God of Blackfield

Trucks run hard between the desert mountains.

The four fuel tanks underneath the luggage compartment were clearly showing the burden of this distance.

Bourgh!

A dune dune that turns when you wake up, a slope that rolls when you slip.

Only the runners, and only the experienced ones, run the route by themselves. The truck is skilful.

The man sitting in the middle stares at the hymn.

I wonder what the Freshman of Blackfield looks like, or what the common Eastern man looks like.

Boom! Boom!

The sand emanating from the rear wheel through the mirror next to the passenger seat pops up like dead water on the comb road.

It was about 20 minutes.

“Pull over to safety! ”

“Oui!”

The crew immediately replied and stopped at the bottom of the bluff.

“We're five minutes away! ”

“Oui!”

Kang Chan stepped down from the passenger seat and moved back.

The crewmember in charge of the top vertex of the Semoscope is 12 people, including the hymn. To be honest, it was hard to take pride. Except for one pervert.

“Take five minutes off! ”

On the instruction of Kang Chan, the crew quickly descended and settled between the blunt duck and the truck.

I've been in the passenger seat, but the sand has already been chewed in my mouth.

The mouth was rinsed with water and then the cigarette was bitten in the mouth.

“Spit!”

If you spit out the sand first,

“Fuhu! Fuhu! ”

If you spit out sand and cigarette smoke together, you're a little familiar.

“Whoo!”

If you feel comfortable accepting that sand removes debris between them, ah! He must have done mercenary life in Africa.

After about another 20 minutes, you have to walk an hour to reach your destination. And five minutes passed.

A hymn confirming the crew on the gimbal is back in the passenger seat.

In preparation for his return, the two crew members moved together, and the one sitting in the middle looked as uncomfortable as it could be with the driver's seat.

He'll come back comfortably, so I didn't want to worry about it now.

* * *

I came up with a problem with the Dayero training camp.

No exception shall be made to the training soldiers designated by the Intelligence Service.

In that way, if you don't get your grades or get hurt, you can drop them.

Quada Party! Puck!

Sequence fights, recognized for their foreign unit nature, followed a week of twisting. And it was natural to take the top spot in sequence fights.

There was only one damn thing Algeria's highest order demanded.

Do not force the French to speak after training.

The men of the barracks he was in were, of course, afraid of the Arabic language of all the trainees.

Even the instructors could understand and speak simple Arabic, so I did my best.

Again and again, Doyers are filthy ignorant, not foolish. Besides, he was all the way to the cunning corner. French-speaking and military terms related to weapons that were difficult to catch were also spoken like ghosts.

“Hey, why are you doing this? ”

It was when the unbearable instructor eventually seated the Algerian training soldier next to him and interviewed D'Yeru.

“We have to cooperate. Don't you know there's a French test? It's not like this. ”

“Reduce the time period. ”

“What?”

“Reduce the six-month process. I heard there's a special team camp in four months. If you promise to let me go, I'll admit to speaking French in the barracks. ”

After what the Fresh of Blackfield said in the training camp a few years ago, it would have been a more frustrating thing to say than anything else.

The instructor looks at Daeyero with a face that says I've lived a long time.

“Tell me clearly why you don't learn French properly. No matter how much the Bureau recommends you, I will be forced to send you out for refusal to train. ”

According to what the instructor said with a firm face, D'Ye's reaction was simple.

“I heard that if the recruit goes into battle, he dies within 48 hours. They said it was hard to hold out for 72 hours. ”

“That's..... Go ahead."

The instructor, who thought it was absurd, recalled the freshman of Blackfield and waited for the next word.

“If you're going to die anyway, you'll learn weapons and fighting skills. We need to learn a word or two here, and it doesn't seem like it's going to be a big help, but let's make life easier. ”

It's definitely bullshit.

By the way, if it sounds like the freshman on the Black Team is talking about going on the toughest operation, it sounds oddly plausible, because the eyes of the big Algerian are shining right for him.

“Hmm.”

The God-of-Blackfield brought him himself, and the Intelligence Bureau told him to send him to the head of the special team right after the training.

“Dayeru.”

Oui.

Evil bastard!

The instructor glanced at Daeyero.

Notice the atmosphere with the voice you call, and look at the answer politely.

“I'm sending you to a special team camp that starts in two months. Instead, when there are injuries or dropouts in the educational process, dropping out remains unchanged. And then don't force the Algerian horse in the barracks. ”

Oui.

If only I could throw this trouble into a special team camp.

The instructor intended to excuse the instructions of the Intelligence Service.

The reason I was sent to the head of the special team in a hurry.

“Get out. ”

He walked out to his barracks and said, "Fuchh.” I laughed.

It was thanks to the experience gained on Excel Moon Street.

When I didn't speak French, the organization was the toughest.

Reduced by four months.

The time to reach the poisonous Oriental.

Special team camp will be more difficult, but it doesn't matter.

You just have to shake the shit out of it.

If we can save time, we won't even be able to get the French out. There is another human being in heaven and earth who can break Daeje-ru like the Oriental.

“Wait. I'll stay alive until I get there! ”

I didn't know the day would come when I wanted to meet someone in the world.

I never imagined anyone would want to be with me.

“Fuchch.”

The Algerian crew, who was in charge of interpretation, couldn't even tell the truth because Daeyeru was smiling with such a twinkling of eyes.

* * *

I walked down the street with my feet fluttering.

It is the path of all maps and compasses.

It was an endless path of uphill, downhill, sand, sand.

Shh, shh, shh.

'Let's do it for you guys!’ I feel like I'm having a fever.

At this point, the kidney water must come to mind.

Now we need to collect enough money in the casket to buy as many kidneys as we can, and of course we need to eat the gas before we can eat it.

Boom, boom, boom.

When you go up the sand dunes, you hear this.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

When I go down, I hear something different.

I'm tired but it's hard to relax in a place like this.

It was because there was no way to avoid the incredible sight of those who lived here.

I did it more because I see the target point in front of my eyes.

It's a mountain made of solid dirt that can be dug and lived in. There's no escape if you're aiming for someone up there.

It was after a long walk.

The target point was about a kilometer ahead.

“Stop!"

Kang Chan gave the order, and the crew stopped walking.

“Lesnov! Get ready! ”

“Oui!”

The effective range of Cheitak is approximately two kilometers.

So at this point, Reznov had to take his place in order to prepare the enemies armed with AK rifles.

When Reznov lay down on the sand dunes, two of his crew covered him with sand.

There's only one crew left to assist him.

“Let's go!”

The rest of the crew stepped back under the direction of the hymn.

Boom, boom, boom.

If the nerve is sharpened while exhausted, there is an accident.

This is especially true for the crews involved in the tribal genocide operation.

Whining!

I'm sensitive to the wind blowing over the sand.

A squeeze.

I am also sensitive to the sound of the stone rolling in front of me.

Nothing was different until I got to the target point.

Kang Chan sent four crew members forward first, and went into the mountains after hearing reports that there were no anomalies.

The pits and small caves that will blow in the middle of the mountain are the most frightening.

If a shotgun pops out of there, it would be good enough to say Bandsi.

Upon reaching the target point, the sermon looked around.

The Compass also confirms the direction in which the enemies pushed up from below will appear.

We need to move here and capture the first area below.

I don't know what the evil enemies will look like.

You could use a hostage, or you could run with a bomb on your body with a trunk, and it was obvious that you had to face it before you could confirm it.

Once I needed a break.

It was time to rest for a while and step into hell.

Cheers.

“Lesnov! Move. ”

Cheers.

Oui.

There was an answer from Reznov at the command of the hymn.

“Hu!”

Kang Chan snorted.

There was a feeling of insecurity, like a soothsayer spreading in the sky.

10 a.m.

Since the 11th arrondissement of Gangchan had 11 o'clock to move, it was time to enter the lower target point by now.

Nevertheless, Shahran now directs the movement of troops. It was a ridiculously late instruction given that we had to run one hour from here to the bottom of the area of operations.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The trucks rushed to the area of operations in a row.

Most of the crew assumed that a special mission would have been given to the old battalion commanded by the Gods of Blackfield.

Otherwise, you wouldn't be in danger of dying for an old man better than any other team.

Kang Chan slowly stood up from his seat.

His heart was soaked as if he had a cord of blood clogged, and his eyes were just as fluttering.

Disadvantage and insecurity are completely different things.

It's a difficult operation. I know. This makes it difficult to ignore such anxiety.

When the crew saw the glare of praise, they quickly changed their gaze.

Lesnov and Smythen were accustomed to guessing what such glorious eyes meant.

“We're moving. Manrich! You two, take the lead! ”

“Oui!”

The soldier from Italy moved forward quickly.

“Lesnov! Behind you! ”

“Oui!”

“Let's go!”

Shh, shh, shh.

The crew moved forward as instructed by the hymn.

Needless to say, it moves 50 meters from the leading crew, again two meters apart.

Self-awareness. Zahrack.

Whenever I stepped out, the small stones were confirming the location of the group that had entered the barren mountain.

It was after about 20 minutes of walking.

The crew, who was at the forefront, turned their arms three times and pointed forward.

Finally, the first area appeared before my eyes.

Shh, shh, shh.

Kang Chan lowered his stance and approached where the guard was lying.

The bodies were nude down there.

There was always a war.

But cruel slaughter, like tribal extermination, provokes the watchers to anger. It was because their targets included women and children.

Nigerian children with large eyes and long eyebrows are brutally murdered for tribal extermination. by cutting off his eyes and ears and throwing them to death.

There are even times when you go back and do things like that before you do them.

Increases the chance of reaching the enemy's rifle when you are excited.

“Whoo.”

Kang Chan breathed loudly and uttered his emotions.

From now on, it's time to tell those murderers why the nickname "God of Death" is floating in Africa.

Kang Chan slowly remembered the terrain unfolding down.

False dunes and wooden doors.

There must be some tribes out there that haven't killed them yet.

I don't know why you're slaughtering innocent tribesmen in this area, but right now, the first thing we need to do is settle this.

The hymn points to Lesnov's position and moves down the mountain.