THE TRIDENT OF DEATH
COUNTERFEIT SOLDIER

Three horsemen jumped off each horse's back. Their movements were very light and just a blink of an eye the three were already between Kratomlinggo and Ki Lurah Kundrawana. All three were dressed in warrior uniforms and their looks were haughty. Both Ki Lurah Kundrawana and Kratomlinggo and the residents of Bojongnipah, were all similarly shocked. In his surprise, Ki Lurah Kundrawana was relieved because he immediately recognized the three people were none other than Tapak Luwinng and two of his men. 

But what is not understood by Lurah Bojongnipah is why the three robbers were wearing army clothes. Meanwhile, the Luwing Tread that stood right in front of Kratomlinggo with his waist and snapped forward to the face. 

“We soldiers of Linggajati Duchy. You are the cause of the commotion here huh ?!” 

Surprised Kratomlinggo and the inhabitants of Bojongnipah, Ki Lurah Kundrawana and his wife cursed in their hearts to see how skillful the Black Three Duchy was to play the role of false Duchy soldiers, to deceive the eyes of the population and also hide the big secret of their blackmail background. 

Kratomlinggo quelled his surprise. He felt no need to fear the three Duchy soldiers. That is not this an opportunity where he can at once explain the tax extortion conducted by Kundrawana? 

“Brothers,” said Kratomlinggo, “if you are Duchy soldiers, what a coincidence then.” 

“What coincidence do you mean ?!” bent Tread Luwing. 

Kratomlinggo then explained clearly about the tax to Tapak Luwing. Yet he was so shocked when he heard Father Luwing's reply.

“So you purposely led the residents of Bojongnipah to follow your own wishes ?! To take the path of violence ? It's called a rebellion. This is called a challenge to the Kingdom. One defiance against the rules of the King, because the matter of the tax did come from the King was conveyed through the Duke at Linggajati.” 

“But why only the residents of Bojongnipah are being taxed this crazy.” said one of the residents standing next to Kratomlinggo: 

“Ya, other villages do not.” exciting others from outside the page. 

“You all know what.” spray Tread Luwing. “This is the King's decision. The fertile Bojongnipah cannot be equated with other villages. Therefore it is appropriate to be burdened with a rather large tax..” 

“Agot magnitude...,” jerky a resident mocking. 

Kratomlinggo then halved the hot atmosphere. “We felt absolutely no opposition to the King, no disobedience at all let alone rebellion. We just want the tax to be refunded for the old one.” 

The Luwing Tread spit into the floor of the ledge. “You are indeed the culprit of clever rebel poison. Against your Lurah, you may speak harshly and arbitrarily. But against us Duchy soldiers, don't try. Lead the entire population to leave here. Fast!” 

So said Kratomlinggo: “We the inhabitants of Bojongnipah came here to uphold justice. If we have to leave here, justice must be successfully enforced.” 

“Hem...so...?”. Tapak Luwing grinned. His brownish-black and large teeth looked disgusting. 

“Before you and others uphold that justice, try to accept this right hand of mine.” 

After saying that, Father Luwing thrust his right hand into Kratomlinggo's chest. The one who was hit quickly jumped to the side. 

However, “Buukkk” 

The left hand of the Luwing Tread lodged in the stomach of Kratomlinggo. In fact, the right hand punch of the Luwing Tread was just a trick. 

Kratomtinggo is twisted and lined back. His stomach hurt once, nauseous as if to vomit, his breath sipped. This man was apparently not just a farmer, but also a man who had studied silat. He quickly set his breath and blood path. Then with a whip strike to the face. Six people joined in the attack. 

Thus the battle broke out. Four residents fell to the floor of the ledge. Two fainted, two more broken ribs and missed the elbow joint. While Kratomlinggo slammed into the ledge pole. His chest was hit by the Luwing Tread. 

He tried to stand up to balance the body back and was ready to launch a counterattack. But what a whore, not to mention his feet cracking down on the sight was already dark and from his mouth was vomited thick blood with books. A moment later this man's body was lying on the floor. 

Seeing this some of the population became confused. They swarmed over the ledge with all sorts of weapons. 

“Who wants to die, go ahead!” shouted Tapak Luwing while waving a machete. 

Those who invaded became hesitant now. But some of them are still trying to attack blindly. Then something terrible happened. These men were bathed in blood, and were cut down and bathed by the weapons of the Temple of Luwing and his men. The others now did not dare to act any further despite their numbers being much larger. 

Warih Sinten had long run into the house screaming in fear, while Kundrawana bit his lips and close his eyes to see the horror. If only he did not remember the safety of his son, he had already plucked the keris and also invaded. 

“Who else would like to get acquainted with my cleaver, please go forward,” said Tapak Luwing thrust his left hand into the left waist. 

Tapak Luwing laughed. “Well, if you still don't have the guts to get into the grave, cut the poor kunyuk-kunyuk across the ledge of this house then lift your feet from here quickly.” 

The anger of the people is overflowing. But what happens before their eyes makes their guts become shrivelled and bristling fur. Ki Lurah Kundrawana himself stands sculpting. His jaw was tightly clenched. His horror is indescribable. His hatred of the Black Three of the Kali Comel was beyond estimate. But like the residents of Bojongnipah, he also could not do anything. 

Residents carry Kratomlinggo and other victims. Before they passed, cry out to Luwing's Father. 

“I don't want to see this kind of excitement a second time, unless you yourself are deliberately asking to be cleared up like your friends. Anyone who wants to fight is fine. My Golok has been bloodthirsty for a long time.” 

No one spoke of the Luwing Tread. And Tapak Luwing disguised as a Duchy soldier exclaimed again, “Don't forget, no later than noon tomorrow, you all have to pay off the tax. If anyone denies to pay for it, you know enough what the consequences are.” 

When the entire population of Bojongnipah had left the place, then Tapak Luwing sheathed his machete back and turned to Ki Lurah Kundrawana. “You should thank me for saving you a neck rod, Ki Lurah.” 

Ki Lurah Kundrawana. Jaws bulging. Tapak Luwing laughed. 

“Slowly by dusk tomorrow the tax charge money must have been delivered to the old cottage at the intersection of the road leading to Linggajati.” 

Kundrawana was silent. 

“Eh, have you been deaf.” asked Tapak Luwing. 

And Lurah Bojongnipah was still silent. Then snap at the Luwing Site. “You're deaf huh?!” 

“I'm not deaf, Site Luwing..” 

“Then why be asked to be silent ? Maybe gagu ?!” 

Two of the men of Tapak Luwing could hear the grin. 

“What if the residents do not want to pay for it ?” 

“I don't need that question. Pay or not pay, anyway tomorrow I just know receive money.” 

The Luwing Tread beckoned to his two men. The three went down the ledge of the house and stepped towards their respective horses. 

*****

That night, with all his might and little science, Kratomlinggo managed to heal the deep wounds he had suffered from the Luwing Tread blow. Basically it is not the power and knowledge of the Kratomlinggolah that helps, but it is because the punch of the Luwing Tread this morning did not use all of its inner energy. 

The grudge against Tapak Luwing and his comrades, the uncontrollable hatred towards Ki Lurah Kundrawana, as well as the taxes that remain to be paid tomorrow, all of them stacked into one. So that night, despite having just recovered from the wound, but Kratomlinggo's determination was round to leave for Kotaraja. 

His intentions were told to some of his friends. And that night with four others, riding on horses, Kratomlinggo went to Kotaraja. 

Dark nights. The starlight and the crescent moonlight could not defeat the darkness. Kratomlinggo and four of his friends drove each horse, passing a bend and arriving at a bridge connecting the two banks of a creek. 

At that time Kratomlinggo and his friends saw a group of horsemen across the bridge. They numbered three and all three stopped the horse across the bridge. 

Seeing this unkind gesture, Kratomlinggo immediately stopped his horse in the middle of the bridge and signaled to his four friends. The night is dark but Kratomlinggo's eyes are still able to recognize the horseman who is ahead of him. The man turned out to be a Duchy soldier who was handling him this afternoon. 

“Celaka,” whispered Kratomlinggo. “How can these Duchy bastards know of my departure to Kotaraja ?!” 

Until then either he or his friends at all still do not know who the three humans who block at the end of the bridge. The horseman next to the face that was none other than Palak Luwing was laughing. 

“His lesson and my warning this afternoon is still not enough huh..,” jolt Tapak Luwing. 

Kratomlinggo did not answer. But secretly his right hand slipped behind his waist fingered upstream of the machete. The same thing was done by the four friends. And across the bridge again there was a thorny Tapak Luwing. As soon as his clumsiness stopped then he sounded. “You kunyuk-kunyuk want where to go?!” 

“We have no enmity with you. Therefore step aside, give way..” said Kratomlinggo anyway. 

“Request way ? Be able. Gone.” said Tapak Luwing also while the waist of his horse. 

It was allowed so much that it made Kratomlinggo and his friends became stuck, not moving on the backs of their respective horses. 

“Come, why don't you want to pass ?!,” ask Tapak Luwing. 

Kratomlinggo. And Tapak Luwing open the sound again, “Then, your rotten spirit will pass this bridge.” 

“Sret !” 

Luwing's place pulled out the machete. Sounded again twice the sound of “sret”, namely from the machetes that were revoked by the members of Tapak Luwing. Seeing this Kratomlinggo and his friends immediately drew each other's knives. 

“I know you are going to Kotaraja,” said Tapak Luwing while pulling his horse strap, “But know only your rotten spirits will face the King in the palace.” 

Within the distance of two spears, with one loud jolt then the Tapak Luwing horse leaped to the face. Two of his men followed. Three cleavers flashed under the dim light of the crescent moon. Five machete greeted him. 

“Trang .... trang ..... trang....” 

Fire flowers splashed. The noise of the machetes was followed by a cry of pain. Two of Kratomlinggo's comrades fell from the horse's back. One had his stomach, the other had his right arm. 

In the second breakthrough, the Black Three from Kali Comel who were still wearing the clothes of the Duchy soldiers, again sent a great attack without giving the opponent a chance. 

Two more people screamed and collapsed, the body of one of them then splashed into the river. Kratomlinggo itself made to fall from the horse's back, the cleaver loose. It was still fortunate until then that he had not been injured anything. 

And understand that to fight on is a futility, then this man immediately turns the body take a thousand steps. 

Tapak Luwing laughed. “Basic man kintel. Where are you going?!” 

From behind his belt the head of the Three Black Plotters from Kali Comel took out a dagger. This weapon shot out with a rustling sound. Kratomlinggo who did not know himself was being chased by death, continued to run. 

Just one more stick of the poison-containing dagger will stick on his back, so at that time also from the direction of the dark scrub on the river bank darted a silver white star-shaped object. 

“Tring.” 

Fire flowers splashed. Not only did this star-shaped object manage to make the poison blade of the Luwing Tread mentally, but it also broke the blade in two. 

Surprised by Mr. Luwing. He forgot his intention to kill Kratomlinggo. Immediately rotated his body. His sharp eyes had seen from which direction the strike of the star-shaped silver-white object had come. And put on the head of the Three Black Plot of the Comel Times. 

“Satan pedestal who meddles in people's affairs, out of your hiding place and receive my knives.” 

After saying so, Tapak Luwing threw at once three blades of his poisonous knife towards the thickets in the darkness. There was a whistling sound followed by a laughing voice. 

“I'm here man. Why attack the empty place ?!,” said the self-appearing human in a mocking tone. 

“Right rangsat..” maki Site Luwing. 

Throw it again with the left hand of a pair of dagger at the man who stood about six spears by the river.

and…..

Seriate....