Dawn.
Snore…
Makjeong startled awake, jolted by the sound of his own snoring. The faint light seeping through signaled the break of dawn.
Unlike him, the other squad mbers were already awake. Despite the grueling battle yesterday, which should have left everyone deeply asleep until late, they were up.
Pushing aside his straw mat, Makjeong sat up.
Rather than wishing for more sleep, he felt a deep gratitude simply for being alive.
As he stood, his back, shoulders, and arms protested with a stiffness that hadn’t been there before he slept. The aftermath of yesterday’s life-or-death struggle had set in, and his entire body ached.
Noticing Makjeong stirring, Gaesang, who was keeping watch beyond the palisade, called out.
“Awake?”
“Yes, I’m up… but it feels like I’m dying.”
Makjeong stretched his sore back and scanned the squad.
Squad Leader Nam Pae, along with Yeopchi, Chobak, and Mukjin, were seated, sipping from sothing.
“What about Madal?”
“He’s taking a shit.”
“Oh…”
Makjeong stretched his aching body as he approached the front of the palisade. Beyond the mountains where the Shang forces were stationed, the sun was beginning to rise.
“Makjeong, have so of this,” Nam Pae called, holding out a steaming wooden cup.
“What is this…?”
“Madal fetched a barrel of hot water before he went to relieve himself.”
“Oh…”
Taking the cup, Makjeong sipped the hot water. The warmth spread through his body, bringing an unexpected comfort.
“Woke up feeling like you’ve been run over, huh?” Gaesang asked, to which Makjeong nodded.
“Yes. I didn’t think I got hit much yesterday, but why does my whole body hurt? Did you guys step on in your sleep?”
“Heh. Why wouldn’t we? We’re just as sore all over.”
The rising steam carried with it the overwhelming stench of blood, which soon filled Makjeong’s nostrils. The camp reeked from the corpses they had moved but not yet buried.
“Ugh… the sll is awful,” Makjeong muttered.
“Right? They say we’ll bury them after breakfast, but with this stink, who can eat? Why don’t they just bury them first and eat later?” Gaesang grimaced, clearly repulsed by the odor.
Behind him, Yeopchi chid in.
“There are too many bodies to bury before breakfast. Even if we start now, it’d take all day. And honestly, I’d rather not touch corpses before eating.”
“Damn it all…” Gaesang muttered, and silence settled over the squad once again.
Although they had slept well, buoyed by the previous night’s victory, the new day brought the unease of uncertainty. Who knew what might happen today?
Just then, Madal returned, his steps lighter than before.
“Ahh, I feel alive again. I must’ve shit out a whole bucket’s worth! Oh, Makjeong’s up?”
“Yes.”
“So, no injuries or anything?”
Plop.
Madal plopped down on the ground and looked at Makjeong with concern.
“No injuries, just a bit sore all over.”
“Sore, huh? That’s a relief. You know, when I went down earlier, I passed by where they’ve put the wounded. Man… a ton of people must’ve died overnight. The place was packed with corpses. Tsk tsk.”
“……”
Madal’s words cast a heavy shadow over the mood. Realizing he might have said too much, he scratched the back of his head awkwardly.
“Hey, better to die fighting than to get injured and linger like that. Even a cut on your finger in a place like that feels like a death sentence. Heh.”
Though spoken as a joke, everyone silently agreed. On a battlefield like this, injuries were a death sentence if left untreated.
But to avoid injuries, the enemy would have to stop attacking altogether.
“Squad Leader, do you think they’ll co again today?” Makjeong asked.
“Hard to say. Madal, they got hit harder yesterday than before, right?”
At Nam Pae’s question, Madal tilted his head thoughtfully before answering.
“From what I saw, there are over four hundred Shang corpses down there.”
Nam Pae did so quick calculations, his expression turning grim.
“So out of a thousand, maybe five hundred of them can still fight? No, factoring in the wounded, let’s say about four hundred… And over here, the officer said yesterday we’ve got about a hundred and thirty left who can fight. If they push again… this could get ugly.”
Nam Pae’s bleak assessnt prompted Chobak to speak up.
“Eh, I think there are way more injured on their side. Most of the ones running away yesterday had arrows sticking out of them.”
Mukjin nodded in agreent.
“Exactly. They took heavier losses than last ti, and with their morale in the gutter after losing so many, would they really want to attack again so soon?”
Their reasoning was sound, and Nam Pae’s expression softened a bit.
“Maybe you’re right. I guess after losing so many every ti they charge, they’d think twice before coming back. Heh.”
“Anyway, don’t worry too much about today, Makjeong. They’ll need to regroup too before they try anything.”
“Yeah, they’re probably all hobbling around in their camp right now. Still, I just hope we bury those corpses soon. This sll is unbearable!”
The squad’s banter continued, but Makjeong turned his gaze back toward the Shang camp.
The sun was rising, its light gradually brightening the world. A new day had begun.
‘If I were to run, today would be the perfect opportunity…’
Makjeong raised his hand to shield his eyes from the morning glare.
And yet, that sa inexplicable feeling clung to him, anchoring him to this place, unwilling to let him go.
*****
After breakfast, the squad, hoping to bury the dead as their first task, was instead ordered by their officers to repair the damaged palisades.
The parts of the palisade heavily damaged by the enemy’s axes were replaced entirely, while weaker sections were reinforced by packing soil around the base and hamring in long nails.
Support braces were also added to the front and back of the palisade to prevent it from swaying or being pulled down.
Once the repairs were complete, they descended the mountain to the area where the palisade had been breached the day before. Alongside other squads, they began constructing a new one. The ground here was soaked in blood, and every ti they dug into the earth to plant the wooden stakes, dark, blood-stained soil erged.
Despite the grueling work, the soldiers knew that their lives depended on the strength of the palisade. Without complaint, they labored on.
By the ti the work was finished, it was late morning, around the Hour of the Snake (11 AM–1 PM). The soldiers gathered in their squads to rest briefly.
The sun had grown warm enough that the n could strip off their clothes to cool down. Makjeong joined his squadmates in turning their shirts inside out, plucking lice from the seams as they chatted. Suddenly, they noticed a line of people marching up from the base of the mountain.
“Hey, what’s that? Reinforcents?”
Madal craned his neck, squinting as he called out.
“Reinforcents?”
Makjeong perked up at the ntion, straining to get a better look.
“Yeah. You ca from Myeon Fortress, but these guys must be from another stronghold,” Madal said.
Sure enough, the new arrivals were reinforcents conscripted from another fortress.
Just as Makjeong had when he first arrived, they imdiately set to work stripping armor, helts, and boots from the corpses scattered at the foot of the mountain. There were fewer than a hundred of them.
Makjeong couldn’t help but feel disappointed by their small numbers.
“They should’ve sent more. Back in Myeon Fortress, they grabbed people like without a second thought…”
“Haha. Makjeong, I bet a lot of those guys were dragged here against their will, just like you,” Yeopchi said, clapping Makjeong on the shoulder.
The low number of reinforcents was disheartening, but it was better than none.
“Yeopchi, does this an we don’t have to bury the corpses? When we first arrived, we had to do all that, right?” Makjeong asked, his tone tinged with hope.
Nam Pae shook his head.
“No chance. Look at them—there’s barely any of them, and there are still so many bodies. Besides, if we don’t help, the stench will only get worse. By tomorrow, it’ll be unbearable. You want your nose to rot?”
Sure enough, the order soon ca for all soldiers to descend and begin burying the dead.
With a resigned expression, Makjeong turned to Nam Pae.
“Squad Leader, shall we go…?”
“Damn it. Alright, boys, let’s get moving,” Nam Pae grumbled.
*****
That evening.
Three new mbers were added to Nam Pae’s squad.
Two were reinforcents who had arrived earlier, and the third was a soldier who had survived the total annihilation of his previous squad.
The reinforcents included Obyeok, an older man who appeared to be even older than Nam Pae, and Ayong, a boy younger than Makjeong. The survivor of the wiped-out squad, Deokheung, was Makjeong’s age.
After introducing themselves, they explained that they and the other reinforcents had co from Samok Fortress near Myeon Fortress.
When asked if they had heard anything about the war on their way here, Obyeok relayed what little he knew:
U Kingdom and Shang Kingdom were locked in a series of back-and-forth battles. In other areas, massive clashes had resulted in thousands of deaths, though he didn’t know the nas of the locations or the outcos.
Nam Pae scowled at this vague response.
“Hmph. ‘Don’t know the outco,’ my ass. If they can’t say anything, it’s because we lost. Damn it.”
On the battlefield, news of defeats was rarely disclosed. Soldiers caught spreading rumors about losses faced harsh punishnt, sotis even execution.
The higher-ups ensured that only news of victories was shared, knowing how detrintal defeatist talk could be to morale.
“Everyone, you know the drill. Don’t let the officers hear you talking about the situation elsewhere. That goes for you too, Obyeok.”
“Yes, understood,” the older man replied.
With the war news shared, the conversation shifted to personal matters.
Obyeok revealed he had been conscripted for failing to pay taxes, while Deokheung and Ayong were slaves.
The kingdom had offered slaves conscription in exchange for the promise of emancipation after the war. For slaves, this was a lifelong dream, yet it was hardly an appealing prospect to risk death for such a reward.
Only those who found their lives as slaves unbearable or believed they were dood regardless volunteered for service. anwhile, their masters resented the kingdom for forcibly seizing their property.
Both Obyeok and Ayong were quiet and ek, clearly unsuited to the brutality of war. Though none of the squad openly comnted, it was hard to imagine either of them surviving a battle like the one they had fought the previous day.
“At least Deokheung has seen combat. He’ll adapt quickly. Makjeong, take care of Ayong, alright? He’s the youngest now.”
“Yes, sir.”
Now numbering ten, Nam Pae’s squad watched as the sun dipped below the horizon, each lost in their thoughts about the uncertainties of tomorrow.
What would the next day bring?
Pushed along by the relentless tide of fate, they could only follow the current, powerless to control its course.
Makjeong, too, remained indecisive about his path.
At first, he had resolved to flee to the Shang Kingdom, but doubt had crept in, shaking his determination.
His mind told him to escape, yet his heart held him back.
It was a stifling feeling.
And yet.
Like the stars twinkling in the dark, boundless sky, Makjeong wanted to believe that as long as his will burned on, he would one day find his direction and purpose.
No. He decided he would believe it.
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