“What’s the news?” I asked for it, took it from him, and looked through it.
“They are near,”
“Keep an eye on them,” I replied, passing it back to him.
I sat on the stone with a bag in my hand, waiting for the boats to arrive. A wave of panic washed over the soldier as he gazed through the glasses.
“Did you find the king of the army?” I asked him, and he squinted his eyes.
“Yes,” he replied,“it seems like the army has a king,” although he was unsure.
Sailing the boat, I arrived at the cannon we had. Then, I took the gun from my bag and stood up.
“Light the fire,” I ordered a small troop of soldiers.
They lit the fire, took their arrows, and bowed out.
I bit my lip and fired a shot into the air, alerting the entire army of invaders.
Hundreds of boats were approaching. They drew their swords out, and suddenly, the fireworks began.
A loud, earth-shattering sound erupted through the mountain ranges as we fired the first cannon, targeting the boat and killing around fifty soldiers at a time.
Eklavya managed the army from the other side of the mountains, and I watched the invaders jump into the water, trying to emerge from the river.
“Give me the bow,” I asked the soldier. Tugging the arrow on the bow, I lit its oiled tip and pointed at the river’s shore, where the vast dried grass stood tall.
It was covered with the burning oil.
I loosened my fingers, and within a fraction of a moment, the grassy beach was blazing with fire.
Eklavya did the same from the other side, and soldiers boosted the cannon attacks.
But the invaders also spotted us and took out their bows and arrows.
Lowering my arrow, I fired a shot from my gun to signal the soldiers to step up the cannon attacks. Our soldiers, camouflaged by the trees, began their archery assault.
The noise of cannons echoed through the mountain ranges, shaking the vast stones with earth-shattering tremors. A cataclysmic roar threatened to destroy everything in its path.
The sky filled with dark clouds, a mixture of smoke from the gunpowder and the burning grass.
I coughed and watched the enemy soldiers burning as they jumped into the river, becoming a feast for crocodiles, if there were any, in the water.
It was satisfying to treat them as they had treated others. How could they even think about burning our kingdom, our region?
I didn’t want to leave a single one of them alive. They were struggling. They bled. One got shot into his head; his head burst open, satisfying me for some strange reason.
I wanted to see them bleed with pain. They had enraged me.
Their cries blurred under the cannon’s attacks. A round shot landed right over a big ship. It cracked in two on the spot. The explosion burned the soldiers. They threw their hands, shredded clothes, jumped into the water, but our archers fucked them, piercing their hearts.
The boats behind the sunken one turned around and fastened onto us. And I immediately fired three gunshots, pinning the soldiers’attention on them.
Archers mounted their horses and took down the invaders.
I climbed on my horse, armed with my gun, bow, arrows, and sword, and gripped the reins with my trembling fingers.
“Come on, Ashwait. I need to fuck them down,” I told my horse, bouncing on his back as he raced faster through the steep mountain in a crisscross pattern, avoiding the trees.
