The End of the World - Story I
Battle: Eastern (1)
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A few days after the launch of ‘Tactic Attack 3 Arah’ carried out by the joint forces of Prince I and the Hayawan Nation to attack the defense of the Angkara Kingdom.
The attack from the east coast was carried out by the Revised IV Cavalry force led by Basita the Murwa Kunkara and was followed by the Revised V Infantry force led by Bramanta the Lelana as a backline supporter.
After knowing the attacks launched by Prince I with the Hayawan Nation, King Angkara troops did not stay silent. To stem the attack from the IV Division on the east coast, Wirasana the Hamung Tuwuh was sent with 16,000 Cavalry, 6,000 Infantry and 3,000 Artillery.
The army quickly moved eastward to block Basita and his troops who had managed to break into several Angkara Kingdom defense posts.
Although it managed to pass through several enemy defenses, the Devised IV force consisting of only ordinary humans had lost many lives in the field of action.
This strategy that relied on speed and surprise required them and their warhorses to keep racing and fighting to break down the opponent's defenses while paving the way for the Infantry forces of Devision V.
But their hard work and sacrifice were not in vain. The strategy to draw enemy troops to leave the capital went according to plan. The enemy reinforcements from the center began to approach the battlefield.
But not everything is in line with the estimates. As to be toyed with, the relief team that came to head off was astonishing. The number of troops that are completely unbalanced and plus the condition of the troops who worry.
The IV Division had weeks of travel and long battles. Many lives have been sacrificed. The supplies are running out. Wounds, fatigue, and sadness began to haunt the souls and minds of the troops.
In the middle of a tense night, the forces of the IV Division were gathering to talk about what they were going to do to deal with the large army that was approaching.
“We won't just stay silent. Sacrifice cannot be wasted. Because tomorrow, we will face a decisive battle.
If we give up on the battlefield, all efforts and strategies will fall apart. If the eastern route fails to be secured, the conquest of the capital will not be possible.
At least we should be able to hold out until the relief forces arrive. The Devision V Infantry Force is expected to arrive soon. Until then, we should be able to withstand all attacks.”
The old knight, Basita the Murwa Kunkara cried out before his followers. Prepare your heart and all your soul. Against the blasphemy that corrodes the world.
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Dawn began to dawn from behind a long line of horsemen with reins. Grunts and neighs sounded from the breath of the war horses. Prepare to face the final battle.
Basita the old knight sat on his mount. The roar of the horseshoe broke the silence of the smoldering desert. Tension was painted on the faces of the people before him. Looking at the vast sea of men who were about to block the pace of their horses. Now all the humans who were there were silent without being able to speak.
Fear and horror continue to be reflected in the mind of every person. The hand that held the bridle and the sword did not stop trembling. Amidst the flying dust, there was a stirring cry
“For the great land of the Emperor! SERAAAANG...!!!”
With the dust scattering and flying, the final battle began.
Basita led the horse-drawn advance of his entire army, storming the ranks of the enemy army which also began its assault.
Arrows were flying above them. It soared rapidly in the air, and fell through the hearts of the soldiers.
When the horses began to fall, man rolled in the dust. Sweat and blood began to pour. Screams and cries continued to be heard throughout the battlefield.
Boulders were thrown, arrows were launched, spears were thrown, and swords were swung. Dozens, tens, up to hundreds of lives continue to be victims.
Basita along with thousands of horsemen continue to advance through the bodies of the enemy and colleagues. Replying with attacks that are no less terrible. Slashing with a sword in the hand. Kill the enemy with one strike.
The enemy vanguard began to ravage. The chaos of the cavalry. However, the number and endurance of Basita's forces began to decrease over time.
Unprepared for the clash, Basita's cavalry were pushed back by the enemy. Depressed and pressed, Basta ordered his entire army to gather.
But the enemy quickly surrounded his army. From the right, left, front, and back. All sides were surrounded by enemies.
Circular siege with long roaring spears surrounded from all sides. In the midst of an increasingly desperate situation, Basita got off her horse. Grasping tightly the sword in both of his hands, then swinging it in a circle with all his might.
A strong gust of wind accompanied the swing of his sword, blowing a siege around it. The enemies fell off their mounts. Towed down under the hard ground of hot rocky.
A huge energy radiated from the old Knight's body. The sword in his hand shone, revealing a bright light along the battleground.
With incredible speed, Basita lunged back at the enemies before her. Like lightning, it pierced through the opposing ranks with a single strike. Throw them down, and cut off all the heads that went through him.
Blood flowed along the line through it. Like a red rain in the middle of a desert so hot. Hundreds of heads rolled around wherever his feet went.
Only with one parent on the field of action, can return to reverse unexpected circumstances. The troops who saw his prowess, regained his spirit and confidence.
The other troops followed the old knight's footsteps by riding his horses. Treading the heads that have been separated from his body, to increase the number of severed heads later.
However, suddenly Basita and his troops had to turn things around again. Huge stones thrown from the manjalik rained down on the line. They crushed and destroyed most of the troops.
The bodies of humans and horses were squashed by huge flying stones. The ground was hit. Blood flowed under a large rock that was now like a tombstone.
The line became a mess. The horses started to get scared. And the rider can no longer control.
The troops began to separate. Split and lose direction. Thrown and finally destroyed.
Basita who saw his troops ravaged poranda had no other choice. The only way is to go backwards.
Although not enough time to survive. But for now it is better to step back slowly.
Basita ordered his troops to withdraw. Leaning towards the eastern seaboard in order to survive from one side and not be attacked from the other side. That way the siege will not be able to happen again.
His men drove his horse as fast as possible. Run for those who have lost their horses. Heading to the east coast, hoping for help.
However, with the enemy still having a lot of cavalry troops, it would be very easy to catch up. Thinking so, Basita decided to single-handedly resist the enemy's attack so that his troops could retreat to the east coast.
He turned back to tens of thousands of enemy troops. Stare full of anger. Tired no longer thought of him. His old bones did not care about the conditions and only prepared to face the approaching threat.
Again, he held his sword with both hands. Grip tight. The light began to appear from the blade. Such a dazzling light in the midst of the scorching wilderness.
Basita swung her sword horizontally, and immediately threw down the line before her. But the line at the back can still survive.
He tried again, but before he could swing his sword, he was shot by an arrow.
Instantly the body that is no longer young responds to all the injuries and fatigue that it feels. He fell to the ground and felt an excruciating pain.
But he could still survive by perching on the sword he had plugged into the ground. Leaning both his hands and his head on the sword hilt, enduring a matchless pain.
His burning eyes tried to see the enemy army in front of him. No longer drove crashing, but just stood still.
Then a man came to him leaving a large army behind him.