God of Blackfield

Kang Chan put down the radio and moved to the table outside.

The three of them move back and forth like straps, but their faces are stiffer than they were before they received the radio.

“Call the crew inside this way. ”

One person moved in a hymn, and after a while, a line of people with annoying, curious, nervous faces came out.

The man who had been beaten by Gangchan stood in front of him complacently with his nose, eyes and cheeks thickened to death.

“I order you to leave tomorrow at 07: 00 a.m. and join me here in the rain. I will finish my meal at 06: 30 a.m. and check my weapons before leaving. ”

The crew pushed their heads and looked at the map, but the moonlight was not bright today, so only the red line looked right.

It was time to sleep.

As Kang Chan rises and moves to the barracks, his crew slowly disperses.

After returning to the front of the radio, Kang Chan took out the documents left by the transport officer. Step 1 Promotion, Next…….

I was choked and I had a laugh.

It was about the status of the 17 newly joined people.

Who's looking at whose identity record?

There's nothing to look into but memorizing one or two names.

When I first came to France, I had a fantasy too.

Why, somehow mercenaries share some kind of sticky emotion, and they don't die instead, you know.

Son of a bitch, it was all bullshit.

This is where I gather for personal purposes anyway.

Moreover, the training process itself is difficult to exchange emotions.

Failure to pass the course is a derogation. In such a situation, there are many processes that need to be tied together and passed through, so when that bastard grabs me and falls asleep, he often trains with what to do.

Gangchan walks to the field bed and lies down in a furry voice.

Once I could sleep, I liked plums.

Otherwise, your concentration fluctuates when you lack sleep, like the two fucking days that Enzo and I endured.

I heard laughter outside.

Take your time. I sleep.

I think I missed something...?

Kang Chan got up from the beehive and moved to get the mosquito scent out.

When I opened my eyes, it was still before sunrise.

After shaking his head and raising his body, Kang Chan drank water.

It's departure today.

After taking off his clothes, he lifted up a jar of water and poured it from his head.

“Phew! Phew! ”

I thought I'd live. Washing up couldn't have been this good.

I wiped this with my fingers. It's awkward.

After wiping the water, he wrapped his head in a hood, tied it back, and wore a beret on it.

Next, I put on my military uniform, checked the weapons one by one, and walked on my body.

No regrets. This is the life I chose.

Chuckle! Chuckle!

Finally, after confirming the rifle's ammunition, it hangs over its shoulder and turns its back.

Shh, shh, shh.

Whenever I walk, I hear strange comforts from the weapons on my body. It's like, 'I'm going with you, so please take care of it today.’ Like a feeling.

Whip!

A magnificent look on the insignia frowned on his grip.

What a rain in Africa!

When I saw the rain falling, I was irritated by the idea that all the showers were crap.

It was time for the end of the earth to brighten.

It's raining again, so the smell of coffee is new.

Kang Chan walked to the central table like a neighbourhood kid who was distracted by the flute.

“Coffee?”

Coffee.

In response, he pours coffee into a large cup. Cream and sugar were also not spared.

This doesn't seem like a big deal, but the dose really depends on the taste. Moderately creamy and sugary, I sat at the table drinking sweet coffee.

It was the morning when the sun began to rise from that end of the earth, soaking in the rain and not pushing the darkness properly.

The sound of rain sitting carefully in the tent on the central table, and the rain falling to the ground on the ends of the tent, were a good match for coffee.

Africa, where water met, smelled completely different.

Yeah, you guys should take a shower at least once.

While Kang Chan was drinking coffee and looking far away, the crew who gave him coffee put the ceremony in front of him.

This son of a bitch must have come to serve at the same place as the restaurant. That's exactly what the cup or the seating position looked like.

It was a ceremony with coffee.

In the dusky African landscape, it was morning when I had no idea what was going to happen after I left here.

Crescent. Crispy. Odd.

Four of them ate together. Somehow, I felt together for a long time, and I also felt that it was thanks to the coffee that the cub who was sitting in front of me gave me.

Odd. Odd.

Kang-chan chewed biscuits and drank a sip of coffee.

I didn't think sweetness would be so comforting.

“What's your name? ”

At that time, the man who gave me the coffee asked me questions as if it was nothing.

Kang Chan looks at him and swallows the biscuits left in his mouth. There's nothing to be afraid of. Let's just know the name. I don't think he should call his name if he suddenly calls.

Enzo was special. A little bit.

That means it's really foolish not to ask the names of the operational personnel at all.

It was time for Kang Chan to say his name.

“He told me to take your command in the transporter. ”

The man who gave me the coffee gave me a deep look.

Is this guy here because he's going to college or something, and he's having a hard time in a restaurant? Or because you couldn't beat the pain of breaking up with a woman?

“I'll just call it capitaine. ”

The two who were listening nodded with their mouths wide open. It meant it wasn't bad.

“This is Macson. He's from the United States. I went to college for about a year, I worked at a bakery for about a year, and I applied here. ”

One hit!

It was time for Kang Chan to smile and look.

“I'm James, I'm from the United States, and I'm here playing football until high school. ”

You look like a gorilla.

It was a greeting that went back in order.

“Gegen. He came from the United States, worked on a farm. ”

The word famer (farmer) who knew the hymn was in front of him.

It's Dory who tells me her name.

“It's a hymn. It's from Korea. ”

Do Americans usually shake hands like this?

They reach out their hands in a large, twisted position, as if they had something on their sides. The handshake is still strange. But Kang Chan held hands with them in order.

After a short greeting, it was after.

Fourteen people on the inside came out squeaking.

It was time to leave.

Kang Chan took out a cigarette and bit it in the mouth and lit it.

“Whoo.”

Can I come back here?

Who will remember Enzo here when Kang Chan leaves?

While smoking casually, crewmembers with rifles on their waists were also biting their mouths or waiting to leave while looking around.

Those bastards are raining!

“I'm going to do what the truck does, so let's make sure the crew can drive and refuel the truck. ”

The crew turns their heads, and the two of them squeak and move.

Bourgh!

After a while, a machine beeps in the nudles.

These bastards have smart corners. The man who drove the truck as close as possible got out of the car and picked up the barrel of oil.

The smell of leaky oil and the spicy smoke emitted by the truck clearly conveyed the scent of civilization to the nudles.

“Ready!”

The man who climbs into the driver's seat of the truck pulls out his torso with a spear and screams loudly.

The hymn took place in his place.

Shh, shh, shh.

He walked towards the truck, and the crew followed him.

I arrived only three days ago. I wanted to see who was the one who gave the order to come to the rain by greeting the 17 people who followed the hymn.

If it's just a matter of getting there.

However, as shown on the map, there was a reason to stop when you asked me to come on the mountain just to get to the truck.

“Sniper.”

"Oui!” The answer came out.

“Gun over the driver's seat from behind the truck. ”

“Oui!”

He's moving fast.

Damn it! It's all about fighting the rebels once. So when I saw a sniper running by order, I somehow felt like I was mimicking the army at the academy.

There are others.

All rifles in front of your eyes are loaded with bullets, and if you squeeze in here, everything will end up in Noodle like Enzo.

Kang Chan looks back at the rest of the crew.

“If you take this to the outlying road, it's speeding. But there must be a reason when they tell us to walk along the mountain path. ”

As Kang Hyeong, who turned the rifle behind his back, said, the crew carrying the rifle in front of him hung his arm and heard it.

“Don't slow down after you leave…. ”

“Damn it!”

At that time, insults burst out, as if I could not hear the hymn any more. The gaze went straight back, and at the end of it, the one who got hit yesterday was filled with complaints.

“If you have something you want to say, do it right. ”

“Honestly, it's not much of a difference, but let's not get too heavy! I've had two years in the military! If you want to take command, I'm doing it! ”

Kang Chan smiles and looks at him.

My eyeballs look very nasty because of the bloated and dull complexion of my dead face. I wish I had killed him yesterday, but I'm not so angry right now.

Instead, I knew one thing clearly.

It's no different than in Korea. If you want to touch your hand, you have to push it completely so that you can never talk again.

“If you want to move apart, do so. ”

He expresses that he is laughing perfectly with a single expression.

I have a gun. If anyone pulls the trigger in their crazy mind, we shoot each other.

“Decide. Would you like to come with me? Or will it move separately? ”

“Damn it.”

Shh, shh, shh.

He spits again and moves behind the truck.

“Come here."

As the world paused at the end of the hymn, silence flowed.

“What's wrong with your ears? Come here."

The man who turned his head and watched the hymn approaches quietly and quietly. Unlike yesterday, it was perfectly prepared for the punch.

It was obvious that this son of a bitch was somehow struggling to find a reason to stick around again. So I wanted to make it clear that he was in front of me before I left.

Shh, shh, shh.

He approaches one span ahead and pushes his head.

Wouldn't there be a problem behind the accident right now?

Feeding.

Those who think like that will never win a fight, even if they have the skills to confront an isodragon.

I've known this strange thing since I was born.

Kang Chan snaps his neck left and right and opens his mouth.

“You'll feel better if I do it first, right? ”

It was time for those around to change their gaze.

“Yes, I can handle it more comfortably. ”

He moves the tip of his mouth with his head further forward.

Do you have any time for this?

Whew! Whew!

Kang Chan takes his nose and eyes to the forehead.

Wheezing!

You son of a bitch! I survived this!

Was it because of the short distance?

Running back and forth, the strong hymn grasps his head.

Aggravation!

Then he wraps his face around his elbows.

Asshole! I'm getting ready like that, but you think I'm gonna put my knee up again?

And then when we get caught, we're gonna roll on the ground and fight?

D'Argh!

Let Kang Chan snap his neck.

“Argh! Argh! ”

He shrieks in agony and sits back and forth.

It was the same outcome as the fight in Korea. If you put your head back like that a little bit, you don't have to hesitate to float.

Shh, shh, shh.

Kang Chan hesitates and walks in front of the man who grabbed his neck.

“Shuffle!”

It was the moment he looked up at the hymn.

Whirring!

Kang Chan lowers his neck as hard as he can with the heels of his boots.

Furry!

Son of a bitch! Where did you get that?

It's a good thing it's raining and it's not dusting.

I originally wanted to kick my chin. So I was going to make sure that I never climbed again. However, I feel weakened because I think I have to go forward.

Feeding.

It's a human hymn.

“That son of a bitch, load it. ”

At the end of the hymn, Macson and a few of his crew rush up and put him in the truck's luggage compartment.

“Let's go."

Now the crew is moving more clearly according to the instructions of the hymn. After confirming that all the crew had climbed, the auditorium was at the rear of the truck's luggage compartment.

Shh, shh, shh.

Moved by a sniper with a gun, Kang Chan lowers the roof of the driver's seat twice with the palm of his hand.

“Let's go!”

Burrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

Clumsy! Clumsy!

His body was shaken by the vibrations of the truck, and his head moved left and right as if it were dancing on the floor.