Part : 05 Marriage alliance

                                    

                                          
The battlefield stretched as far as the eye could see, a sea of chaos and carnage as the Jaehan's army advanced relentlessly across the Beohan's plains. The sound of metal clashing against metal filled the air, mingled with the cries of wounded soldiers and the roar of commanders giving orders. The sky, dark and overcast, hung heavy above them, as if the heavens themselves were mourning the bloodshed unfolding below.
The Beohan's had fought fiercely, but it was clear from the beginning that they were outmatched. The Jaehan's army, under the command of King Jeon Jungkook, was an unstoppable force---disciplined, ruthless, and unyielding. For every Beohan's warrior that fell, more Jaehan's soldiers surged forward, overwhelming them with sheer numbers and superior strategy.
The battle had raged for hours, but now, as dusk began to fall, the tide had turned definitively in the Jaehan's favor.
On a small hill overlooking the battlefield, Jeon Jungkook sat atop his horse, his cold eyes surveying the scene below. His black armor gleamed in the fading light, and his face was expressionless as he watched his army tear through the Beohan's ranks with brutal efficiency. Around him, his commanders stood at attention, their faces grim with the weight of the victory they knew was near.
Jungkook's eyes narrowed as he watched the Beohan's soldiers fall back, their once formidable lines crumbling under the relentless onslaught of his forces. Their army had been brave, but bravery meant little when faced with overwhelming strength. The Beohan's had been a thorn in his side for too long, resisting his rule, clinging to their independence. Today, that resistance would be shattered.
"Your Majesty," a voice called from beside him, breaking through the din of battle.
Jungkook glanced over to see one of his commanders, a grizzled man named Hyeon, riding up to him. The man's armor was splattered with blood, his face set in a grim expression. "The Beohan's forces are retreating. Their lines are broken. It won't be long now."
Jungkook gave a curt nod, his gaze returning to the battlefield. He could see the Beohan soldiers falling back, their movements desperate as they tried to regroup. But it was too late. The Jaehan's had them surrounded, their retreat cut off by the cavalry flanking from the sides.
"Order the final advance," Jungkook said coldly, his voice carrying over the wind. "I want this finished."
Hyeon bowed his head, his face hardening as he turned to relay the order to the rest of the commanders. "Yes, Your Majesty."
With a single, sharp command, the Jaehan's forces surged forward, their banners fluttering in the wind as they pressed the attack. The sound of hooves thundering across the ground echoed like the heartbeat of a dying beast, and the Beohan's, already exhausted and bloodied, were driven back even further.
Jungkook watched with cold satisfaction as his army tore through the remaining Beohan's forces. The outcome was inevitable now. The Beohan's were finished.
The once-proud army of Beohan's was reduced to scattered groups of soldiers, desperately trying to fend off the Jaehan's, but it was clear to anyone who looked that their defeat was certain. As the last pockets of resistance were crushed, the battlefield fell eerily silent, the only sounds now the cries of the wounded and the heavy breathing of exhausted soldiers.
Jungkook urged his horse forward, riding down the hill and into the heart of the battlefield. His soldiers parted for him as he approached, their expressions a mix of awe and fear as they bowed their heads in respect. The sight of their king, imposing and unflinching in his black armor, was enough to silence any lingering doubts about their victory.
He rode through the bodies of fallen soldiers, both Beohan's and Jaehan's, without a flicker of emotion. This was the price of war. This was what it took to build an empire.