Chapter 455 - Elbelm Of Rub El Hizb

Now, the site of trebuchets and catapults is broad open to the torches and blades of the ten men.

"How is it? How is it?" Semseddin met up with his men. "Have I not told you folks before that these Rumelians are nothing, but a fiddlestick disguised as a warrior, and it only takes one foot of us for them to come tumbling down!"

"Yes indeed your highness!" The guards answered excitedly, with blood covering the manes of their horses. "As long as we are united, the Ottomans can outmatch those infidels even if they out number us ten to one!"

"We got no more time to waste! Let us down! Burn down as many trebutchets as we can! Chop down as many technicians as we can! And make our run in ten minutes time!"

The Roman artillery site is now stripped naked to the torches and blades of the Ottomans. The ten riders continued charging in to the heavy ballistic war machines divided in to teams of two, with one in charge of killing and the other one in charge of setting fire.

Pyro, one of the most crucial element that is used to create the world, and turn human beings from raw eaters in to a more civilised and hygienic population in the old age, has turned against its benefactor, and it is the human beings themselves that used this element to turn on their own species creating one of the most deadliest weapon in the world.

One after another wooden structured trebutchets are being set alite by the Ottomans, the traditional cow skin and the cooling surrounding temperature provided little help facing the fire mixed in with herbal oil and black gun powder. Soon the smell of heavy smoke started to be dispersed around the site being mixed with random explosions. This fire is deemed to take any thing alive in its path, and seal the carcus in to the land as nothing but ashes and blackened dirt being painted on the ground. The sky, first starting to glow in to a vibrant red in no time, and soon turned in to a dull tragic black in colour when mixed in with all the ashes and chemicals of the gun powder that is able to be spotted even one Roman mile away, which is precisely the distance where Antonius is standing from here.

The admiral stood firm on the wooden tower, eyeing at the savage happening before his eyes, feeling the rising temperature that to him almost felt like the air inside a bread baking oven gushing through his face. Certainly, he do not have a decent mood looking at this, for he feels like his faces have just received two good tight slaps, as the commander in charge of the patrols and guards today have just promised him slapping his chest saying that 'No enemy infiltrator shall reach our camp, if one reaches our camp, my name is not Fisnik. You can call me Memec.'

"It is not the time to find out who created a hole in our defences to let the enemies through." Antonius gave his command with a green face. "Order Khalid and Abraham to lead the cavalries we have in the camp ready for deployment, and rush to the site as fast as they can to intercept those pricks who infiltrated in to our camp! Remember, I want them alive, now go at once!"

"Yes your majesty."

However, just like the traditional lores and tales where by the law enforcements always arrive late at a scene of violence, the cavalries of Khalid and Abraham too arrived way too late. They are greeted with nothing but ashes and choking smoke filled in the atmosphere, tainted with blackened after burns on the ground, random human bodies who are already starting to turn in to white chalks, and of course, the heavy war machines that are badly vandalised beyond shape, totally stripped of its former mighty image from its sheer height and power, now it can hardly stand and be operated any more. But where are the Ottoman infiltrators? They are now no where to be seen.

Semseddin is actually still lurking around in the woods under the disguise of the darkened sky, there is a saying that the culprit usually likes to stay in the scene of the crime to enjoy the stage show put up for them by their opponents. He was already here for quite a while, there were a bunch of goose heads who came here a while ago but left immediately, giving them the chance to start a second wave of attack but they are almost caught with surprise by these cavalries.

"Time for us to go, your highness." One of the Sanjek's noble guard, who has now been turned in to a unswerving faithful follower of Semseddin, came to remind him with his sight full of awe. "It is time to go, they shall find our that we are here in no time when they increase the radius of search."

"They came faster than what I have expected, I must say, we lost two brothers because of my fault." Semseddin replied with his teeth clenching inside his jaws. "That man who is leading the cavalries of the infidels, you spotted him?"

"Yes your highness..?"

"He is not a Rumelian, my instinct. He must be one of us, just look at the turban of his, the Rub el Hizb emblem on his plate armour. He must be one of us, a believer of the Mighty Allah who decided to become a traitor of the faith, the new apostate, the deserter of our people. Remember his face, that is the face of a truly despicable person."

"Yes! Your highness!" These words soon spread a round of hate by the Ottoman noble guards on Khalid, who totally did not realise that a bunch of people are cursing him in the woods crouching down there just less than forty meters away. He is busy scrutinising every inch of the scorched Earth to find the trace of his unwelcomed guests.

"Let us go, I bet they would not welcome our presence here if they found out about our location."