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Bloody General and Shadow General: Battle of King Gili Island
Compared to Agus Fadjari, who is smart and flexible, Kaditula Negoro is a general who is pure courage and has a firm attitude.
In a bloodstained condition, the Negoro Caditula approached quickly. His helmet and armor were smeared with blood, and the Luwuk Majapahit sword he was holding dripped. An ignorant person would probably think that he was a ghost that had emerged from the underworld.
However, the surrounding soldiers showed no signs of fear. Instead, they honor and honor it. The soldiers usually had great respect for the brave and strong general.
"General!" greet Kaditula Negoro with a smile, bowing.
Tribhuwana Tunggadewi nodded, undisturbed by the appearance of Kaditula Negoro. Although a woman, she had faced various battles and conflicts as a general. Such a small matter would not shake him. His calmness had created a profound impact among the members of the First Division.
"Go immediately to take a shower and select the five hundred best soldiers. Set a plan as we have talked about."
Kaditula Negoro's eyes shone with determination as he said out loud, "Understood, I will complete this mission without mistake."
Tribhuwana Tunggadewi gave the final instruction, "Remember, the success or failure of this whole battle depends on you."
Kaditula Negoro gave the assurance, "General, you need not worry. I will not make a mistake. And if I fail, you're free to take my life."
Tribhuwana Tunggadewi nodded and raised his hand in goodbye, "Go, and get ready!"
"Yes, general!" Kaditula Negoro saluted once more before leaving confidently.
Under the thick blanket of the night, Kaditula Negoro led the five hundred chosen soldiers of the First Regiment as they moved silently from behind some of the destroyed shops. They disappeared into the dark of the night. The alliance troops preparing for tomorrow's battle were unaware of this movement.
June 5th according to the Vishnu Calendar, morning arrived.
The most crucial day in the Battle of Gili Raja Island has arrived. In the very early morning, the alliance troops regrouped. Fifty thousand soldiers attacked from all directions towards the enemy headquarters in a relentless assault.
The general of the alliance forces, Untung Suropati, had given orders that this attack should be successful. All the soldiers would either die on the battlefield or step on top of the enemy's body and continue forward; there was no third choice. They would chase and kill anyone who tried to escape. To ensure this, Untung Suropati had formed a watchdog squad that would follow the soldiers and kill anyone who tried to escape.
This harsh military order shook the alliance soldiers up to their bone marrow. They know they have to succeed. "Kill! Kill it! Kill it!"
In a place invisible to the human eye, Raden Syarifudin led the Second Division of the Dragon Legion in their attack.
Suddenly, with his instincts as an experienced general, he looked up and looked at Aenganyar Village in awe. He felt that there was a strong presence of murderous aura enveloping the village. There is no doubt, the situation is not good.
Raden Syarifudin hit his horse and shouted, “Quick!”
"Yes, general!"
Meanwhile, Luckily Suropati again approached the territorial wall. This time, he did not head to the general's seat. Instead, he stood next to the war drums and picked up a stick to help play it. His voice echoed throughout the village.
This life and death battle has already begun.
At the south side army base, Tribhuwana Tunggadewi still showed confidence inspiring the soldiers.
"General, they're attacking!" agus Fadjari said, approaching Tribhuwana Tunggadewi.
Tribhuwana Tunggadewi remained calm without expression. He knew that these colonels tended to like meaningless talk. He did not turn around, but replied calmly, "Has everything been prepared with Kaditula Negoro?"
"At 3 a.m., the Hajj Pipit sent a message, telling us that everything is done."
"Good!" Tribhuwana Tunggadewi was relieved. "Tell the soldiers that they must hold out until noon!"
"Yes, general!"
This battle was the heaviest the Tiger Legion had faced so far. They were too far inside enemy territory, their logistics and supplies were cut off. They even lacked food, so they had to cook porridge with the rice they found. Even their drinking water should be taken from the local waterways.
The soldiers in the first division had difficulty due to the medical supplies that had been depleted due to too many of them being injured. They couldn't even find a clean bandage anymore. But even so, they still fought vigorously.
They were willing to continue this struggle because their general, Untung Suropati, also ate the same food and drank the same water as them. They had strong convictions and did not mind to sacrifice for the sake of their generals.
Under pressure from the alliance army, the first division was forced to retreat. But the victory did not come easily. Every step forward they brought death and great loss. The high casualty ratio, one to five, is absolutely terrible.
But as time went on, Untung Suropati felt more and more confident. The scale of the current battle started to turn towards them. For him, no matter how expensive it might be, as long as they could destroy the enemy, it was worth it.
He kept hitting the war drums and keeping the high spirits of his soldiers. The longer the battle lasted, the more intense the battle was.
At 11am, outside the village, they heard the sudden roar of horse legs. Fortunately Suropati, who was on the territory wall, felt a tremor on his back. Something bad is happening.
It didn't take long for the enemy reinforcements to arrive so quickly. However, it was fortunate that Suropati did not have the time to think too much. He knew that in this stressful situation, he had to take action immediately.
It was fortunate that Suropati had arranged an army of two thousand people near the village to deal with the reinforcements of the enemy cavalry. He hoped that this army could hold out until they defeated the southern side of the army. But his beliefs did not last long.
In less than half an hour, a courier came running in panic. His face was pale, and he reported bad news, "General, this is very bad. The enemy reinforcements have arrived in the village!"
Fortunately Suropati was shocked and scared. He almost lost control. In his anger, he nearly pulled out his sword to kill the envoy for thinking of him as a fraud.
However, a wise guard immediately came to the rescue of the messenger. When the atmosphere had calmed down a little, the envoy explained that the village gate was destroyed due to the attacks of both enemies from inside and outside.
The ones hiding inside the village were Kaditula Negoro and five hundred elite troops.