God of Blackfield

Chuckle! Chuckle! Chulkerduck!

Reflectively, the rifle pointed down.

“James!”

James hurriedly ran after the hymn.

The grasshoppers scratched their legs and screamed.

Choke!

As he stood in front of the cave with his rifle pushed, Smythen was also pointing at the rifle.

“What's going on? ”

The women inside the cave hugged the children with a frightened face.

“I rebelled when I was about to search! ”

Kang Chan looked inside again.

A frightened woman raises her right hand and wipes her tears. white-eyed.

“James, ask me what's going on. ”

When James looked back, Smythen was completely embarrassed.

But these bastards!

James quickly asked a question into the cave, as the glare of hymn flourished.

He seemed to be unable to speak because of crying. She held him tighter and kept looking at Smythen.

“You stay back a little bit. ”

“Captain. That's not it……. ”

As Kang Chan snaps his head left and right, Smythen takes a step back.

“Tell me exactly what I'm saying from now on. ”

Oui.

Chan James quickly replied, noticing the atmosphere.

“We are the way through here. ”

When he spoke in English, the women and children on the inside alternated between hymns and James.

“I don't intend to hurt you. Water and food will be distributed as soon as possible. So if you just stay like this, nothing will happen. Someone with a weapon? ”

When James finished speaking, he shook his head to the woman who wiped his tears.

“Who's going to tell me why you screamed a little while ago? ”

Short silence followed.

Someone opened their mouth inside that cave.

It was a worrying and hesitant voice.

I don't know the details, but James turns his head with a slightly ridiculous expression.

“The captain asks if he is the god of death. I want to know if the rebels are talking about death. ”

What else is this?

I crossed the cave again to see if I saw the expression of hymn. This time, two or three people were talking at the same time.

“I thank the rebels for their revenge. This Noodle tribe and the rebels call it God of black field, meaning the legendary Black Land Envoy. ”

“Don't make useless noises, ask why you yelled. ”

This time, more women and children chattered before the words of the hymn fell scarcely.

“He's an Oriental? He said he fought Abdul Johnelle's rebels alone last time. ”

I don't know what the hell this conversation is about.

“All right, let's start by figuring out why you yelled. ”

It was just after James told me what to say.

“Whoa!”

For the first time out of the cave, the elasticity of joy burst, and women and children rose up in unison and flocked to the auditorium.

With their palms spread out in front of their faces, they knelt down in front of the stronghold and murmured at something.

“I wish you a blessing on the day ahead. ”

I was crazy and I was running for it.

“Here we go! Last one. Tell him to answer why he yelled. ”

It was just after James handed over the horse.

I don't know if I believe in hymns, but the women openly look at Smythen and talk loudly.

“What is it?”

James, whose face hardened, urged for an answer.

The woman who was crying at that time set a young girl who looked about ten years old in front of her.

Large, stretched cotton tees, and short shorts, curly hair, and white eyes.

No way? No way? For a kid like this?

James quickly opens his mouth after seeing a lot of poisoning in the eyes of the hymn.

“I put my hand between my crotch..... The girl is sick, so she screamed with her gun.... ”

When Kang Chan turned his head again, the girl shivered her gaze, and the woman who seemed to be her mother wiped her tears with her back.

Kang Chan puts a rifle around his neck and turns his back.

Shh, shh, shh.

And he immediately moved towards Smythen.

“Captain……. ”

I know that son of a bitch has a gun.

However, the distance was very short, and on the contrary, if the gun was not turned back like this, I would somehow pull the trigger, so I was forced to turn my back.

Pueblo!

When Kang Chan grinds his wail with his right hand, he leans back.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Smythen was still choking on her chest with her arms together to stop her kicking.

This son of a bitch stops you?

Whirring! Whew, whoop!

Kang Chan shoots his neck on the heels of his boots.

“Great Zhang...! ”

Smythen urgently called out a hymn to see if he was barely breathing.

He's breathing, isn't he?

Khhhh!

Kang Chan presses his back with his left hand and raises his face to the inside of his right hand.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The blood splashes all over the place, and the body of the one who was blabbering begins to grow.

“Captain!”

James urgently called out a hymn and hugged him from behind.

“Out of the way!”

I turned my head angry. I was going to knock it off together. But when I looked at James' eyes as if he was hanging, I was a little angry and sank.

“All right, let it go. ”

James carefully retreated.

Boom!

Kang Chan grabs Smythen's head like he's holding both his ears.

“Cry?”

He was really crying.

That son of a bitch forcibly touched that little girl's body and cried about it?

“Smythen.”

“Oui……. ”

“What's worse than winding a bomb on her body, winding a bomb that she can't release for the rest of her life? ”

Don't you know the answer?

I don't know. I don't know what's worse.

I think I can turn the branches back somehow if I take the time, so the strong hymn gets in between his eyes as hard as I can.

Huuuuuuuuu! Furry!

When the hymn rises, James quickly turns his head, staring at the heavy face.

“Go and tell the crew to come this way, give me ten seats. I don't have anything to spare, so I care about it evenly. ”

Oui.

James moved.

With his head bent to one side, he looked down at Smythen, who was nude, and he took out a cigarette and bit him in the mouth.

Chul-kung. Chiait!

Slowly sucked cigarette smoke filled my chest.

“Whoo!”

Slowly escaped.

Is it a little dangerous?

After one more look at the fallen Smythen, Kang Chan looks up at the sky behind him.

It's different from the fight I had with Yankees in Korea.

It's not a fight to break the spell, it's a fight to know who's stronger, but it's a kind of fight that really lives and dies. So when I get angry, I really want to kill him first.

Will this also adapt over time?

While you're alive?

Kang Chan slowly took a cigarette into his mouth.

This is the first time. If you get wet in this life, you'll be able to clearly distinguish when you really have to kill, when you get angry, and when you just knock.

“Whoo.”

Enzo wanted to see it for the first time as he emitted smoke.

If he was here, what would he tell you now?

Shh, shh, shh.

The crew came down and looked at Smythen, noticing that he was moving in front of the cave. While the injured crew was moving into the shade of the crack, James took out the seeration and tore it apart.

I gave a clear warning, but the commotion seemed inevitable. When he saw the children who took their filthy hands into their mouths and the women who put what was buried in their mouths back into their mouths, he asked for cigarettes.

“Shuffle.”

At that time, Smythen frowned and moved his head as he was impressed.

Shh, shh, shh.

Kang Chan immediately approaches him and grabs his neck and pulls it in front of his face.

His forehead was completely covered with blood, and the blood flowing from it came down around his nose and soaked his nose and chin.

The eyes of the man who saw the hymn shake pitifully.

Feeding.

Huuuuuuuuu!

Grabbing his collar, his head falls to the right.

Kang Chan pushes the man he was holding back with all his might.

Furry!

The dust blooms from the dry ground and quickly descends on the blood from his forehead.

“Can I smoke? ”

It was a question crossed by a revolving hymn.

“Take a break for yourself. ”

After answering, Kang Chan leaned against the cave and sat on the floor.

* * *

Pierre Laon looks at the man standing in front of him with a dark face. This tall, black-skinned man was a reliable source of information with the rebels.

“They call him the God of Death. ”

In a bold voice, the informant raised his index finger and pointed to the back of the wall. I wanted to see where the chaotic recruits were headed.

“Hey! That doesn't make any sense. Aren't the rebels exaggerating? ”

“Abdul Johnelle doesn't have any rocks, but we still have to think of numbers. ”

Pierre Laon bites it to confirm that he wants to break the informant's index finger that passes in front of his eyes.

“So what's the response from the rest of them? ”

“I think I intend to launch a massive attack before meeting with the 13th Regiment Special Forces. If Abdul Jhonele takes the men away, he will take his chances. ”

“Okay, go. ”

“Are there any special forces on board? ”

Pierre Laon looks at the informant quietly. He will negotiate with the rebels again with this answer.

“No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. ”

And he saw it clearly. Nod as if the informant knew something.

“Now, if you have something to say, do it now. ”

“France wants to clean up the rebels here. ”

An informant stabbed him in the air with his fingerprints in line with English.

“So?”

“Aren't you trying to make sure there's more of Nudley's eyes? If there is something like that……. ”

The informant's index finger goes up like it's over his head, and then it drops right down.

“The rebels would have fled somewhere without fighting like this. ”

“You're making useless noises! Bye. ”

Tuck.

The informant shrugged off the envelope Pierre Laon threw and left the office.

It was after the informant left the office.

Pierre Laon, sitting obliquely on the table, took a cigarette out of his cigarette bag and bit it in the mouth.

If the Intelligence General really gave these reckless instructions to check the rebel response, he thought he would never survive the Intelligence General.

Chunk. chit.

“Whoo.”

And when the recruit arrives alive, what instructions will he give?

It's unexpected.

But what if I told you to give me the answer?

Probably the most horrible foreign force operation in Congo or Gabon. Between here and there, rebels are like kindergarten students and vicious murderers. How long will the 13th Regiment Special Forces survive where it's hard to last two months?

I'd rather die right here.

That's a good thing for him, but also for Pierre Laon, who has to report.

* * *

I handed out the ceremony and it lasted about half an hour.

Nothing special happened except that there was a disturbance that only the sober Smythen said was wrong with his bored face.

“Let's go, James. Tell them we're leaving and give them more to eat than I gave them before. ”

At the end of the hymn, the crew stood up.

After what James said to the inside.

The tumultuous voice that seemed to be poured out by women in the cave ran out at once. It wasn't just that. A woman with her hands in front of her face rushed into a knee-deep position in front of the hymn.

Kang Chan lifted his eyes and looked at James.

“I will follow you. Because I met outsiders, they said that the rebels would come and kill them miserably..... Sunni people will burn their children in the fire after they've been insulted. ”

“It's hard for us to join the army. ”

About three times the amount of horses James gave me poured into his mouth.

“Just take the kids! They're fine. We just need you to send them to a place where they won't meet the rebels in the area. ”

James explained the women's words with a embarrassing face.

It was when Kang Chan saw the wounded and gave him a look at the way to go.

“God of Blackfields! ”

A woman with a knee on the floor gave a toast to the hymn.

“Save us, please. ”

She seemed to know her desperate winds more with her eyes than with her ears.

A woman who was staring at Kang Chan's eyes moved her long, dry arm to the side and pulled the little girl forward. She kept digging into the child's arms and pushed him to the auditorium.