God of Blackfield

Khhhh!

If you're going to die anyway!

Kang Chan grips the fourth finger of the enemy's left hand, strangling.

Torch!

And I threw it up at shovel time.

Squeeze!

I could hear a broken bone from my finger, and then clearly his body flickered.

Son of a bitch!

Khhhh!

Kang Chan grabs his stop again.

Torch! Torch!

“Turn it off!”

Finally, a groaning burst out of his mouth, and at the same time, his throat was loosened.

If I missed this opportunity, there was no other way.

Boom!

Kang Chan turns his right hand in front of his face and grabs the back of the knife that the enemy was trying to lower.

Whip!

Then I pushed him hard towards his neck.

Squeak! Squeak!

I heard a horrible sound, and I wondered if the knife would bite red in the shovel.

Pussyshi!

Like a rubber hose ripped open, blood spilled out.

Blood over the eyes, nose, and mouth reddened the face, neck, and top.

Furry!

With his body twisted to the side, the kneaded one twitches and trembles like a twitch.

The blood was spilling from his neck, and it was happening over and over again.

Shh, shh, shh.

Kang Chan loosens the string of a rifle hanging from his shoulder.

There was no way to build a body with Enzo on his back.

Next, Enzo's hands, which were hanging around his neck, were lifted up as if undressing. Enzo was already unconscious when his wrist was tied to a military boot string.

Lifting his torso and sitting on the floor, Kang Chan slowly looked around.

The blood that passed through my nose stuck to my throat, and it smelled dirty.

“Damn it.”

It's a Korean curse.

Every time you start from the right and turn your gaze to the left, you get a little closer to the bodies of your enemies, and then you end up with a knife around your neck and strangely twisted.

I wiped my eyes with my right arm first, and then with my opposite arm, I rubbed my face, and the blood just splashed around, but I didn't wipe it clean.

Shrug.

After rubbing his palms on his thighs, Kang Chan took out the cigarette from his pocket again.

I wanted to get rid of the smell of blood.

I didn't just smoke right now to get rid of the stuffiness that doesn't fall like I drank the water in a rusty barrel.

Iron Kung. Cheers!

“Whoo!”

Cotton, Sundae, and fish stuffed in a long stick, ice water with tons of red and blue pigments, and little kimbap.

If someone said something they wanted to eat, it was something they wanted to ask for right away.

Oh, shit! Just cheap shit.

If so, how about weaving it with Don Gas?

Fiesta!

Considering the price, it's him.

“Whoo!”

You're gonna have a friend in your life, right?

Why do you live and die, that kind of thing?

I live to fill five years, so if I get French citizenship and a pension, my favorite woman...?

Oh, shit!

I hesitate to sit in front of a fallen trajectory where the bodies roll like a pool.

After sucking the cigarettes deeply, he rubbed the remaining cigarettes off the floor.

Pfft.

Then he lifted himself up from the floor.

I didn't know when to chase after him, so I couldn't afford any more. It was also urgent to quickly take Enzo, whose face turned white, to his unit.

Yep!

Kang Chan took out the Great Sword and approached his dead enemies.

If you were to return to your unit, if you were to survive on this road, you would need to hang a great sword on your ankle and right thigh.

It was because I needed the Great Sword to get it out of the enemy's situation.

The enemy intended to cut the cloth around his trousers like a skirt.

If you burn Enzo on top of it, this will be easier.....

And when I came near to see the cloth, I stirred my head.

This is so lame that even if you pull your hand, it will break right away.

Upon returning on foot, he first diagonally hanged two rifles on his shoulders.

There's another one around the neck.

Only this is over 10 kilograms.

After pulling Enzo's arm, Kang Chan, sitting on the floor, clenched his face to the ground. Then he hung himself around his neck as if he were using his wrist tied upside down.

Next, put your arms in his armpit.

“Shuffle!”

I woke up and set myself up.

Whichever hymn holds Enzo, he grabs the dead seedling and turns around slowly.

Whew! Whew!

Enzo's body hangs on his back as he lowers.

Duck! Duck!

With his back barely raised, he lifted Enzo up about twice and threw Enzo's leg into the rifle.

Well, since you're unconscious, you won't feel any pain. It's more human than throwing it away.

Whew. Whew.

I wonder if you ordered a 30-kilometre march in preparation for this?

By the way, what are the guys who beat up the school doing?

In fact, they're going to be unfair.

I thought that I should die studying.

Whew. Whew.

I stepped up like I had nothing left to say about the weapons on my body and cut off the thought of hymn.

It was a sick march, as if the shoulders, waist, and thighs were severed under the glowing sun.

Sweat blossoms from my back, so I'm thirsty and dirty.

I wanted to rest.

I wanted to sit down for a while, press my shoulders, and take off this weight as if I were lying on my spine.

However, if I rest here, I don't think I'll be able to carry Enzo again, so Kang Chan took a nasty step.

This is why I wanted to train.

If it hadn't been for 30 kilometers, it would have been much more likely to have spread on the ground by now.

Scream!

After stopping to walk, the hymn looks back.

I don't think someone's following me yet.

Why does the sun look like it's shining like that?

I must have taught at school, but I didn't remember.

Kang Chan walked, looked back, walked, looked back.

“Do you want me to kill you?”

In Korean, I also complained.

“That's why you'll be comfortable when you leave, right? ”

Instead, it was clear that he would be uncomfortable throughout his life.

“Afterwards. Afterwards. ”

I took a breath.

“Fuck!”

I even spit on him.

Originally, it accurately captures one meter, but now it carries Enzo and travels about 75 centimeters a step.

Seven meters in ten steps, 50 meters in a hundred steps, 75 meters.

The sun was again on his forehead, beyond the climax.

It was a truck ride to where the son of a bitch was getting up in the morning, and then it was a bumpy walk to where he lost.

I don't know how long I've walked.

I stopped thinking, and I just walked mechanically.

And a lonely barracks came into my eyes from that end.

I don't know when I'd rather be invisible, but I felt horrible because I could see the target.

Shh, shh, shh.

There is no other way.

Apart from going 75 centimeters.

Little by little, little by little, the hymn walked out like that.

100 meters, 70 meters, 50 meters.

Shh, shh, shh.

There's still 30 meters left.

20 meters, 10 meters, the barracks are over there! There! Right in front of your eyes!

Shh, shh, shh.

I thought maybe I should give you a round of applause while the crew was standing there.

Furry!

Gangchan was brushed as it was in front of the barracks in the center.

I'm sorry if I fell on the floor, but I didn't throw it away. And honestly, you're unconscious.

“Huff! Huff! ”

The sun was inclined to some extent.

When I took off the shoulder strap of the rifle, it felt like the weight of the world had been robbed.

Well, it was as light as it would rise up to the sky right away, but on the contrary, there was no energy left to do so.

“Shuffle.”

Kang Chan forced his body to move to the barracks used by Enzo.

Pearl!

As I walked through the curtain, a squeaky smell rushed along with the encroachment.

A field bed, a radio on the left desk, a machine gun next to it, a table on the right, and water and seeration on top of it.

Kang Chan first moved and listened to the water.

Squeeze!

I picked up a bottle of water and poured it into my mouth.

What else could be so good?

After drinking a bottle of water in a single breath, he walked towards Enzo with two more.

Choke, choke.

I walked and took an elongation of water.

The water flowed to my chest on my neck, and it was good again.

Furry!

Kang Chan sat by Enzo's side.

He grabbed his head, set up his torso, and poured water on his face.

Feeding.

When I poured the water, I didn't die because I saw my face twitch.

“Enzo! Enzo! ”

Because of the water, I called it, and Enzo's eyelids sounded up as much as a single seed leaf.

He swallowed the water poured by the strong rain.

Kang Chan put his arm in his armpit and dragged him to the barracks.

and finally put Enzo to bed.

I wanted to get some rest.

Then it was better to finish what needs to be done quickly.

Take the medicine box on the right table and first pour disinfectant over the bandage.

“Turn it off.”

I lived and died. What about you?

Next, I untied the bandages I had tied.

I've never seen a man's body rot so quickly.

Among the whitened flesh, a swarm of pus fell into the bandage.

Pour the disinfectant again and cool.

“Turn it off.”

I think it hurts a little.

Next, he sprayed and applied the hemostatic agent and some medicine as he was on his leg.

It was after I wrapped the bandage.

I saw the ringer pack underneath the medicine carton.

I've shed a lot of blood, so it would be nice to meet you.

But it was a question of roughly stabbing the blood vessels you saw. Besides, I wonder if it doesn't spoil your storage in this weather.

“Enzo! Can I use this on my blood vessels? Enzo!”

“Here...? ”

“Wake up! I'm back at headquarters! Can I use this? ”

Enzo turns his eyeballs and confirms the barracks and sees the hymn again.

“Radio first……. ”

He opens his mouth like a murmur.

“Left switch, rest area power down, request assistance. ”

I heard what you said, but I got it.

Kang Chan raised his body and moved in front of the radio.

First I turned on the red switch on the left side of the rectangular radio, and then I listened to the transmitter.

“This is a retreat! This is a retreat! I want backup! I repeat! I want backup! ”

Who really listens to this?

It was two more transmissions after the hymn.

Cheers.

[Recreation area! How many people are there?]

The answer seemed to be a lot of wind and noise.

“There are two. When's the backup coming? ”

[Roger that. Recreation area. Stand by.]

What the hell, man?

Don't you know me as Enzo?

We're both dead and we're both left with something to eat later. Cut the radio off!

The hymn once placed the transmitter on the table and moved again.

“What about Ringer?”

Enzo had no answer.

It might be a little less grumpy to die for ringing or being beaten.

Kang Chan hung the Ringer Pack on the machine gun and a needle on the end of the Ringer Tube.

They say if this winds into your heart, you'll die.

Once you open the regulator and let the Ringer's fluid escape, grab the arm and find the blood vessel.....

It seemed pleasant to stretch out the frostbite, as if the blood vessel were in some anatomy.

Puck!

What? This is the direction that matters?

Puck! What?

Puck!

After the third stab, I looked a little better.

I saw something.

The chant that secured the needle with the band-aid only opened the regulator.

Knock, knock! Knock, knock!

“Haa!”

Now let's get something to eat.

I picked up two recitations on my desk and approached Enzo's side.

First, I took the oil and put it into Enzo's mouth a little bit.

The smell of dandruff tickled his nose, and his stink swallowed his throat. Instead, Enzo ate a bag of all the ointment.

He seemed to have eaten while sleeping.

When I wake up, I might say I've had a soft spot in my dream.

I needed a break.

Kang Chan came out and began to eat the recitation on a lying table.

The blood of the enemy is stuck between the fingernails, and it turns dark.

Oh, shit!

You're blowing someone's head off, slitting their throats, eating food to live!

Stupid.

But first, it's important to eat.

After eating both of the ceremonies, he drank a bottle of water again.

I fell asleep as the ship called.

Well, I've been walking around with that chunk for over two hours.

I want to sleep.

But the problem was, when did those lunatics come running with their swords?

I lived about 24 hours out of 48.

I heard all the people in front of me are dead. Then what was Enzo thinking about staying here alone?

And what was it like to lead new troops to Alpha Point?

I told him to run.

I will be dealt with as a warrior, so go somewhere.

I know something clearly, so maybe I did.

A long sigh of hymn took the cigarette out of the top pocket and bit it in the mouth.

Chul-kung! Chiait!

“Whoo!”

What else is there to answer to the grave that there are two dead?

You're pretending to take something?

Killing a bunch of fucking recruits?

Kang Chan looked at the path he had been walking with his head tilted.

The lack of a vigilante on the first night was possible, at least because there was a conviction that the enemy would never touch this place.

Kang Chan looked back at the barracks with bitter snowflakes.

Does he know something?

Thoughts continued to burst with a bite on the tail.

“Whoo.”

Seeing white tobacco smoke scatter over the land of Africa, the hymn cuts off the tail of the thought.

Once I slowly looked back at what had happened, the boundaries seemed to be somewhat reassuring.

If so?

I have time for another ceremony.