Hopkin was still keeping an eye on this gleaming silver bracelet. "Fricker, your coming here has given me a big surprise." Then he looked at Brockley's face with a bitter smile. "You two may sleep in the special guest room. You two will also have a fine meal tonight, whatever you ask for, there will be servants to deliver it. Enjoy your happy night!"Hokpin travelled to her father's residence tonight, a luxurious residence for a royal advisor, not much different from her own.Brockley and Riley went inside. Having lived on a shoestring for twenty years, they were amazed to receive such excellent service from the young general. If the guest room alone was luxurious beyond belief, what about the Young General's room? So, it's natural that many people in the world are power-crazy, because this is what they are after, pleasure, enjoyment.Three female servants approached them with an enormous meal. One of them said kindly, "If it's not enough, just tell us, and we'll get more."Brockley a
A barracks contains one platoon, or between forty and fifty soldiers. They are led by one senior soldier. A company contains four to ten platoons, led by one Commander.Young General Hopkin would increase the number of Commanders from nineteen to twenty. The decision was made because the number of main troops was currently close to ten thousand.Young General Hopkin gathered all the troop commanders as well as representatives from thirty senior soldiers. Today they would all be assessors as well as witnesses to the appointment of the new Commander candidate."Fricker! Come forward to the centre of the field. First, you will have a wrestling match with one of the trained common soldiers. If you fail the first stage, you will not be able to continue to the next stage of the test."Brockley got ready, jumping up and down while clenching his fists. He punched the air in front of him. Victory was a must if he wanted his plans to go smoothly.A black, shirtless soldier came forward. He watc
Given that his position was increasingly threatened, Harlino ventured to fight Brockley. There was no way to go but for him to intervene himself. He definitely could not count on anyone this time."General, if I lose, well, I'll remain a loyal senior soldier. And if he wins, I let him be the Commander of my troops." Harlino braced himself.As the deputy commander and having little authority in the military, Hopkin still had to listen to the words of his subordinates, especially by a highly experienced figure like Harlino. Originally Hopkin wanted to summon one of the formidable fighters currently inside the barracks, but he now seemed to have to give Harlino a chance."Are you sure you can beat him?" asked the General with narrowed eyes.Harlino raised his face and replied confidently. "I will defeat him!""If you can defeat him, you will be the new troop commander.""Yes, I will!"After taking a short break and drinking some water, Brockley was then handed a sword weighing six kilos
In no time at all, they were trading blows.Rrtt..."Eghr!" Brockley whimpered slightly as his arm was slashed, had he not moved to evade, his left arm could have been severed.Not wasting any time, Harlino rushed forward as he swung his sword up and down at the head, but Brockley made the same move as before to the black man while slamming his sword into Harlino's sword.Tring!Brockley kicked one of Harlino's legs and Harlino fell forwards, his sword thrown far away. As Harlino lay prone under Brockley's body, that was when Brockley brought the tip of his sword close to Harlino's neck."I can kill you if I want to," Brockley said coldly.Not long after, Harlino raised his hands while saying resignedly, "I surrender!" I surrender!"Hearing the loser's words, Brockley threw his sword so that it landed right next to Harlino's weakened sword. Brockley's sword stood firmly, while his opponent's drooped helplessly.Brockley lowered his head and spoke loudly near Harlino's ear. "Are you gi
This novel is a translation of the novel entitled "KISAH GLORY : PANGLIMA PERANG". If there are errors in writing and spelling, sorry. Happy reading.***"Howeeek... Howeeek...” The baby's cries were heard big and clear by Avraam who was outside the house. He had been walking up and down restlessly, worried that something would happen to her first child, and really hoped that her child would be born healthy and perfect. "It's a boy!" screamed the woman inside. When he heard that, Avraam immediately smiled with emotion, very happy. After the delivery process was complete, Avraam immediately entered and immediately held his eldest son who was so handsome and kissed him, then gave him a name. “Brockley Leofric! I hope he will become a formidable leader in the future.” Avraam brought the baby closer to his wife who was still lying weakly on the bed. He joked with his wife that their son's face only looked like his father's, nothing from his mother's. Hearing that, Megan smiled to her
The trip to Manton Village takes five full days if you use a vehicle. Herbert who is in his thirties becomes the leader of the trip. He was entrusted with protecting the safety of the other four people who were in the horse-drawn carriage. Herbert spurred his horse very slowly while watching both sides of the road. The area they passed through was a vast forest. If they don't know the terrain, their lives could be threatened, either by attacks by thieves or attacks by wild animals. Brockley could be heard crying inside, while Riley had been trying to keep him quiet. Afternoon. The Omra Empire's war troop had already arrived at the southeast end of Arbilis Village. Their War General brought seven hundred troops, consisting of five hundred infantry, one hundred cavalry, and one hundred archers. Meanwhile, the troops from Arbilis Village had also arrived earlier. Fifty women were assigned as archers, while three hundred men as troops wielding swords and spears. If you look at the nu
Brockley grew fast and healthy. At a young age, Riley taught him to read and count. "What's five plus five?" Riley asked, grinning at Brockley. “Hmm… Ten!” Brockley answered without hesitation. Riley gave two thumbs up. Like a teacher and according to the mandate from Avraam, Riley teaches and educates Brockley wholeheartedly. From baby Brockley until he was five years old, Riley took care of him, bathed him, wetted him, comforted him, fed him and gave him bedtime stories. Riley teaches sitting, crawling, standing, walking and talking. Riley always kept an eye on him all the time and everywhere. If Brockley wanted to play outside the house, she would happily accompany him. If Brockley whined about something, she complied. She never got angry when Brockley was naughty. Never mind hitting, even yelling at him never. She raised and educated Brockley with great patience and tenderness. She loved Brockley as much as she loved her self. When Brockley was eight years old, Riley often t
King Avraam repeatedly searched for his son and his entourage but to no avail. For dozens of years he waited for the presence of his eldest son. And Megan, for a dozen years he missed her too. The husband and wife were anxiously looking for and waiting for Brockley. Uncle Herbert had another policy. He decided to return Brockley back to the village when Brockley was an adult accompanied by extraordinary martial arts knowledge and skills. Another reason was that he thought that the Omra Empire must have won the war and had taken control of the village. If he went home now, of course he and the others would just be slaves, or at least ordinary people who had to work for the Omra Empire and pay taxes every month. For Herbert, he had to make Brockley equal to a War General, if not more so. "When are we going home, Uncle?" asked Brockley after he'd just had some martial arts training. His teenage years were filled with daily physical exercise. Not a day without practice. “When you can
In no time at all, they were trading blows.Rrtt..."Eghr!" Brockley whimpered slightly as his arm was slashed, had he not moved to evade, his left arm could have been severed.Not wasting any time, Harlino rushed forward as he swung his sword up and down at the head, but Brockley made the same move as before to the black man while slamming his sword into Harlino's sword.Tring!Brockley kicked one of Harlino's legs and Harlino fell forwards, his sword thrown far away. As Harlino lay prone under Brockley's body, that was when Brockley brought the tip of his sword close to Harlino's neck."I can kill you if I want to," Brockley said coldly.Not long after, Harlino raised his hands while saying resignedly, "I surrender!" I surrender!"Hearing the loser's words, Brockley threw his sword so that it landed right next to Harlino's weakened sword. Brockley's sword stood firmly, while his opponent's drooped helplessly.Brockley lowered his head and spoke loudly near Harlino's ear. "Are you gi
Given that his position was increasingly threatened, Harlino ventured to fight Brockley. There was no way to go but for him to intervene himself. He definitely could not count on anyone this time."General, if I lose, well, I'll remain a loyal senior soldier. And if he wins, I let him be the Commander of my troops." Harlino braced himself.As the deputy commander and having little authority in the military, Hopkin still had to listen to the words of his subordinates, especially by a highly experienced figure like Harlino. Originally Hopkin wanted to summon one of the formidable fighters currently inside the barracks, but he now seemed to have to give Harlino a chance."Are you sure you can beat him?" asked the General with narrowed eyes.Harlino raised his face and replied confidently. "I will defeat him!""If you can defeat him, you will be the new troop commander.""Yes, I will!"After taking a short break and drinking some water, Brockley was then handed a sword weighing six kilos
A barracks contains one platoon, or between forty and fifty soldiers. They are led by one senior soldier. A company contains four to ten platoons, led by one Commander.Young General Hopkin would increase the number of Commanders from nineteen to twenty. The decision was made because the number of main troops was currently close to ten thousand.Young General Hopkin gathered all the troop commanders as well as representatives from thirty senior soldiers. Today they would all be assessors as well as witnesses to the appointment of the new Commander candidate."Fricker! Come forward to the centre of the field. First, you will have a wrestling match with one of the trained common soldiers. If you fail the first stage, you will not be able to continue to the next stage of the test."Brockley got ready, jumping up and down while clenching his fists. He punched the air in front of him. Victory was a must if he wanted his plans to go smoothly.A black, shirtless soldier came forward. He watc
Hopkin was still keeping an eye on this gleaming silver bracelet. "Fricker, your coming here has given me a big surprise." Then he looked at Brockley's face with a bitter smile. "You two may sleep in the special guest room. You two will also have a fine meal tonight, whatever you ask for, there will be servants to deliver it. Enjoy your happy night!"Hokpin travelled to her father's residence tonight, a luxurious residence for a royal advisor, not much different from her own.Brockley and Riley went inside. Having lived on a shoestring for twenty years, they were amazed to receive such excellent service from the young general. If the guest room alone was luxurious beyond belief, what about the Young General's room? So, it's natural that many people in the world are power-crazy, because this is what they are after, pleasure, enjoyment.Three female servants approached them with an enormous meal. One of them said kindly, "If it's not enough, just tell us, and we'll get more."Brockley a
In the morning, Brockley and Riley continued their journey, and eventually arrived at the main gate of the Glory Kingdom's fortress in Gloriston City at night.Riley was stunned at all the changes. "The atmosphere is so different from when I left twenty years ago."The two of them were confronted by the five security guards on duty at the gate. "Who are you, where are you from, and where are you going?" asked one of them who had a sword ready behind his back.Brockley came forward. "I'm Fric and she's my girlfriend, Rose. We come from the north to settle in Gloriston. I am the baggage of Village Chief Ferro, let me see Young General Hopkin.""You can't! It's already night. The General cannot be disturbed. What is your need?" asked the head of security who also served as a senior soldier, his name was Harlino."I want to apply to become a troop commander."The senior soldier and his four men laughed out loud."You're still very young. There's a job opening at the iron factory to produc
If you want to be a strong warlord, you must first understand the basic theory. Brockley had learnt quite a lot from Herbet and also read ancient books, but that was not enough. Thus, on this second day he would learn a lot about how to become a true warlord."During the war against the Omra Empire's army, your father prioritised tactics over technique. This was because the troops had no war experience at the time and were not well equipped with weapons. His strategy was to place the archers on both sides of the hill. The lure was the infantry near the lake. The enemy thought that the troops from Arbilis Village were only near the lake, whereas there were archers on the other side of the hill."As one of the war commanders back then, Hudde remembers very well how Avraam led his troops. "I have never seen a man so gallant and brave as your father, Brockley. Just so you know, with my own eyes, I witnessed him kill at least thirty enemies with his own sword. He sat mightily on his horse,
Muscular strength would be useless if the mind is chaotic and the soul is sick. Therefore, on the first day, Hudde taught Brockley spiritual knowledge so that he would be better prepared mentally to deal with the pressures around the palace."Sit cross-legged. Close your eyes. Just listen to the sound of birds chirping and leaves rustling. Empty your mind and focus. Eliminate whatever is going through your mind. Calm your heart."Brockley did as Hudde instructed, although it was a little difficult at first because within a few seconds, there were several things that came to mind, and there were also sounds ringing in his ears."Brockley, it's a very natural thing and everyone will experience it. But, everyone has different levels of stress and calmness. Always try to stay calm and relaxed. Don't ever get tense, you'll end up with nerve damage."Brockley then adjusted his breathing to calm his body and mind. He breathed in deeply, then exhaled slowly, repeating this over and over again
There were still a few questions running through Brockley's mind. And they needed to be answered before he returned to Gloriston. Although he had understood the subject matter and storyline so far, he still needed direction and solutions from his teacher."Master Hudde, I visited Ferro Village a while ago and met with Mundric's son. He met the village chief and then bought poison from a Saxon healer. I think it's closely related to all the stories I've heard, the tragedy of my parents' murder.""Brockley, you are young and can already think that critically. Who was the person who taught you?""That sleeping woman, Master. She taught me a lot about the Greek science of thinking."Hudde smiled again. "I know that Mundric is good at negotiation. He knows all the village chiefs under the rule of the Glory Kingdom, including the chief of Ferro Village. I learnt from the people of Ferro Village that Mundric went to Ferro Village five years ago and two years ago and visited the Saxon healer'
"My opinion was accepted by most of the higher-ups in the palace, the reason being that Grock was considered unfit to lead. However, some time after Queen Megan was crowned the supreme leader of the kingdom, I was slandered as having betrayed the kingdom. They said I was one of the people who planned the assassination of the King."Brockley stared into Hudde's eyes for a long time. His gaze sharpened and his expression was very serious. "Master, is it Mundric, the former Arbilis Village Chief who has slandered you?""Who else would it be?"Hudde said that ever since Avraam was made King twenty years ago, Mundric had been plotting to overthrow Avraam's rule. Mundric had always been unwilling to let the position of village leader change hands, especially since the King was once his subordinate."Mundric always appeared good to the late King Avraam and the people in the palace, but behind it he had big plans." Then Hudde bowed his head. "I have a strong suspicion that Mundric is the mast