God of Blackfield

The transporter has left.

Seventeen recruits have thrown seventeen new deaths they can't even imagine.

The sunset, the swarming flies, the busy crew who set up the barracks' tents, the landscape nudled today.

Kang Chan sat in front of a dusty table and bitten a cigarette with a dull face. It would be unhealthy to smoke so much, I know, but now I keep getting cigarettes.

Shh, shh, shh.

One of the men in front of the tent approached Kang Chan.

Leaving short hair just above the forehead and white-shaped underneath, the so-called 'Charge Force’ hairstyle features angled jaws, a thick neck, and firm breasts and thick forearms.

He hesitated to come in front of the hymn.

I wanted to ask you something, but I didn't want to lose because I looked young to the Orientals.

“A new directive is coming down in two days. In the meantime, I'm ordering you to stand by, so get some rest. ”

He didn't move.

It bothers me. If I'm going to make a move, I can kill him right away. I was a little surprised. I really didn't think I'd come up with this idea just standing in front of me.

When you look at something like this, it's a moment to be a human killer.

Yes! There will be colleagues, and you can do it.

“Whoo.”

Kang Chan trembled at the floor and stepped on his feet.

And then I got up from the spot.

I'm not a murderer. This son of a bitch shouldn't be killed.

I'm a soldier, not a murderer.

Shh, shh, shh.

It was when Kang Chan turned around the table and walked two steps.

“Hey.”

He sings a hymn in a very comfortable voice.

I stopped walking and gave him a glance, and the six of them were staring this way in front of the barracks.

I'm sick and tired of this at the training camp.

Kang Chan slowly turns to him.

Shh, shh, shh.

And I immediately approached him.

“Go rest. And just one more time, it wouldn't be nice to call me that. ”

His eyes were straight on him.

“Hey! Let's be gentle. ”

It was just after he picked up and laughed and spit.

Pueblo!

Kang Chan clasped his neck with his right fist.

“Oooh!”

A western-specific elasticity bursts out in front of the barracks.

I'll deal with you in a little while, so wait a minute.

“Argh! Argh! ”

Kang Chan grabs his neck and grabs his head with both hands.

Whew! Whew!

Then I raise my knee and slap him in the face.

Chelperduck!

The dust blooms bluntly as the big one falls asleep.

Shh, shh, shh.

Kang Chan did not hesitate to walk toward the barracks.

Enzo, these assholes, they'll all be dead in two days anyway. Strangely angry, Chimi.

The one who dances, the one who gets in position like we should, and the one who looks like he's gonna punch first.

They're gonna die anyway. Maybe someone will live like a hymn, but most of them will be gone by the end of the Parisian dinner.

Patience!?

What are you going to do about beating the dead in two days?

Kang Chan sighed bitterly.

“I don't care what you do until you get out of the operation. But don't touch me. If there's one more person who touches your nerves, that means he wants to die, and I'll do it. ”

Eye to eye.

Are you talking or are you really going to kill me?

When they look into the glorious eyes, they say, "Shuffle.” I heard him say.

I didn't want to care.

So the hymn moved to the barracks used by Enzo alone.

The Westerners basically felt like a thick skeleton. Yellow or brown hair, brown eyebrows, pointy nose, hair that covers the whole body.

Maybe the Orientals feel full.

Kang Chan lay in a fluffy bed.

* * *

Pierre Laon sighs as he gazes at the map on his desk.

Ten kilometers north of Nudelle, you see the useless land, Beeshock, where the hills are scattered.

The General Intelligence Service of France was there waiting for the 13th Regiment Special Forces. It was an exquisite arrangement for surveillance of Abdul Janelle and for intervention from other countries, perhaps unknown.

The General Intelligence Agency eventually killed Abdul Janelle and secured Nudley's eyes. Afterwards, the Intelligence Bureau sent 17 fresh recruits to the remaining recruits in Nudelle, and they gave them a day off tomorrow that they did not know.

Firer Laon, who picked up a cigarette, hung himself on the backrest of the chair and lit a fire.

“Whoo!”

After two days of training and seventeen fresh recruits, you will be ordered to join the 13th Regiment Special Forces in the rain in Nudley.

No matter how recruited, he is an outsider.

It's nothing to them for about 10 kilometers.

If it's just a march.

But 10 kilometers from Nudelle to the Rain is like a hell of a journey to face rebels who commit all sorts of manoeuvres in every village.

South Africa has no capacity to take care of it, and France, which has taken over Nudelle's eyes, has no reason to clean it.

What if a town that was praying on the cross in South Africa, where Christianity was widespread, was occupied by Islamic extremists?

“Hoooo!”

Pierre Laon spits out cigarette smoke a little longer.

The recruits have to go through those places.

That was also right after the assassination of rebel leader Abdul Janelle.

In that situation, an outsider will come in. It's not that hard to imagine what the rebels will react to after not Gozilla's friend Mozilla.

If he had been instructed to do so knowing this, Pierre Laon would have bitten the rifle's muzzle and pulled the trigger cold. No escape is permitted for recruits. As soon as the fugitive is spotted, the 13th Regiment Extraordinary Forces Special Forces team will be rushing.

Pierre Laon rubbed his thumb and index finger with a hiccup of tin ash.

The crew knows nothing about Nudley's eyes.

I'm just trying to get rid of him for remembering what happened in Nudley, and the other 17 are about to make that operation look legitimate.

Pierre Laon, with a mouthful, erects his torso and leans on his desk. He then listened to the pen in front of him on the right, and took out the report under the map.

Boxing angle.

He's done signing.

All that's left now is for the agent in charge to radio to Nudley's base tomorrow evening.

Before handing over the paperwork, Pierre Laon finally picked up the cover and saw the face of a recruit from the East.

Orientals are hard to measure at that age.

However, it is not attractive, nor is it interested in young men. But there was only one reason Pierre Laon looked at this picture at the last moment.

It was because the loneliness in the eyes of this crew, who would never lose, kept holding his gaze.

I had nothing to do with it.

Pierre Laon nods slowly and covers the paperwork.

This crew will now be seen on the death list.

About two days into the future.

* * *

It was time for the darkness to take over the whole world as if it had stopped lightly.

How long have we slept?

I woke up in bed with a deep sleep and open eyes, but I didn't feel well.

Mosquitoes! Mosquitoes! You sick of mosquitoes!

During the day, flies suck the blood of the dead, and at night, mosquitoes draw the blood of the living hymn.

The accent on the index finger and the stop is on the itchy neck.

I come to Africa and people keep getting foolish.

Even though the medicine box contains a type of waterpas.

Kang Chan stood up and drank water, then opened the medicine box and turned around again. Somehow it felt a little cumbersome.

Let's smoke a cigarette.

The fact that the supplies contained cigarettes could not be satisfied.

Chul-kung! Cheers! Cheers!

The chant closes the lid of the lighter, shakes as hard as possible, and then lights up again.

Chul-kung! Cheers!

It was barely on fire. I had to add some oil.

I simply smoked a cigarette.

It was time to go back to sleep.

If you just sleep like this, you'll be the one who doesn't have enough.

Maybe you should give me a mosquito scent. The hymn found mosquito repellent in the supply box behind the desk took out the lighter and tasted good.

It's on fire, but if you turn it on now, it burns into life with a stinging, short wick. It's cumbersome. So the hymn just lies down.

I'm not supposed to be a short guy. He's a nuisance.

The smell of incense tickles my nose.

This gentle fragrance was in Africa?

Kang Chan opened his eyes to the smell of consolation for the past two days. It kills. The smell of coffee in the morning in Africa.

I got up from my seat, drank water, washed with the rest of the water, and went out.

Why now the sun, which glimpsed the opportunity as it stood, rushed into the tent and devoured the darkness that was hidden in the tent.

Shh, shh, shh.

When he moved to the central table, three of the crew sat down and rose from their seats with vigilant eyes.

It was when Kang Chan looked at the table.

“Coffee?”

From the pronunciation, one of the Americans asked a clear question, followed by a large cup of coffee.

There's no reason to say no to this.

Kang Chan took the cup without saying a word and took it to his mouth.

I didn't know that coffee had such a comforting aroma.

Good! Coffee is good!

Till you bite your mouth off!

The crew member who saw the look of hymn pushed two cans in front of the table. Son of a bitch! I can't believe I just gave you coffee!

Cream in, sugar in.

The coffee that was taken back into his mouth left behind his earlier stink and seduced him with sweetness. It's sweet. It's real sweet.

“How many people have come? ”

A member of the crew who gave the coffee to the auditorium, who watched the hill, asked a question.

“Seventeen.”

A moment of silence ensued after the crew encountered their gaze. It's probably because I'm guessing about 16 people who aren't here.

“I had another Enzo here. ”

I felt a bit more silent.

Now that I've had coffee, it's a man's duty to pay for it.

“I've been told that recruits who arrive here usually die within 48 hours. It didn't take 16 people 24 hours, not me. ”

The three of them make a firm face, as if they won't be afraid.

I didn't say anything when I saw it like that, so I drank coffee in a position leaning on the table.

“Are you from North Korea? Japan? China? ”

Where Kang Chan turned his gaze, the crew who gave him coffee noticed.

“Korea.”

He smiles and nods.

It was hard to know what he knew or just said he knew.

I had breakfast, put oil in the lighter, took a break, had lunch, took a nap, and had dinner.

The three of them kept getting around, but they moved their feet, so I didn't say anything about it.

It felt like the rope was stuck to the needle of the watch, so it was tightening as time went by. So by the time I ate dinner and drank sweet coffee, it was similar to the atmosphere just before I got off the transporter.

It was when Kang Chan inhaled the sugar on the bottom of the cup.

[A retreat! A retreat! Come in.]

A man's voice was heard riding in the harsh wind like he was radio in front of a fan.

Shh, shh, shh.

Three of them followed Zur all day long.

[A retreat! A retreat! Come in.]

Kang Chan listened to the transmitter placed on his desk.

“It's a retreat.”

[Depart tomorrow at 07: 00 a.m. and join the Delta branch.]

“Got it."

I heard the sound of the wind like a sigh, and the radio just went off.

Kang Chan unfolded the map given by the transport officer on the table.

Feeding.

When I looked at the map, a laugh came first. I didn't think there would be a map in the world with this exact circle at the target point in red. That's on the operational map, too.

That's not all.

I marked the path from Nudelle to the target point with a red line as well.

“Rhinoceros?”

Kang Chan slowly looked at the map.

Approximately 10 kilometers.

You want me to walk this and join you?

If you use the truck, you can get to the outer road.

What is it? What else is there?

I wish I had experience. Or Enzo. I think he'll notice why these orders came down.

Silence and tension slowly spread from the table with the radio.