God of Blackfield

Hooked and hot heat and dust dug into the barracks.

“Today's operation is to disable the brains of the Sunni follower SISS. The Allies have a total of 49 troops, including five of us, and the hostiles are individually armed and have an estimated troop strength of approximately 350 to 500. ”

Commander Shahran explains the operation with an extended map as a baton.

“What did he say?”

“Hold still.”

When Algerian D'Yeru asked in English a little better than French, the lecture gave a short answer.

“The 3rd Battalion is responsible for career pioneering and protection. Keep in mind, the operation lasts until you kill the enemy's brain, Masalan. If you succeed in the operation, you will withdraw regardless of the remaining enemy. ”

“Channy?”

“Wong!”

Daeyeru rolled his big eyeballs with his throat tucked in.

“Departure in 30 minutes. Do you have any questions? ”

When Shahran finished speaking, his gaze was drawn to the hymn in unison.

“Is the fallout the same as before? ”

In a fluent hymn, Shahran nods without hesitating a bit. This concludes the Operation Meeting.

The time left until departure was 30 minutes, the equipment checked and a cigarette finished.

“Channy!”

The arm that protrudes out of the sleeve of D'Ye is thigh but strong enough to do it. I had big eyes on my bald head, and I was born in Algeria with black skin and white eyes and white eyes shining brightly.

Once poisoned, you can't cover the water fire and never lose because of that nature. Then he came in with one fold to Kang Chan, the old commander. Because it is more poisonous than itself.

“Darye!”

“Yetsu.”

“Kill him. And if I say so, fall in love. Okay? I'll kill you! I'm signaling! I'm falling! Okay?”

“Okay!”

I only followed the hymns that I dealt with in dozens of large and small battles. For him who did not understand the urgent language coming from the radio, the brief explanation and instruction of the hymn was the only lifeline.

Cheers. “Let's go. ”

When the commander of the squad heard the command, a hymn stood up and the old men followed.

Three have not yet been recruited into the old unit of twelve.

Korean commander, three Algerians, one Australian, two Americans, two French. The official term is blown and, above all, an emphasis test, but the hymn of Dayeh was superior and passed, and I finally brought it here.

Wind in Africa is dry and hot.

While breathing, the heat seems to melt the nose and lungs, so covering the nose and mouth with a muffler feels rather cool.

Still about 20 minutes to destination, Kang Chan took a cigarette out of his top pocket and asked his mouth.

Iron Kung. Cheers. Cheers. Cheers.

High temperatures often cause burns due to the petrol vaporization of the zipper lighter, and there are incidents of fiber friction in the pockets. So here I mix oil in a zipper lighter. Instead, the fire didn't stick, but all the petrol was better than blowing and igniting the fire.

“Whoo.”

Strong hymns emit long bursts of tobacco smoke.

‘2007.'

I didn't like to count dates every time I went to battle, so I deliberately repeated my training. It was from a commitment not to be a one-year-old, and now it has become a habit.

“Captain.”

“What?”

Kang Chan was so rude to speak Korean that it didn't work unless it was a special situation. And at the moment of urgency, it was a strange moment to convey emotions accurately.

“Harem tonight, okay? ”

“Nokay!”

Smythen is an ignorant American.

He used to dream of marrying a beautiful French woman and setting up a winery with ranches and vineyards, but no one believed he would achieve that dream. The disadvantage was that they liked women too much, and the advantage was that their colleagues could rest comfortably while they were looking for them.

“Stop.”

As Kang Chan said to himself, all the old men did not seem to be able to move.

A meadow.

Before the dry season came, there were still bushes.

Stepping on a cigarette thrown at the floor, the thunderclap swiftly swept around.

What is it?

Kang Chan is the most obvious reason for surviving this ferocious land, and the reason the Old Testament believes a word he said more than a weapon is now in the same sense.

2 km to destination

The old men desperately looked around and tried to find out why the hymn stopped.

“Hey, Malcolm! ”

Kang Chan pointed his eyes at Malcolm with his index finger and stop, then again at ten o'clock and two o'clock. Look in that direction with a telescope.

“Now. channy. ”

Malcolm shakes his head.

“What is it?”

If you do not participate in the operation for no specific reason, you must be lucky to be forced out of the country, and if you are incapacitated, you can also be executed.

Hemicephaly.

By the way, what is this anxiety that strikes you so hard?

Kang Chan heavily breathed.

He affixed the index finger and the stop, specifying where each seat would be located from the left. His hands moved quickly and sharply, as if the engagement had already begun.

Pavabac.

Even Smythen was jumping like a scene in a movie behind an obscure tree.

That son of a bitch! ’

When he saw the dust made by Smythen bloom white like a flare, he took two breaths to suppress the slaughter.

Now the rest of us deal with D'Ye.

“Darye.”

The letter that followed started calling him Japanese became the name of the whole crew.

He swiftly approaches with a large chunk swinging left and right.

My eyes fluttered from the face of the auditorium, which turned brown. The big eyes on the slack face, and the Orientals, they're not the only ones who look at their horrendous bodies and hit them. I have to do it now, but there are no rumors.

“Kill unconditionally. ”

“Unconditional?”

The word unconditional came from the mouth of the hymn. Of course, Korean is' unconditional ’. This was the third time we've heard it in the past year or six months, and it meant that today would be a really hard day.

He nodded his head and thought that the Koreans were a very strong nation. The Korean word "unconditional" he knows means kill everything he sees. What kind of a nation lives with that word?

“What are you doing?”

Daeyeru moved to the position he was urgently instructed.

“Hmm.”

Kang Chan sits at the back of Daejeeru with the eight old men spread out like bows.

‘Don't regret it. ’

I was thinking about when my choice was wrong. Exile was almost certain because of his merits. It's better to be banished because you kill all your men in this damn land.

At first I thought he was a coincidence, too.

However, after ignoring his senses, meeting Gobi who was going to die, and losing his colleagues there several times, I changed my mind and the effect was almost perfect.

Phi Jung. Phi Jung Fijoong. Fieueueueung.

Then I heard the sound of sharpening the air.

“Channy!”

Malcolm called out to him as he threw out the telescope.

I've already seen the hymn.

Almost all the allies who were walking fell by the sniper's gun.

“Fuck.”

It's a trap. It's completely missing.

“Some son of a bitch. ”

At this rate, I must have lost information inside.

Kang Chan hurriedly looked back. The enemy was approaching from afar. Surrounded like a net.

“Listen carefully! ”

In this case, Korea is unconditional.

“Kill him unconditionally! ”

Kang Chan looked through his colleagues.

“Retreat is alpha-kilo. All right? Retreat is alpha kilo. ”

It was a place set aside by the hymn before departure. Kang Chan has been the commander of the Old Testament, so this is a place he doesn't know.

This damn mercenary has no escape after the retreat.

So Kang Chan always set aside a place and waited there and then joined separately. It was because he was an old-fashioned commander who set up a huge ball, and if he said so, his men would stare at death and follow him.

“Channy!”

When he turned his head, he was breathing a whiteness of life.

“Nokay today? ”

“Kill them all! ”

Daeyeru opens his big mouth long and reveals it white. It means he knew, too. It means that Gangchan is so affected by evil.

Kang Chan quickly turned his gaze.

Only ten steps away will tell the face of the enemy. Sunnipa is right because he covers the front with a hood and turns the tip of the turban from left to chin.

“Mont!”

The hymn sticks two fingers together, pointing towards the 11 o'clock and writing evil. The French name is too long to be called during combat.

Pointing at the enemy with a heavy weaponry when he was grabbing a tank or using a heavy weaponry, the sniper Montashel immediately aimed at him.

Ta 'ang.

“Hey! I can't shoot straight! ”

“Zzu dézole! ”

Chulkerduck.

An enemy with a grenade launcher brushed to the ground as the dirt started. At the same time, dirt sprung up from under the feet of the hymn.

Kang Chan quickly pulled the trigger with a gun.

Ta 'ang.

A familiar smell of gunpowder digs through the nose and the target disappears straight to the ground.

Tatata-ta-ta-tang.

The ears froze with a mix of different gunshots.

‘500 people.’

Ta 'ang.

Each time he pulls the trigger, he falls down one by one.

‘Bullets are enough and enough. ’

In a bowed position, Kang Chan turns around and lifts his torso.

“Mont!”

He sets his left index finger and wraps it round with his right three fingers. The operation was dirty and simple. It means three snipers wrapped around Montashel to protect him. When someone dies, he leans on the floor with a bayonet as a cover.

The revolving hymn pulls the trigger in succession.

Ta-ang. Ta-ang. Ta 'ang.

This fucking land sounds like a fucking gun.

He pulled the trigger as quickly as possible. It's because my heart is pounding that I still have something left.

“Soak!”

At that moment, I heard Smythen use evil.

I have no place to look right now. It was time for a colleague to take care of it. I had to kill one more before the enemies all fell down. Montashel targets the enemy with a neutralizer and the head of the fallen enemy, while the rest of the old men kill the one who comes close.

70 meters.

Ta 'ang. Ta 'ang. Ta 'ang.

I heard him talking over there, so I fell on the floor and didn't come any closer. Kang Chan then put his gun to his side and approached Smythen as he stuck it to the floor.

“The plague. Does it hurt a lot? ”

Smythen gasps and looks at him. Another Algerian, Absallah, was pressing hard on his right stomach, and red blood was spreading between his fingers.

“Give me morphine? ”

“No morphine. Channy. Huff. Huff.”

If the hole in the front was that far, there would have been more than one span of hole in the back, and the viscera would have touched the soil. Kang Chan looked around again at the idea of having to make a way.

“Channy.”

When Kang hymn turned his head, Smythen struggled to give him a strand of hope with his ignorant gaze.

“Me, Nokay? ”

“Idiot. Who am I? Smythen! After. M. Kid! ”

Smythen smiles with a big mouth open.

“God. of. Huffy. Huffy. Black field.Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu. Haaah.”

He barely finished speaking and took a big breath.

Absallah lifts his eyes and looks at him.

I know I don't have much time left.

Krrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

At that time, a tumultuous sound struck the surroundings.

"To the tank?"

But the heart is still fluctuating. It meant there was a greater risk of something remaining. It was time to make a decision.

‘I'm going through this. ’

I was told that the enemy's brains were hiding.

When he was just trying to explain the situation.

Perbillion.

The whole world turned white with a blurry sound.

‘The plague……’

And I felt as if my head and neck were torn out.

* * *

An intense light dug into his eyes.

I felt as if I had broken my back and neck, and as if I had sucked my whole body with a cleaner, I had no energy.

'Aren't you dead? ’

I tried to open my eyes, but I couldn't reach a finger.

‘Water. Water. ’

I'm thirsty. I can't even speak properly because my throat is burning like I swallowed a split paddy floor.

“Sir! Here! ”

‘Ask for water……. ’

Beep, beep, beep. Beep, beep, beep.

It was then that the machine began to sound.

I felt someone turning their eyes with their hands, and all I could see was still white light.

‘Ask for water. ’

“Can you hear me? Blink when you hear it. ”

"Stupid bastard. You have to let go of your hand. ’

This time I felt like holding hands.

“Hold your hand. ”

Kang Chan tried his best to move his hand because he wanted to eat water.

“Great! Great! ”

I could hear what was good, elongation, but I didn't really give it water.

"Muul."

The hymn blurred into consciousness as if he was asleep again.