God of Blackfield

Grrrrrrrrrgh!

The trunk of the transporter tilted greatly and grabbed the back of the ladle without any prejudice.

Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh!

Crazy!?

I don't think the guy who just finished his training caught a cockpit, but maybe he's making him bend like this.

Kang Chan snapped his back to the trunk of the transporter.

There were three types of crew seated on both sides of the transporter.

A frightened bastard, a frightened pretender, and a truly frightened venom.

The man sitting across the street has a damp eye and is using his eyebrows to mimic the venom.

Feeding.

Yeah, keep your eyes open.

That's why you need to improve your eyesight.

Kang Chan looks at the transporter and turns his gaze toward the tail.

Orientals, a face that looks familiar in military uniform and military uniform, and a flattering figure.

In the midst of those who have gone through military life like this and those who have killed people, hymns have certainly been a noticeable character.

I'm sick of living in France.

‘Yes? Then I'll kill you!’ The mission fell at the same time as the training ended.

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! Stubborn!

Son of a bitch!

How the hell am I supposed to get the plane to fluctuate up and down?

“Whoops!”

The American sitting in front poured out another vomit and ended up avoiding the one next to him.

Pfft.

Kang Chan touches the rifle he was hanging on his right shoulder.

What's the reason?

The reason why instructors and motivators were so familiar with firearms, swords and training courses that they asked if they were from North Korea.

Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh!

Kang Chan tried to listen to his breathing slowly.

Whoo-hoo. Whoo-hoo.

When I fought evil, I thought the one who drew the knife was joking.

Think about it.

How would you feel when the man who was running around with his eyes shining like a slow-video and pushing a knife?

Anyway, there was no one who would argue with him or his colleagues to end the fight in a row.

What kind of special forces jerks are whining that they just broke their arms.

Go to Korea.

A high school student swings a chain and fights well, and even if his arm is broken, he sticks a pass, and then he sticks a cigarette well.

Kang Chan took a cigarette out of his left pocket and asked his mouth.

Chul-kung!

I don't sell at school, but the army is really good at this.

You can live with a cigarette and zipper lighter.

“Whoo!”

Insolent shot a sharp hymn, but it didn't matter.

“Ooooooooooooooooooooooo! ”

The Americans threw up worse because of tobacco smoke, but also because the transporter was shaking, not because of tobacco.

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh!

The transporter was definitely sitting down.

Everyone knows.

A desperate engagement took place in the area now arriving, and almost all of the men who flew right in front of them were killed and drowned.

So it's also important to know that no one can sign up for cigarette smoking.

I don't know if everything will be over when I get down.

This short life, which I never wanted to go to, was also a waste of time.

What a pity?

I didn't get a good meal of gas.

Anyone you want to see?

Feeding.

At the end of the day, two things are comforting if you're cold and full of comfort.

Ammunition and cigarettes.

“Whoo!”

Kang Chan dropped a cigarette on the floor and stepped on his feet.

Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding.

The alarm that announced the landing was just after it sounded with the light.

Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh!

The transporter began to sink as if it were falling into hell.

The landing seemed like a training exercise in Niga, in that the pilot was forced to leave everything out of sight.

Tie your hands back with a damp cloth over your head. And it was a training exercise to hold the back of the waist and walk in line.

47 people started together.

What was your imagination in Korea?

None at all.

Screaming in the documentaries of American troops?

That might be more comfortable.

I watch even if I fight.

And the wounded took them out.

Subsequently, six of them fell off the march for two days, and twelve of them were removed from Niga's incomprehensible training.

They're still alive.

One was bitten by a venom during an ambush, and two were killed in the last 30-kilometre jungle march.

Place a sack of damp cloth on your head and tighten the neck. It was a training exercise to walk along the creek with harsh breathing, fear, and no one in front of it, and a back waist dancing.

Tread through the rotten tree, and the one before you falls, but the one behind you stumbles through the stone, and the rope falls.

In the process, those with broken wrists, fingers, and ankles are roped out.

It was a reading hymn.

I was on my way here because I thought I was a jerk.

But I didn't come here to live in pain.

Mixed with many colleagues aged roughly five years and over, I endured it every day with malice.

I also thought that bored physical pain was better than mental pain.

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrgh!

I sat down as if the transporter was falling.

Glug! Glug!

It runs roughly on the ground.

Huaaaaaaaaaaah!

I spilled the engine sound if I didn't want it to explode right away.

With the sound of tire pulling, all sorts of weapons, bullets, and things hanging from the plane revealed their presence without hesitation.

Hooooooooooooooooo!

On the ground, the transporter slowly turned.

Gee, gee, gee.

The back door of the standstill transporter is wide open.

“Move!”

This damn unit has never been the same as I imagined since the moment I got in.

This is also true when you have completed the training.

The instructor hangs the foreign troop badge on the left flank and racks it with his fist.

I liked it as much as there was no disturbing event, but I thought it would be okay to make it a little more formal.

Shh, shh, shh.

There were 17 people flying from Niga to Nudelle today.

Kang Chan got off the transporter for the fourth time.

A lazy looking sun, a hanging hook, dirt,

“Not with those chicks! ”

And the man's loud voice was Nudley's first impression.

A man in a gray cotton tee turned his gaze as he shouted.

“Oh, my God! What is he! ”

Feeding.

I've never seen an outsider before.

The man glances at the hymn and looks back.

“Not at the level of the rebels! I can't guarantee the entire 13th Regiment will come, but why are you stabbing at me like this? ”

He was completely harmed.

Meanwhile, the transporters were looking around.

There were five tented barracks and one barracks with a clear operational headquarters.

It was everywhere.

It would be nice to be on the border, but it was a shadeless terrain to hide your body.

“Stop it and set the crew first. ”

The man who was shouting at Insolza's words from the transporter turns his head again.

“Get into the two barracks over there! It's all empty anyway! ”

If you only understand the bold words in foreign languages, you won't have much trouble living.

Shh, shh, shh.

Kang Chan moved to the barracks in front of his eyes, as he understood it.

Pearl!

As I walked the curtain, the darkness and heat that were trapped ran backwards.

“Whoo!”

I've come all this way.

I don't know what's going to happen or what life is going to be like, but I came all the way here.

At the same time as the idea of achieving the first goals, Korea came to mind.

Furry!

After throwing his bag into the front field bed, Kang Chan turns his rifle behind his back and leaves the barracks.

It was around 4 p.m.

The green sky, the twisted clouds, the sun that passed between them towards the forehead.

“Noodle...? ”

Kang Chan took out a cigarette and asked his mouth.

Chul-kung! Cheers! Cheers!?

Hrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

Damn it! I almost baked my face in a lighter fire.

“Whoo!”

The smell of Africa, fueled by tobacco smoke, hovers around the stronghold, aiming for the opportunity of Hositam.

But these bastards are gonna be hot. What are you doing inside?

It was time to bring cigarettes to my mouth when I looked back at the Hilgum barracks.

“Do you have a cigarette? ”

The man, who had been shouting a little while ago, walked to the side of the hymn.

It can't be too hard for a person to buy cigarettes.

Kang Chan took out a cigarette and gave away the cigarette he was smoking.

If you turn the lighter on incorrectly and bake your face in the first place, you can even give me a cigarette, and life here can be tough.

“Enzoda. This is the platoon leader. ”

I took the lighter out of my pocket as Enzo chewed the cigarette in his mouth.

Cheers!

Oh?

Why is this human lighter so quiet on fire?

“Whoo! I'm leaving tomorrow. Don't make any other noises, just follow me. ”

How good would it be to have this conversation? Because everyone understands.

Enzo watches the hymn with his face, hoping for something.

“It's a compliment.”

“Have you ever slept with a woman? ”

I also heard about this question a hundred times in the training ground.

“What do you think? ”

“Where did you learn French? You went to school here? ”

“That was easy?”

“You weren't studying. They're empty heads. They're fast when they learn something new. ”

Halfway through the requirements.

Kang Chan smiled and asked for a new cigarette in his mouth.

I took out the lighter and quickly put it in my pocket and lit it with the cigarette I was smoking.

“Pour a little oil on the lighter. It's in a barrel beyond the barracks. Otherwise, the pockets will be filled with gas, and then it will get worse! Then he burns. Kick during Operation! You could die. ”

Enzo, who had his nose bent on a hot beard, gave him advice along with spreading his fingers.

“Give me another one. ”

Kang Chan quietly gave me another cigarette.

“This operation stinks. I think you and I are throwing it out of the long plate anyway. Do you know what's most important in combat? ”

What are you talking about?

In front of Kang Chan's gaze, Enzo looked at the far end of the earth.

“Hoo! Survive. Like bad luck. That's the most important thing. The advice I gave you today is that your eyes look the best. They won't survive the escalating number of people on the transporter. ”

Enzo turns his hot beard and pointed nose to see the hymn straight.

“What was your name again? ”

“It's a compliment.”

“What is the most important thing in combat? ”

You should have said it slowly, but you didn't get it right.

Fiesta!

It's just the best thing to smile when you understand.

I don't know why, but Enzo smiles like a hymn and turns his gaze to the end of the earth.

“There will still be people dying at the end of that damn earth. It departs tomorrow morning. Support? A recruit from Nudelle usually dies within 48 hours. So survive like a bad boy. ”

“48 hours?”

Enzo strangely stretches one lip and looks at the hymn.

“They were all dead within 72 hours. ”

“72 hours!”

“Whoo!”

Enzo replaced the answer with a long burst of tobacco smoke.

“Tomorrow you will know why the sunset in Africa is bloody. Because even the words on the long plate are red. ”

Enzo shakes his head briefly when he sees Kang Chan laughing.

“Why is the gun behind you? ”

“It's just this is convenient. ”

I understand the questions I kept hearing in the training camp at once.

With a face that empowered his lips, “I see!” An Enzo moved to the base barracks.

Dinner was beaten with canned and baked bread.

Enzo felt like he was just throwing them away without telling them what to do anyway.

At night, the motives collapsed and fell asleep. I didn't even designate a night watchman.

Kang Chan lifted himself up from the bed and moved to the headquarters tent where he burst.

Wooooooooooooooooo!

Unknown cries, moonlight bright enough to cast a shadow, a queer, disgusting smell.

The night in Africa felt uncomfortable like a cloud being dragged by a belly.

It was a little hard to smoke.

I don't think it's okay to set up a vigilante, but I don't have to show you the light if I don't know if it's coming.

Feeding.

Kang Chan looked at the unfolding black land.

Lonely.

The most obvious emotion right now was loneliness.

Any monkeys following Tarzan anywhere?

What the hell, Africa!

I don't know about lions, cheetahs, and elephants, but I think we should pass by one or two of them, like striped horses or hyenas.

However, the beasts that were thought to have fallen into common ground could not even be seen running and dying.

I don't know what day tomorrow will be.

Obviously, I heard it was 48 hours, and I arrived in Nudelle and was alive for 9 hours, so the remaining time...?

It's complicated.

Death?

You should have seen someone who was trained and died, or someone who was old and dead.

Kang Chan smiled and saw the moon rise high.

Son of a bitch!

Uselessly bright and dirty.

It keeps reminding me of Korea.