God of Blackfield

There were five boxes containing coffee bags, cotton, cups, and soy sauce.

I still don't forget the joy of discovering a bag of coffee and ramen on my first vacation in France.

It was a long journey from Kinshasa to the Democratic Republic of the Congo by civilian aircraft, transport helicopters from Kinshasa to ManaManaManama and back to Kilima by Jeep.

Upon arrival, the crew descends.

“If? If? ”

Smythen, whose eyes were darkened, leaned his head and gave him a taste.

Wasn't this son of a bitch's last life just a dog?

If you've been following me around all day and the owner throws you out in the evening, you're the only one alive?

The thought ran all the way there, and somehow he felt salty.

While the three crew members were moving the box, the auditorium moved straight to the barracks.

Take off cotton tees that don't even go with jeans and wear military pants and short-sleeved tees.

Strangely, wearing this makes me feel better.

I heard him kill outside.

It must have been because the Smithden dog knocked on his stomach to eat five coconuts in the evening.

From the curtain of the barracks, the hymn immediately moved to the central barracks.

I had a good rest the past two weeks, including a vacation.

There must have been an operation when Shahran was there.

As the hymn enters, Shahran, a sharp face, hears his gaze.

It's hot, but I don't know why it's in the barracks.

“Sit down.”

Kang Chan sat on the table across from Shahran.

“Departure in two days. We must address the Congolese tribal insurgents. ”

“Solo operation? ”

Shahran nods and pushes the map.

“Let's take a look at the area map and start at 07. ”

Oui.

The instructed hymn immediately came out of Shahran's barracks.

The headquarters barracks and the Gangchan barracks were about 10 metres away.

Kang Chan sat at the table in front of the barracks and asked for cigarettes in his mouth.

Nice to meet you! Kilima! How are you? The Kasai River?

Chul-kung! Chiait!

Now, when I smoke like a dark, sweet coffee, if I don't smell the African queer, something is empty.

“Whoo!”

Kang Chan saw the sky spread over the Kasai River.

Feeding.

The big bear is confused in front of the training camp, and by now, the bastard and the assistant are both rotting in the dirt.

“Coffee!”

Smythen, whose eyes were turned off, sat next to the auditorium with his coffee.

There's something else I want.

When this son of a bitch comes with a sweet cup of coffee.

“on the next operation. ”

“Smythen.”

Oui.

Kang Chan looked at Smythen and said,

“If you're gonna talk nonsense, do it next time. If you don't want to go on an operation because you don't feel good, I'd like to ask you to move to a different location. ”

“The 13th Regiment is governed by the rules……. ”

As the mug was turned around, Smythen kept his mouth shut.

“I asked you to take a leave of absence, and you didn't feel good about coming all the time? You know it's the second one already, right? ”

“Didn't you do my part? ”

Sweet.

When Kang Chan drops the mug, Smythen winks.

“Don't talk nonsense. ”

It was when Kang Chan once again bit a cigarette in his mouth.

Smythen stood up with a dissatisfied expression.

Smythen is a man who doesn't know how to give up.

What you want to do is go to the advantage of the Sudan and the way you want to do it. What you want to eat is the man you see in your mouth, Smythen.

He immediately moved to Shahran's barracks.

“What's going on? ”

The sitting Shahran looks sharply at the standing Smythen.

“I have something to tell you. ”

I didn't speak for a moment.

“Sit down.”

And there was a directive recommending a seat.

“I don't feel well, so I want to reject this operation. ”

“Hmm.”

Shahran covers his paperwork and leans his torso back.

“Discuss that with the old commander. ”

“I said it, but I didn't take it. ”

“Why?"

“That is……. ”

Shahran smiles strangely at Smythen.

“Hey, Smythen. The 11th Regiment of the 13th Regiment is where all the Special Forces want to come. You will know that Kalima is a special place for the 11th. ”

Smythen was speechless.

“If the old commander puts in one application, you'll go to another. There are rules, but above all, I will not refuse Chaney's request. Do you want that?”

“Not really. ”

Simple, selfish, greedy, girl-like.

Shahran shines her eyes with a strange smile.

“This time, get out of the operation. And if this happens in the future, come to me first. ”

I heard what Smythen was saying.

“When you're under a strong and self-serving old commander, your crew will always be compelled to sacrifice. However, I think that a member of the crew who tries as hard as you and does my part should be rewarded more. Isn't that right?”

“Yes.”

“That's why I say it. If you have any regrets in the future, come to me right away. And……. ”

Shahran shakes his head again to say something.

“No, stop going. ”

Oui.

That's how Smith went to the barracks.

* * *

He's ignorant. He's not a fool.

He clearly saw the status of the hymn during his admission to the training camp. And two days after his admission, like a lie, he even received a simple passport named Dayeru Azar.

It was a new birth.

The passport was brought by an intelligence agent from Algeria in order to deal with people who did not know what the French were saying.

“I don't know anything else, but I like to know the name of the weapon, the firing order and the retreat order in French. ”

“Okay. But who brought me here? ”

The instructor spills hot steam like he didn't even know if he was here.

“It won't be easy to get through this. The moment you are injured, you immediately drop out of it, and even if you don't get through the process, you drop out. But if you pass this course, you will immediately go to Special Team Education. ”

I asked if Kang Chan was a giant and I got the wrong answer.

It was a moment when he might have misunderstood the question.

“The one who brought you is the Fresh-Obble Blackfield. The leader of the most outstanding foreign team in Africa. I wanted to get into his old unit, so the crew I applied for lined up. ”

It felt like one side of my chest was getting cooler.

“Even the French Intelligence Agency is a special team commander. ”

“Fuchch.”

Yes! It's less unfair to get beaten up.

“But what does it have to do with him? ”

This time, the instructor asks a question with a curious face.

What kind of relationship?

It's all about being beaten up and beaten up like a dog.

I recalled the hymn of D'Ye.

The eyes that looked down at the slick remained the most impressive.

Why did you bring me here? ’

I wanted to ask when I met him.

Even if I don't think I'm going to answer that.

“When did the training start? ”

“I heard it was training from Monday until this week. ”

“You're lucky you can't add to your life with a passport in your hand. Whatever choice you make in your life here, I hope there are good results. ”

The agent turns around like he's done his job.

I looked down at the passport with my eyes closed.

Military uniforms, militia boots, rifles, great swords, and barracks.

I was sitting in the wrong place I never imagined.

While leaving the training camp, Kang Chan looked at D'Yeru once and moved on.

Compared to Daeyeru, it was a hoarse mass.

Nevertheless, the strong feeling on his shoulders and the hard glowing eyes were still alive.

Was he lonely, too?

I definitely felt that way too.

“Haa!”

Taking away the misconceptions and putting yourself in a bed... ….

“Damn it!”

My neck and sides still ring dirty.

* * *

A hymn pointing to the eye with its index finger and stop reaches towards the tree on the left.

Self-awareness.

Sniper Reznov moved forward carefully to position himself, followed by Smythen, and the rest of the crew as instructed by the hymn.

Now the preparations are over.

Kang Chan looked down once again.

Congo has a combined Catholic and Protestant proportion of half the people.

By the way, if you get out of the city like this, there will be shamans, murders, looting, and trafficking every three days.

Downhill from the mountain.

It was an order to kill the rebel chieftain who ruled the tribe, so frankly, I was sorry to drag the time like this.

It was time for the sun to rise.

It's the moment when wooden houses and shrubs below about 60 meters start a day as uncomfortable as gum sticks on their pants.

The weak rebel leader placed the best house in the middle of a village formed by a hut. It was also a problem that the size of the village was enormously larger than expected.

If you run like this, the screams of a woman with bright ears will explode, the engagement will take place, and the women and children will be sacrificed first.

Some of the women who came out screaming were women who took their AK rifles out of their skirts.

Let's wait.

In the morning, any one of them would crawl out, so I planned to target them.

As the sun rose a little further, women came out of the dungeon, and the children turned their backs.

There were as many people as the town.

After a long arm, the women with newborn children moved comfortably.

It was still difficult to know the age of African women properly.

It was as difficult to solve mathematical problems as it was to guess their age because they usually reversed their hardships and difficulties by two or three layers, with the exception of one or two.

‘Damn it!’

Kang Chan complains about the view of the village in the morning.

There were too many women and children.

There are women who take children, there are women who watch over them, there are men who sell children and women who sleep with them, and that's where the Congo is.

Women who are tired of living will end up crying half a day after taking their children away. It was because I had to suffer from hunger and disease right away.

‘Wouldn't it be better to die like that? ’

I thought I'd run out of time.

There are women running around shooting.

Even if it's the woman who shoots, it's the problem with the guys who put their guns in the women.

If you say that they were taken, it's better to die because they don't have anything, and you should have died in Korea.

Profit.

It was then.

The door of the house in the middle opened, cutting off the thought of hymn.

"Come out."

A black man with a huffy smile comes out with an AK rifle.

Not him.

Next was a middle-aged man with feathers and bone accessories on his head.

That would be a shaman.

Kang Chan slowly aims at the rifle.

Come out. Come out quickly and finish it.

A large, arrogant face crosses the door in a waist dance.

Bingo!

Kang Chan immediately nods at Sniper Reznov and aims at the rifle.

Bushwoong! Whoo!

The target's head explodes and blood splashes around the door.

Fuchung! Fuchung!

Kang Chan immediately pierces the head of the man holding the AK rifle.

The shaman shouts, the women scream, and the children cry.

Chuckle! Chuckle!

I turned the rifle to see if there was anyone else with a sharp weapon.

Duh-duh-duh-duh-duh!

And there was AK fire right next to the door of the rebel building.

Peeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

It was not threatening to maneuver only in the direction of the Great River. But even if you get hit by a bullet like that, your body bursts.

Bushwoong! Find out!

The sniper pulled the trigger, but didn't hit the enemy.

Instead, it was as clear as he hid himself inside.

It meant at least one guy was in there.

Kang Chan slowly turned the rifle and looked at the village once more.

Then I gave him a glance at a house made of dirt.

When I looked down from above, I went to the front house and I saw only half of it.

Now he's hiding again, but there's definitely someone moving the rifle.

I don't carry a shotgun without a minimum of training.

So that's a typical rebel who just pointed to shooting and then pulled the trigger on those who couldn't resist.

I wished it wasn't just a child and a woman.

I wish I wasn't just a curly-haired, withered woman with a stubborn forehead, or a freshly aged child.

The sniper aims at the house where the rebel leader came from, and the Rifle turns the shotgun towards the enemy who will come out of the dirt house.

It was after a brief static flow.

An old man's voice was heard, and a man excelled in the glorious dirt house.

It was a woman with a hood on her head.

Her naked body was rushing towards the place where the hymn was.

Shh, shh, shh.

While the Seekerman barefoot is busy moving, the AK rifle in her hand says you're going to die now.