Now is the time to confront those damn pirates! thought the king.
The hundreds of soldiers that were still owned by the Angholi Kingdom gathered in the forecourt of the palace, lined up in certain groups. The archers, soldiers who wielded spears, as well as those who wielded swords and machetes, all lined up neatly.
The number increased by the joining of those from the Ksatrya, Brahmana, Garga, and those who mastered various magic and supernatural powers, the warriors. Everyone was waiting for the king's command.
Shaswita Sena rode on a white horse accompanied by—at least, six Rank One Commanders.
"Remember this!" said the king in a booming voice. "Break them to the end! Don't let them threaten the lives of your children!"
Everyone shouted with their hands raised or the weapons they had in their hands.
"Move…!" shouted a commander.
