saw how their troops were in the field of the corpses of soldiers with blood-bath chests. 

Werku Alit and the surviving Dukes were surprised not to play. Their attack in addition to being directed to Prabu Kamandaka is now also focused on Rangga Geblek. But if once again the Heavenly Dragon Trident flashed then now it was the turn of the Duke of Jakaluwing who also died with his head almost split in two. 

Werku Alit and the surviving Dukes became wry. They glanced at each other sharply and signaled but at that moment also the Trident of Death who already knew their intent made a quick movement. Ranabelong's iron mermaid mentally butts two into the air followed by the screams of his death. The only surviving Duke, Warok Gluduk, is said to have no power anymore after his right arm had been chopped by Prabu Kamandaka's butts. He decided to run away but the spear of a Pajajaran army head first stuck on his back continued to penetrate to the chest.

Werku Alit's guts are shrinking. In the eastern battleground, only he himself is now the leader. If he and his men were an urgent attacker then now the situation is reversed. Everywhere dozens of his soldiers lay dead. The living fought half-heartedly, retreating constantly and in chaos. The sound of the Heavenly Dragon Trident flute continuously shrill like paralyzing Raden Werku Alit's entire body. Try exerting his inner energy but his inner power feels like extinct. His ears hurt and then he felt something melt in both ears. The blood!