God of Blackfield

At that end of the earth, the sun was gripping the darkness and killing the essence.

After washing with small bottled water, Kang-chan sat at the table with his motives and put the biscuit in his mouth.

Bread, butter, sausage, chocolate, and water.

I'll kill you with one piece of armor.

It is a meal that is divided into three classes, like when in a transporter, that people talk to each other to hide their emotions.

Africa is hot.

However, the cold chills inside my chest were constantly trying to eat my body.

How sad is it to wait for you to go down in front of the most beautiful roller coaster on the way up to Daughter Kang Ta Kang?

Damn it! You should have ridden it, too.

There are so many things I've never done.

Kang Chan rolled his head to recall the positive thoughts with a smile.

It's much better to think of what the other guys didn't do because they couldn't eat it miserably.

What do you have?

I think I had one fight with the guys who dropped out of school, and then Soju and cigarettes, and...

The hymn devours all the darkness and heals the sun whose body has turned so round.

Amazing, isn't it?

The sun that rises in Korea is also that bastard.

When the time comes for lazy smoking until the boat goes out of here, I will catch and kill the darkness in Korea again.

I hope so! I don't have to take the transporter.

Shh, shh, shh.

Enzo cut his throat as he approached the thought of hymn.

“Look here! ”

Without that common greeting, Enzo unfolds an old map on the table.

“This is Alpha! This is Bravo!”

I can't hear anything else.

“We support you here. ”

I took a fingerprint at the point Enzo told me it was Alpha.

I was more certain of the time when the Seekerman was stuck on the tip of his fingernails than on the map.

“Bravo individually when things get tough after the engagement! I'm moving here.”

Did you hear wrong? The recruits are moving individually?

Enzo smiles as he lifts his gaze and lengthens his lips.

“That's what I said. You won't even get a chance to go there. ”

“What is the enemy's number or level of armor? ”

Enzo raises his head to the question of the American who was throwing up in front of the transporter.

“The rebels were armed with AK rifles, RPG7, and the numbers varied from 20 to 150 depending on the situation. ”

Kang Chan thought he heard the wrong number again.

“Is this guy up against 150? ”

Damn it! I think I heard it right.

“What did you hear when you got off the transporter? The whole 13th Regiment is a tough fight. ”

Enzo straightens up the torso that he leans on the table.

“Come on! Everybody move to the truck! ”

Then he pointed to the back with his chin.

Urrrrrrrrrr. Gulp.

It was when 17 people got up in unison.

“Channy!”

Enzo sang a hymn.

“Do you know how to drive? ”

“No!”

“Then get in the back! ”

“Got it.”

“Let's go! Move! ”

Shh! Shh!

Rifles, grenades, and hanging pistols, bullets, and great swords jumped into the morning in Africa.

It's moving along a truck.

Whining!?

Kang Chan went up to the cargo bay of the truck.

It's disgusting, and I smell like throwing up right now.

Despite the nasty smell coming up from the entire luggage compartment, others sit on benches on both sides to create a comfortable face.

Assholes! You stink!

I don't think they all have a nose cold.

However, the sons of bitches take pride in not being weird.

Drink your own flesh.

Kang Chan grabbed the roof of the driver's seat and stood in front of him.

Bourgh!

When I started it, I felt the smell of burning through with vibrations.

I don't know what to defend the Alpha point for, why to go there and deal with the rebels.

Instead of teaching you how to kill properly, don't question why you should kill.

I learned and learned that.

It is your duty to kill those whom the foreign forces prescribe as enemies by order.

There is only one thing you need to remember.

Legio Patria Nostra!

Troops are your country.

The truck ran straight through the ground like it was aimed at the sun.

The dust rises long and rises high, but this is a bit foamy.

You don't think the rebels have Koreans, do you?

Kang Chan stood on the roof of the driver's seat and slowly looked around.

It would be similar.

It's better to take down the head with the logs and pull the trigger against the enemy's head.

It would be like grinding their shoulders in chains and stabbing them in the chest with a great sword.

If it's different, it's the difference between the school cuts and the rebels.

There was only one reason why they were cut off from school.

Come downstairs and get the money you buried in the kids' noses at school.

Assholes.

Who do you want me to be?

At the end of the day, his face became bloody and funny.

“You're the boss. We'll kick the money. Protect us instead. ”

I wish I'd done what that son of a bitch said. I would've eaten a lot of gas.

After about 20 minutes of running, he reveals a bumpy hillside in front of him.

And for the first time, something fell into my eyes.

I thought you approved the package.

Because it's Africa, I knew the beast would die.

However, it was clear that he was covered in a large cloth on his military clothing and torn around him.

Grunt! Grunt! Stubborn!

The closer I got to the hill, the worse the truck trembled.

And there were more dead bodies everywhere.

It was the first time I came to Africa and saw an eagle this close.

Kang Chan snapped his head left and right and said, "Hu!” And he took a breath.

The smell of the truck's luggage was now coming from all over the place.

Head. Head.

And then my heart started beating slowly.

I was frightened?

I don't know anything about that.

Whoo-hoo. Whoo-hoo.

Kang Chan tried to listen to the sound of his breath slowly.

It's scary, because it's in me, not if I say no.

Head. Head.

The closer I get to the hill, the more my heart pounds like it's broken.

Kang Chan stares sharply at the hills in front of his eyes.

It was about 350 meters away.

If I could, if I was in a position to give the order, I'd stop this damn truck right now and walk away.

Let's stay calm.

If you have a scary face here, you have to live with these bastards for the rest of your life.

Whoo-hoo. Whoo-hoo.

Kang Chan focused his attention to hear the sound of breathing again.

Kung. Kung. Kung. Kung. Kung.

I was listening to the sound of breathing.

My heart beats chaotically enough to say I've never had this experience before.

What? Nothing to be surprised about!?

That's because it's the first battle. So stay calm.

It's no different from when the kids who were cut off from school looked around.....

Bee Bee Yi Jung!

At that moment, white smoke blossomed from the hills and flew straight towards the truck.

Profit!

The truck turned roughly and slowed down.

It was time for the guys sitting there to grab the truck with their embarrassed faces.

“Run! Run! ”

Kang Chan threw himself out of the truck's luggage compartment.

Yi Yi Yi!

While your body floats in the air,

Pewwwwwwww!

With a blunt sound, I heard an explosion that seemed to grind my head to an iron club.

Yi Yi Yi Yi! Iron Puduck!

The body flew as it was and was thrown to the ground.

Tuta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta!

I felt like I was drowning and looking around.

When I turned around forcefully, I saw a burning truck and a body of motives burst out.

“Shuffle!”

Death? I don't know about that right now, but what am I supposed to do when my fucking body hears me?

Kang Chan rolled his body sideways.

Tuttata! Furburbuck! Tuttata! Furburbuck!

Approaching the side of the truck, the hot heat and disgusting odor hit the roof.

It sounded a little bit right thanks to those things.

The dirt splashes, and the bodies of the motives splash.

Blood, torn body, burned head.

Every time a truck blows a bullet high in the smoke of a Seekerman, it explodes into flames or yells at the can.

Are you all dead?

They're from the good Special Forces?

Choke!

Kang Chan hid himself in the back of the truck and turned the rifle he was carrying towards his back.

If you were on the side, you would've missed it already.

Chulkerduck!

It was time to check the bullets and lift the rifle towards the hills.

“Turn it off.”

Moaning attracts the attention of the hymn.

What is it? Were there any humans alive?

The hymn pushes his head in a sounding direction.

It was Enzo.

He was stuck between the driver's seat and the luggage compartment of an old truck.

Kang Chan looked in front of the hill first.

The enemy is not coming down yet.

I don't know if I thought they were all dead or if I think this is enough.

Kang Chan tucks his torso into Enzo's armpit and puts his hand on it.

“Ugh! Who is it? ”

“It's a hymn!”

Damn it! Just pull out your hand and follow your arm, and your body is intact.

“Let's go! They're coming down! ”

“Turn it off!”

Kang Chan snatches Enzo with a malicious hand.

It's better to break a leg or two than get killed here.

Yippee! Yippee!

“Ew! Ew! ”

Enzo's body is slightly dragged out, and he is waving his head like a madman and enduring pain.

Yippee!

I finally pulled Enzo out of the truck.

From both thighs, the clothes and the flesh were split apart, as if they had been elongated under the knee with a knife, and the blood was coming out really cool.

“Go!”

Kang Chan crawled to the side and picked up bandages and morphine and crawled back.

“If you disappear from here, you will be dealt death. So go get the hell out of here! ”

Waaaaaaaaaah!

It's hard to understand what you're saying, but even if you mumble, there's no way to understand it.

The moulded hymn is tightened and tied around Enzo's thighs.

Boom!

At that time, a faint sound of the car's engine was heard from the hillside.

Huiq!

A truck was approaching when Kang Chan lifted his head.

There's a place to hide something like that?

“Go! You chick! Stay away and hide before the truck arrives! ”

Choke!

It was when Kang Chan picked up his rifle.

“Stick a great sword around my neck and go. ”

Enzo points to his neck with his right hand index finger.

Fiesta!

What does this guy look like?

I've been moving around, picking up rifles and bullets from the bodies of the dead.

Chulkerduck!

I held my rifle between the driver's seat and the luggage compartment.

“Crazy chick! ”

Enzo shakes his head to the side and takes a bad breath.

The white dirt on my face is tangled with blood, making me look really dirty.

The truck was running hard, emitting second-hand smoke.

God damn it!

I know I'm away from Korea.

But I didn't know that there were bodies all over the place, RPGs and machine guns flying around and cutting off 16 people's breath.

Even the truck coming from afar seemed unrealistic.

When I put my hand on the trigger, I felt like I had entered a completely different world.

“Shuffle! Last chance. Go hide yourself. ”

But he keeps getting weaker.

Kang Chan bites his teeth tightly and takes his eyes to the rifle.

At the moment of pulling, the enemies know the hymn.

Someone's going to die, but the enemies are coming to kill him too.

What does it feel like to be shot?

Does it hurt a lot?

It would hurt a lot less to die in one shot.

The driver's seat of the truck was definitely in sight.

The distance seemed to be about 150 meters.

The elasticity of the trigger felt on the index finger was clearly reported.

The driver's seat contour of the truck definitely came in because it was a lie.

Pull this and the bastard dies.

That's why it smells disgusting and is more likely to be a new prey for eagles.

Gangchan swallowed his saliva.

I felt like I was standing in the doorway to hell.

As soon as you pull the trigger, hell will unfold.

“Turn it off.”

Then I heard Enzo moaning.

What if he gets out of here by himself?

The truck was about 100 meters ahead.

Kang Chan empowered the index finger on the trigger.

Ta 'ang!

Hooked and smelled gunpowder with a pushing recoil on his shoulder.