God of Blackfield

Ta-da! Duh! Duh! Ta-da!

If I grind it with a speaker like that, it would worry me more than James's life right now.

With a rough breath, the hymn finally reached the top of the mountain.

If I crossed the pile of dirt that rose in front of me, it was across the street.

Kang Chan put his finger in front of his mouth and showed it to the crew who were following him.

“Ugh. Ugh. ”

The crew's breath sounded like an excited pervert when instructed to keep quiet, but it was better to be careful.

‘I'm going to move on! ’

Kang Chan showed his left hand over a pile of dirt in front of him.

‘If you hear a gunshot, cover here! ’

The crew nods.

Duh! Duh! Busheung! Ta-da!

The proportion of gunshots to the grip varied.

It was clear that the bullets were empty and could not pull the trigger.

Boos! Boos! Boosh!

Attach to the pile of dirt and climb.

And finally his head came up to the same height as a pile of dirt.

“Hu!”

It is most frightening not to guess the number of rebels.

The moment I put my head down, the bullet could spill, and while I was grinding the wrong guy, the sniper could pierce his head right.

Kang Chan listened carefully.

Duh-duh-duh-duh-duh! Too-too-too-too-too-too!

Every time the rebels pull the trigger, a white smoke rises from the AK rifle.

Sniper, where the hell are you?

The rebels are still shooting at the mountain across the street was proof that James is holding back.

It would be nice if he could grind a few feet this way.

Duh-duh-duh-duh-duh! Toothless!

It was time for the rebels to go in and shoot.

Ta-da! Ta-da!

James shot him.

Bushwoong!

I heard gunfire in the frontal bush of the auditorium.

After a brief look at you, Kang Chan clearly found the sniper's head.

Awesome bastard!

Kang Chan slowly raises his rifle forward.

‘One! Two! ’

Choke!

Ta-ang! Ta-ang!?

First two shots to the sniper.

Ta 'ang! Choke! Taang! Choke! Ta 'ang! Choke! Taang! Choke!

He then pulled the trigger in succession towards the head of the visible insurgents.

Is that what people do?

Humans shooting at the mountain across the street, blowing their heads off, throwing their bodies into a corner?

Ta 'ang! Choke! Taang! Choke! Taang! Choke! Taaaang!

It's a short distance. That's why the bullet that pierced my head is almost all. I put up the dust behind the rebels.

Chuckerduck! Choke!

The gallows that grind the bullets slowly cause a torso.

Boos! Boos! Boosh!

The crew who told me to cover, then came up to the side of the auditorium and pointed the rifle. I felt like I was trusting this guy and pulling the trigger.

It was time for Kang Chan to look down slowly.

Fubberbuck! Fubberbuck!

The AK rifle flew back from across the diagonal where James is.

I'm sick of these bastards!

Choke!

Kang Chan aims his gun at the direction in which the smoke flows.

Ta-ang! Ta-ang! Taang!

I chopped three feet, just in case.

Furry! Booth! Boosh!

The man who was grinding the rifle looked like he was jumping off the mountain.

“Cover properly this time! Hey, James! We're going down!”

“Oui!”

After hearing James' answer from the other side, Kang Chan slowly died and moved toward the rebels.

Let's get some AK rifles for the situation.

Booth!

Whenever Kang Chan stepped on his feet, the dirt was undoubtedly broken.

* * *

It was a hard winter day for Pierre Laon.

After work, an agent in the basement urgently found him who wanted to stop by the bar.

“This is an alien team radio! ”

It was the call I was waiting for, and it was a flashing report.

Pierre Laon, who was in a hurry, went down to the basement ahead of the agent.

Once you put the headset on your head.

“Situation room.”

I eagerly hoped that the day would end with a radio call.

When the recruit's work is finished, the peace will come again, even after the loss of the French Intelligence Service here in South Africa.

[Delivery has arrived!]

Pierre Laon stares at the radio, ignorant.

[One of the four delivery personnel was seriously injured. There are specifications.]

The voice was as rough as in the wind, but it was not so disturbing to understand.

“Specifications?”

[We arrived with the tribesmen. Seven women, eleven children. I hope you will give me instructions on how to deal with this.]

Pierre Laon first pours out a windy smile.

“Stand by and wait for the next instruction! ”

[Copy that.]

Taking off the headset and putting it down on the desk, he slowly headed for the stairs in the basement.

You passed there and arrived at your destination?

“Hahahaha!”

That even takes tribal women and children?

“Puhahaha! Wahahaha! ”

What the hell are they gonna say if the General Intelligence Department reports that the rebels and tribesmen here are calling him the God of Blackfield?

“Wahahahaha! Uh-huh! ”

Crazy human! Monster!?

You really came out of the way?

Pierre Laon barely sits in front of his desk, wiping his tears with the back of his hand.

“Aha!”

I was just wondering if the laughter would stop.

“Uh-huh! Uh-huh! ”

A more promising laugh burst in succession.

A recruit who has just left the training camp.

He drags Enzo and touches the nerves of the General Intelligence Agency, and now he breaks through the path of death and reaches the target point intact.

It could be a pain in the ass, but it's funny why.

Pierre Laon takes out again the report of the recruit he missed on the left side of his desk.

“Ha! Here! Let's meet the God of the Black Land who decides death! ”

Crumb.

After handing over the paperwork, he stares at a picture of the hymn.

“If this is the case, survive as bad as the Special Forces. So live as if you want to be in the hands of a permanent resident. ”

Pierre Laon picks up the pen.

The recruit lived, and escaped his decision-making powers.

Instead of the stamp "Death," I had to stamp "Move," and follow his trail to create a new report, but this time I thought it would be fun to add something.

Square. Square.

He wrote “God of black field" in the notes at the bottom of the Lecture Report and moved it to the approval box on the right.

* * *

It was a peaceful and rich evening.

Upon Gangchan's arrival, the 13th Regiment Special Forces set up a large barracks and put together a group of Gangchan tribesmen.

The injured crew and Smith went to different barracks for treatment, so James, Macson, and one other crew were all there.

The seeds and bottles piled up on one side felt like they were harvested.

Kang Chan conceded the barracks for the women and children and sat on the table in front of them.

“Would you like a coffee? ”

Of course, it was Macson who was sitting with him.

“Good! Cream and sugar? ”

“I'll take care of it. ”

It was after Macson moved to the barracks next door.

“You sure you don't have a military career? ”

James asked the hymn with a playful expression.

“I can't believe that Abdul Johnelle was such a big talker, and I can't believe the report that he dealt with the whole force by himself. ”

“You came through together. ”

“That's not true. ”

James shakes his head with a bitter face.

“We all know the captain would have come a lot sooner without us. On the contrary, if we set off, we probably wouldn't have made it to one person. ”

“Here you go! Hot coffee! ”

That's when Macson comes up with a mug on his finger.

Kang Chan reaches out and receives a mug with melted milk.

I didn't know the smell of coffee was so good.

The lecturer who drank a fundraiser took a cigarette out of his pocket and asked his mouth.

Chul-kung! Cheers!

“Hoooo!”

Then Smelsmouldering digs into the darkness and releases a pleasant smoke of tobacco.

“It looks like half the Special Forces are moving in tomorrow morning. They're picking people because they're on coffee. ”

Macson made a very familiar face and spoke to him.

Combat soldiers and recruits are struggling, and the Special Forces will have to pick up their deaths in a terrible environment.

Kang Chan shook his head with excitement and enjoyed coffee and cigarettes in turn.

“By the way, where are we going now? ”

“An order will come down. You just follow it. ”

In response to the hymn, James and Macson nodded.

Boom, boom.

The executive of the special team walked to where the auditorium was sitting.

“Gangshani.”

“It's Chaney.”

He said that the answer to the hymn was irrelevant at all.

“From this time on, you were assigned to the 11th Battalion Special Forces. I'm leaving tomorrow at 07: 00 a.m., so I'll be back in an hour to pick up my orders and weapons so I can leave tomorrow. ”

What happened?

“Answer me, Gangshani. ”

Oui.

After the executive who heard the answer of the hymn nodded like a confirmation, he turned to where he had come from.

The special team doesn't want to go anywhere.

It's a place where you can only enter through six months of separate training over a year of combat experience.

“Captain?”

James and Macson, the crew who were with him, were more ridiculous than the hymn.

“What happened? ”

“I think you want me to die. ”

I'm joking. But the three of you sitting in front of me have a face that looks like you've actually seen that order.

First of all, I'd like some coffee.

Kang Chan lifted up his mug and took it to his mouth.

And then I finished smoking.

“Whoo!”

It's been twisted from the start. And even though it was a difficult order to understand, it was good to go to the Special Forces now and see how we could survive.

He survived 48 hours, then 72 hours, and became a notorious special team.

About an hour later, I moved to get a weapon.

He said it was a special team.

They used MP5SD rifles with silencers, not Pamas rifles, but bullets and pistols.

And the military uniform was different from the one I had always worn.

I didn't feel like I was in the training camp for the first time, but I had no way to say no, so I had no choice.

The Special Forces members gave a hymn.

More intense eyes, strong looking jaws, and big and small wounds.

I'll stick with you whenever I want, but I don't have the heart to fight here, so Kanghyun has returned to the barracks with supplies and weapons.

Pfffffft.

I heard women and children laughing in the barracks as I put down the items I received at the table. He ate well, sighed, and now he looks like he can afford it.

That's enough laughter. That's the best reward.

After leaving tomorrow, I wanted to go somewhat to a stable place and live a better life.

It was time to go to sleep.

Kang Chan lay down in the Liver Barracks with three of his crew.

It was a comfortable night for the first time when I entered Nudelle.

At dawn, the river hymn is washed with bottled water, dressed in military uniform, and the weapons are taken.

I put what was left in my big backpack, and it was not particularly heavy, so I was not burdened.

I enjoyed a nice meal with the three remaining crew members, canned bread, and butter and jam, and drank coffee.

It was time to go.

“Captain, you won't forget. ”

Starting with a handshake with James, he shook hands with Macson and the surviving crew to the end in order.

“I'm coming! I'll see you when I get a chance! ”

The three of them held positions and saluted each other.

Feeding.

Kang Chan replaced the answer with a laugh and moved to where the special team was. Whether it was early or not, everyone was comfortably stretched with their backpacks by their sides.

Shh, shh, shh.

Kang Chan puts his backpack on an empty table nearby and pulls out his arm.

I was tired of carrying something on my back, but one thing that didn't smell nasty was good.

It was the middle of the mountain.

I felt like I had to walk down for about 20 minutes to get on the truck, so it was time to make fun of the way down.

“Hey, chick! ”

A man with a clear Arab lineage opened his mouth in a slow voice.

I've experienced it in a training camp.It's best to ignore this.

So the hymn only cared about the way down.

“Ho! Hey! Chicks!”

It's the second one, and nobody's drying it out around here. This is also based on experience.

Kang Chan turned his gaze with a smile.