God of Blackfield

It was a time when the sun hung on the back of his head as if he were asking for a ceremony.

I was tired.

Enough to sleep now.

But this isn't a training camp.

It was good for my neck to fly on the pretext that I had finished marching.

Kang Chan placed three rifles on the table and checked the bullets.

He then also hung the great sword behind the pistol hanging from his waist.

How many did he kill?

Is it okay for you to be so violent?

Thinking about killing people, the body was continuing to prepare to kill more people.

Dead or dead.

Isn't that a ridiculous question?

If you kill like a bad boy, you should live.

Kang Chan went into Enzo's barracks and found some extra ammo..... in the box.

If Enzo got up and jumped the pearl, the machine gun was a weapon that didn't help at all in the situation where he had to fight alone.

These are the ones who have been chasing after them widely during the day.

If the hostiles surround this base and run around like that, they have to spin the machine gun and shoot it, which is a great target with a fixed machine gun.

I'm ready.

Then again, the question came up.

Why do you keep this base and sacrifice nearly twenty troops on the wrong mission?

The funnier thing was the enemy's response.

It was really hard to understand the guys who blew up the RPG running around with knives.

For revenge? To show?

It sounds like an asshole.

If you really need a head, blow your body and chest out with a bullet, and then just cut off a healthy head, it's over, right?

I don't think I need clean leather.

Ah! I've been thinking a lot and my head is all dizzy.

“Phew!”

Kang Chan sharply stared at the way he had returned.

The more it touched the ground, the more red the sun was throwing up and remembering the blood sprinkled during the day.

He grows up in front of the sun, where his enemies were shot in the head and flew back.

I've come to Africa.

Through France.

It looks like a nice trip, but the hymn killed a man here.

I didn't even feel the smell if the wind wasn't blowing when I got used to it.

I wonder.

Tonight, 72 hours later, a month, a year and a half after the end of the mandatory period of service.

I could live with a nice citizenship, and I could leave my body to the bloody sunset and the wind and smell Africa like the dead today.

In this case, tobacco is also the greatest comfort.

Kang Chan asked for cigarettes in his mouth.

Chul-kung! Chiait!

“Whoo!”

With a cigarette in his hand to beat the fatigue, he closed his eyes for a moment.

* * *

Summer 2011.

The empty room in a black training suit moves to the end of a 12-metre high cloak.

“35th Battalion! Huh! Silver! Thread! Fall ready! ”

Shh, shh, shh.

The assistant pulls the rope connected to the body of the empty room.

He wore a belt that tied his torso, waist and groin together, and attached a rope just above his buttocks, with a sheave at the end hanging from the main rope.

It is 12 meters tall that man is most terrified.

Whenever the assistant grabs the belt tied to her waist and shakes it, the loom bites her tightly.

“Ready?”

“Ready!”

I wrote that I use evil.

However, his voice was not empowered.

It was a moment when the empty chambers had to be closed.

“Training Soldier. You don't want to run? ”

Immediately, a question seemed to flinch from the assistant.

“No!”

A moment of silence passed.

The motives waiting at the bottom and behind were on the cloak watching with a tense face.

“Hu Eun-sil!”

“Training Soldier! Huh! Silver! Thread! ”

The loom made him answer evil as if his throat would be torn.

“Hu Eun-sil.”

“Training Soldier! Huh! Silver! Thread! ”

The shroud said to tear his throat again.

She was imitating her answer as the mountains unfolded in front of the cloak were mocking.

“Can you do well? ”

“Good job! ”

The assistant once again grabs the back of her waist and shakes it.

Are you going to die?

If you're wrong here, you don't have to die!

It was the moment when Eun-sil turned his back and looked forward.

“Jump!”

Assistant instructor is down.

“Medal Soldier! Broken Thread! Jump!”

Whip!

The loom throws itself out of the cloak.

Boom!

The waist connected to the rope was raised above the head.

Drrrrrr!

We're going down that pulley about 30 meters away.

Hey, hey, hey!

He overcame the sound of the wind passing through his ears, and lifted up his arms and legs.

I learned that my head should be facing forward.

Nevertheless, the body hanging from the rope kept twisting around.

Drrrrrr!

The safety wall at the front is running so fast that it is scary.

Make a posture.

So when the rope's speed drops, you have to get off the ground.

Why won't the body listen?

Quong!

The empty room is pushed into the left flank of the safety wall and abandoned.

The instructor and assistant approached and grabbed the empty room, and released the rope connected behind their backs.

“35th Battalion! End of descent!”

He stood in front of the instructor in an evil posture.

“What happens when you lose the center of the high altitude bow? ”

“Your body keeps helping like a log! ”

“If you fall that far over 25,000 feet, you can't find a single ear. You know what?”

“I'll fix it!”

“The body exploded and disappeared. What do you fix? ”

The instructor keeps pushing the forehead of the empty room with his index finger.

“Training Soldier! Empty Thread! Training Soldier! Training Soldier! ”

“Do you think we're soldiers, only women? ”

“No!”

An instructor in a red beret pushes his face right in front of the eyes of the open room.

He's still an athlete.

A girl who had just graduated from high school and had no fluffy hair, a girl who had only learned four different levels of martial arts, Dalang Taekwondo.

But there was also a girl who knew how to do melee.

The instructor looks straight into the eyes of the empty room.

Funny thing is, this little girl has the most poisonous eyes in her entire life.

The instructor nods and slowly raises his torso.

“Give me two more chances. If you don't get in position in there, I'll take care of the drop. ”

“I see!”

The instructor's head leaves a blank thread and rushes quickly.

It's not that big.

606 Special Guard Lieutenant Immiok continued to look at the empty room.

Children who have just graduated from high school usually fail to complete their three-month education and drop out.

Or you can cry and have a little light.

However, there was no way to cry when the loom was red.

Isn't it poisonous?

No! I'm swallowing hiccups.

That's why it's so hard to understand.

What made that kid so evil?

Immiok thought out and gazed over the cloak.

It was time to continue training.

* * *

Summer 1998.

Stars are scattered in the sky, as if they tore the silver bag wrong.

Kang Chan got up from the table and entered the barracks with Enzo.

The linger pack was already poured out and stretched with the back and stomach firmly attached.

I put it in this one.

Kang Chan took out a new Ringer Pack.

Is there any way to replace this?

It was time to pick up the end of the ringer and check the connection area.

“Wake up."

Enzo spits.

I was a little surprised when I gave him my gaze.

It was because a human being opened his eyes without a bloodline.

A hymn with a ringer on his desk grasps his torso and sets him up.

Enzo looks inside the barracks, holding his arms back.

“Communication with headquarters? ”

“It was all I said to stand by. ”

Enzo nods hard.

“Do you have a cigarette? ”

Kang Chan took a bag of cigarettes out of his top.

Now there were only three cigarettes left.

He passes the cigarette to Enzo's mouth, then lights the lighter.

“What about the guys who were chasing you? ”

“It's been about twenty people, and I just ran in with a knife. ”

“That's ridiculous. You took them all by yourself, and you carried me from there to here? ”

This time, the hymn nods.

Enzo threw all the smoked cigarettes on the floor and stepped on his feet.

It felt like the stubborn heat carried tobacco smoke and rolled around in the barracks.

“How long have you been here? ”

“Three months."

“In the meantime, isn't this place coming? ”

It was the moment Enzo shined his eyes in the dark.

I heard rough engine noises from a distance.

Damn! The timing is really killing.

“Morphine!”

Kang Chan got up and opened the medicine box.

When you hand over the morphine, Enzo quickly snaps between his right hip and thigh.

“One more. ”

This is dangerous.

However, it was a difficult order to refuse.

Enzo puts the morphine that Kang Chan handed over for the second time near his left hip.

“You see that strap over there? Pull that!”

I didn't see it properly because it was dark.

I said yes.

I saw a rope twisted and hung in the eyes of the river hymn walking to the corner.

I pulled it lightly, and it was surprisingly tight.

Aggravation!

Let's pull the string as hard as we can.

Pearl!

All of the cloths that were blocking the side fell to the ground as if they had opened the stage.

Krrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

The sound of the engine rushes toward the stronghold and Enzo as it blows everywhere.

“Machine gun!”

It was a decisive voice.

Kang Chan pulls the pedestal and moves the machine gun to Enzo's bed.

Chulkerduck!

After he pulls the trinket, he looks at the hymn.

“All the barracks over there, pull the strings! ”

After pulling on the rest of the barracks, the fast-moving hymn moves to the desk next to Enzo with the three rifles and ammunition boxes placed on the table.

Chuckle! Chuckle!

When I checked the bullets and pulled the trinket, the moonlight turned yellow on the world.

Too bright.

The outline of the truck coming from afar is clear enough.

“I think there's a mine where we're aiming. ”

Enzo crosses his arm with a machine gun.

“It felt like a vested fight. While we're sending troops to kill them, we're preventing others from applying saliva to this mine. ”

“Wouldn't it be better to take it? ”

“If I find out why I'm not, this fight will be over. ”

Enzo was looking like a dead man, and he was biting his teeth.

“I'd rather die. If you are drawn to them.... ”

Feeding.

Enzo didn't smile at all when he saw Kang Chan laughing.

“Can I have one last cigarette? ”

But Enzo laughed while listening to the hymnal question.

“Then.”

Kang Chan took out the remaining two cigarettes and gave them to Enzo and set them on fire first.

A grown-up lighter light was placed in Enzo's eyes, and he lit a cigarette at the door in his glorious hand and mouth.

“Whoo.”

The truck was as close as the engine sounded.

“Do you know why they've left this place so far, why they're running now, why? ”

When the moonlight received cigarette smoke disappeared into the silver world, Enzo faced no heavy face.

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

“I'll let you know when I'm alive. ”

You knew something.

So this man could have been alive all along.

The truck came close enough that I couldn't think of anything else, and that's all I thought about.

It was three.

I wonder how many trucks crawled out of that hillside.

Choke!

Kang Chan aims his gun at the driver's seat of the upcoming truck.

The moonlight was so bright that it could point the driver's seat glass far enough.

It's a long, dirty day.

Taaaang!

A gunshot burst through the rough running engine sound.

Ta 'ang!

It was after the second truck lost speed and rattled.

Taaaang!

Kang Chan pierced the driver's seat of the third truck.

The outline of a black-looking man jumping out of a truck that was heavily oriented.

Crazy bastards!

It looks nice to get moonlit, but what it has to do with keeping your pride alive with a knife.

Then die!

I'll kill you as painlessly as I can.

Ta-ang! Ta-ang! Ta-ang! Ta-ang!

Standing upright and pulling the trigger on the rifle.

Every time a gunshot goes off, the enemy is stumbling like a lie.