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Chapter 32: Fighting in the Jungle (2)
At this time, King Wickram was surprisingly quiet. In the past, he would not let Betal talk nonsense like this; and Betal would always stop occasionally to ask him some very strange questions, and then use his harsh words The voice continues the story.

"Wickram! Bend at my feet and listen! (This is the most contemptuous way of speaking.)" Betal said.

In those times, it can be said that the kings of India had their worst luck.Listen to me, Shaka's rednecks (Brits) will come and harass them soon.

In Vendahaya there is a city called Tihamapur; Mahapur is its king.There is a warrior beside him, who is very powerful and familiar with Emperor Hanu Veda, (probably refers to the knowledge of bow and arrow. In India, bow and arrow are representatives of all weapons and have sacred meaning. It is divided into three types : Ordinary bow, ball or stone bow, crossbow or slingshot.) Proficient in various art of war, has always fought on the battlefield in person.He can predict the future through various signs, such as: a heavy rain before the war, an earthquake, a weapon dropped in the hands of a soldier, the scream of a vulture passing through the marching sky or circling near it, and the clear sky against the sunset glowing. The sound of thunder, the moon as big as a star, the blood dripping from the clouds, the sky is dark, the lightning flashes and the thunder, the unkempt female beggar in red, the flesh and blood under the general's left rib, the horses weeping or changing direction suddenly during the rapid march , Wait for some signs.

He was very supportive of one-on-one contests and sports competitions between soldiers.He has very strong wrestlers and quick-witted boxers under his command, who can hit the enemy's vitals with a single blow, or sneak attack from behind and tear the opponent in two.He swears to God that even those soldiers who died on the front line, he will tell them how to continue fighting the enemy in heaven, teach them how to overwhelm the enemy in momentum, and how to express contempt and insult to the enemy with expressions.Undoubtedly, honor is not only awarded to those who die, but also to those who fear death, those who are tireless, and those who fear the enemy.In every battle, these men are fearless; when faced with danger, they grow stronger and stronger, like the sun at noon, when it is at its most glorious.

However the Caucasians will attack the King Mahapur.They favor gold, steel, and firearms.Arms of gold, invincible, they overcame the valiant of foes; but we prolong the war to keep them quiet.They fire and smoke bombs with that terrible "firearm" (the ancient Indians don't seem to know that it is gunpowder), which contain large bullets, so heavy that they have to throw Biharata bows and arrows (such radiating balls are said to be every weighing [-] pounds) against them.They tied short daggers to the ends of the pipes, and stabbed their enemies in the heart like spears.

Mahapur is known for his bravery and skill in fighting.The king became more aggressive, and went out of the city to meet the white enemies.The flags of the front line are fluttering, and the battle drums are bursting; painted with Goru bird (a kind of Mercury, a god with a bird's head and bird wings, who is the mount of Vahana, the second person among the three Indian gods), Shiva The bull, the baohenya tree, the monkey god Hanuman, the lion and the tiger, the fish, the plate and the seven palm trees symbolize the rear of the formation; infantry with cannons, swords, shields, spears, daggers and clubs follow closely Then came the horses, oxen, camels, and elephants; finally, the drummers, water carriers, and logistics troops.

Caucasians voluntarily came to exile with fire-breathing weapons capable of blowing out flames as violent as Jevaramuk (Jevaramuk is a very famous hot spring in Baku, near the Caspian Sea) .Under the command of King Mahapur, the mighty army came to fight.The king planned carefully, forming the main force into a ring, the small detachment in the shape of a half moon, the third team like a cloud, and the rest of the team in the form of lions, tigers, chariots, lilies, giants and bulls.

Unfortunately, when the elephant was attacked by the fire, it immediately made a mess, turned around and ran away;Due to the lack of backup, Mahable quickly returned to the sedan chair, and fled to the depths of the jungle under the cover of night with his queen and his only daughter.

What three unfortunate people, just like that, they were separated from the main force.In the depths of the dense jungle, they can only feed on tree roots and wild fruits.Sometimes these foods cannot be found, and they have to eat the raw meat of wild animals.After hiding in the jungle for a few days, they found a village by accident, and Mahable wanted to go in and ask for something to eat.At this moment, the Bil wildlings who lived in the village rushed over, surrounded them, and ordered the king to put down the weapons in his hands.The well-prepared king Mahapur cleverly made arrangements for aiming, shooting and placing bows and arrows. In this way, he can get out of the range of the enemy's crossbows and arrows, and it is easy to shoot arrows quickly by himself, so that no savage dares to approach .The battle lasted for three hours, and there were many corpses of savages on the ground, but the brave king was also shot in the head by an arrow from the enemy.One of the wildlings came running and watched him die.

Seeing the death of King Mahapur, the queen and princess who returned to the jungle were deeply saddened.They escaped at last from the clutches of the Beal Savage, and after a walk of four miles, were so exhausted that they sat down to rest, while many things that had happened before came to their minds.

The vampire went on, they had clear eyes, beautiful hair--the hair fell like the tail of a Tartar cow, the roof was covered with thick thatch, smooth as oil, and black as clouds; Like a lily just out of the water; eyes like immature mango cores; a beautiful nose like the sharp mouth of a parrot; coral bead-like teeth exposed between the charming lips, as smart and attractive as the water of life.They are so cute!The tall breasts are like a box full of essence, and the fragrance is charming, like unpeeled bananas and uncovered crabs; the waist is as slender as the middle strings of a cello; the legs are like a soft elephant trunk, and the feet are golden yellow. water lilies.

Prickly shrubs grow everywhere in the dark jungle, and vines are densely covered in every corner, dark and dense, terrifying; long vines climb high, intertwined with each other, and in the night wind, they are as thick as giants The big tree let out a terrifying groan wantonly.What frightened them the most was not the tall and dense plants in front of them, but the ferocious Bill savage.If unfortunately they fall into the clutches again, the darker abyss will completely swallow them up.

The sun rises again.Caucasians dispose of dead bodies in the usual way.They cut off the hands of the dead, and some heads and feet, and not only that, but they dismembered many bodies into pieces, and threw them here and there like seeds.What a scene in the beautiful land of Biharat!Fragmented corpses are everywhere on the ground, the clear river is stained blood red, and wolves are playing in the bloody water; the predatory birds land on the treetops, drinking the human blood in the stream, the disgusting smell of blood makes people feel sick. They are very cheerful.

Two Caucasian father and son led a group of people to scrub in the forest to cover up the traces of slaughter on the battlefield, preparing to attack the women who would pass by here soon.By identifying footprints, they were able to determine where tigers, leopards, bears, jackals and wild dogs were hiding.Later, they were also able to use this method to determine the gender of passing pedestrians.

"In this forest, how do you recognize the sound of human footsteps?" asked the father.

"Father," the son replied, "the one walking in front must be a woman. The sound of a man's footsteps is not so low."

"The voice is indeed very strange." The elderly white pariah nodded. "You are right. How could such soft and slight footsteps belong to a man?"

"They're coming from the left," continued the son. "Listen! This is a married woman, and she's walking on the inside of her shoe. Oh, she's twisted her foot." This kind of person can hear it.

"Come here, boy! Let's search the woods!" cried the father. "Ah! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and a woman comes to the door of her own accord. But...

"No! You've made a mistake!" he said, looking at the path his son pointed out. "Just imagine she's a housewife. Look at the other person. Compared with the first one, this one has longer feet. The fingers touched the ground, and the heels stepped on the ground very hard. Yes, this must be a woman." The old white man heard the princess's footsteps.

The son liked the one with the little feet, and he said happily: "Okay, let's find them first. The woman with the little feet is mine, and the other one will be your wife."

After the two reached an agreement, they began to search on the road.Not far away, they saw two women lying on the ground.They were dying from excessive weakness and fear.The legs and feet of the two were full of thorn marks, and their clothes and accessories were also looted.The white Dalit father and son easily persuaded the unfortunate mother and daughter, happily carried them home and took good care of them.After this, the white son took the queen and the father took the princess.

Although the two marriages were very strange, the wedding of the father and son was held as scheduled.According to the mutual agreement, the father married the long-legged princess, and the son married the little-footed queen.Within a few months, the older white man, the old father who married the princess, held a celebration for the birth of another son of his; and his son who married the queen watched with satisfaction. The birth of a daughter.

So now, venerable king, please tell me: what is the relationship between the children of this Caucasian father and son?
King Wickram's brows were as black and bright as two sticks of charcoal in a charcoal stove.Once again such a question irritated him, but it was undoubtedly of great concern to him.He turned his head in the direction of Betal's speech, looking puzzled, obviously, he didn't know how to explain the incestuous relationship in this story.

"Hmph!" the brave king cleared his throat, he was still a little nervous, but at last he had better not speak when he remembered his panic.

"Oh, Your Majesty is finally going to speak with a golden mouth?" The vampire asked flatteringly.

After that, Betal was quiet for a moment, and he coughed twice impatiently.Finally, he asked Wickram if he wanted to hear another interesting story.

The king remained silent.He had been walking for a long time with unnaturally fast steps, and seeing some priests lighting torches in the distance, he hurried in that direction, almost out of breath, so even if he wanted to hear stories, he couldn't say no. Out of words.

"If you don't say a word like this," Betal said after waiting for a few minutes, "then the clever little prince may be able to answer my question." Obviously, what he said meant something else.

The wise Dihawahi also remained silent.

(End of this chapter)