God of Blackfield

If a bullet flies and sticks, it hurts or dies. And you don't need that much force to pull the trigger to fire that bullet.

Surprise! Surprise!

While descending into the aimed position, the soil continued to flow under the militarization.

They were corpses not long after they died.

Noodle smelled like shit, and now it's too early to tell if it's a corpse for a few days.

It's all good. It's war.

But if you didn't even have the strength to pull the trigger, you would have to kill that tiny, little finger and a more disgusting body than that.

Was it the Shiites' victory that the girl who was throwing out her arms and hair in the cracks of the corpses? Or was it Sunni Temple?

In this damned land, killing children who lived without a wheeled car or even a torn cheek created an unparalleled sense of terror...

Serverback! Serverback!

Fear? You know that's too bad for you, right?

That's how people feel.

Two on the left and four on the right of the lecture followed in a similar manner.

After descending the hill and passing by the pile of seats, a rope of dirt passes to the front.

I was up and down on the ridge.

The upper dunes, which are carved out of a wall of dirt, are taken by Reznov, who hangs over stairs or dry trees like ladders.

As Kang Chan nodded to the left, two of the crew ran quickly and clinched to the wall.

Whoo-hoo. Whoo-hoo.

It is still difficult to send the squad to the right.

Above the ridge, the dunes continue and become the target of the enemy.

It was when the hymn looked back briefly.

Busheung! Puck!

Like answering the gaze, Lesnov's sniper sounded.

Yi Yi Yi!

An enemy drops about five metres from the top.

Bark! Warlock!

And from the front, the enemies rush out in unison.

Choke!?

As soon as you turn the gun and pull the trigger,

Fuchung! Fuchung! Puchung! Puchung!?

The enemy's forehead explodes and Fibo blooms.

Fuchung! Fuchung! Fuchung! Fuchung!

The other one collapses as if someone grabbed him in the back.

I wanted to pierce my eyeballs.

I also wanted to break through the middle of my nose to struggle with terrible pain.

Fuchung! Fuchung! Fuchung! Fuchung!

It's easy to be a monster caught in madness.

However, if you do that here, one day you'll slit your throat like them, or you'll be tied to a tree and set fire to it, so I don't want to look like that, so I cut my forehead.

Fuchung! Fuchung! Fuchung! Fuchung!

The sermon ran in front of him, pulling the trigger, and the two crew members followed from left to right.

Fuchung! Fuchung!

And he pulled the trigger quickly and accurately, one step at a time, necessarily piercing the enemy's forehead.

Choke! Fuchung! Fuchong! Fuchong! Pueblo!

When Kang Chan pierced his forehead again,

Fuchschung! Furburbuck! Fuchshung!

Manrich pierces the neck and trunk of the enemy who jumps out of his side.

Boom! Boom!

RPG, the grenade that appears above the gaze of Kang Chan, was the lesnoff that hid behind.

They are cruel, but there are no proper mercenaries yet.

Chuckle! Chuckle!

The left and right salphin raised his left hand, turned one wheel, and pointed forward.

Shh! Shh! Oh, my God!

The rest of the crew who were standing by quickly rushed to where the hymn was.

Kang Chan pointed twice to the front with his left hand index and stop.

Two by two, two groups moved to search the front.

It is the end of the Sunni Node.

This place is so precarious that it doesn't really count as a tribe. So if we solve this problem, it makes sense that there are not many enemies left.

Whoo-hoo. Whoo-hoo.

Kang Chan moves toward the largest door in the center with two of his crew aimed at the gun.

Then, with his head, he attached the crew to the left and right walls, and stood to the right of the door.

Fuchshung! Fuchschung!

I heard gunshots in the crews searching the other dungeons.

"Get ready!"

Manrich nods as Kang Chan throws his gaze.

‘One, two! ’

Quang! Choke!

He kicks the door with his foot, and the hymn moves and pushes the gun inside.

The woman, the elderly, and the children were swallowing screams with astonishing eyes.

Chuckle! Chuckle!

The hymn quickly looked at the faces of those inside.

Whether or not there is an enemy in this is all in their eyes.

Especially in the eyes of the elderly.

“A man with a bomb in his body? ”

Niger is a French speaking country.

Some quickly rolled their eyes left and right.

I wanted to look back, but it was a move that came out when I couldn't.

At this point, the first person to open his mouth is the culprit.

“Isn't there anyone else here? ”

An old man in the back raises his head.

He opens his mouth after he notices the hymn.

“Everyone here. ”

It was the moment he had to answer. The eyes of the tribesmen who can't look back seem to shake.

Feeding.

When he saw the laughter of the hymn, it was a time of blemish.

Chuckle. Fuchung! Furry! Furious!

The old man's forehead was bluntly pierced and turned back.

Salphin hymns the shrivellers again, asking questions.

“The one with the bomb? ”

Again, there were people rolling their gaze.

And a woman raised her trembling hand beside her face.

“I go out one by one from the person I point to. Slowly.”

Kang Chan nodded at the woman and child in front of him.

After the two men who stood up in the crowd, they quickly escaped the dungeon.

Choke.

As Kang Chan turned the rifle, the winking people sank.

When this happens, the person who wraps the bomb around Urr gets excited.

The feeling of anxiety that you might be left alone and then killed, the idea that you might miss your chance to get out, is that you act too much to stay away from people.

“Only those I command move slowly. ”

The following were three.

First I checked to see if there were lines around and then I looked in the eye. I know when I look in the eye. They were not good at deceiving others, so they kept the fact in their eyes.

The hymn that sent out all those who sat in front of him in order approached the woman with her hands around the bomb.

“I'll get you out the back and get rid of the bomb. So don't move, just hang in there. ”

The woman nods.

People who had received the hymn of praise swiftly went out through the woman.

The woman looked mid-50s.

Kang Chan nods at the Manchini in the back.

Shh, shh, shh.

Mancini and one of the crew slowly retreat towards the door.

The preparations are over.

Kang Chan, who lowered the rifle, slowly approached the woman.

“And the bomb?”

The woman pointed at the ship with her gaze.

“I'll cut you off from behind, so if you don't move, nothing will happen. ”

The woman frowns and nods as hard as she can. He thought that Kang Chan might kill himself by putting the trigger behind him.

Kang Chan slowly lowers his stance.

Yep.

Then I took out the great sword that I had hung on my ankle and approached the woman.

Dynamite simply wraps around the waist. It is usually most common to connect a switched detonator to it.

After approaching the woman's back, the hymn cuts the lines around her back one by one. After cutting off the six strands, the dynamite belt that was hanging from the woman's body gushed down.

“Huff. Huff. ”

A woman who took a bad breath swallowed a drool.

“Get out.”

After a short instruction, a woman ran out, throwing a screaming cry into the dungeon.

It was when the hymn arose.

“How did you know the old man was holding the switch? ”

Mancini asks a question as he looks at the old man who is in love with him.

“When he spoke, the women saw his children in unison. ”

If I could really recognize that, Turo looked back at the inspiration of the dead, and I didn't hear the answer.

Shahran looks at the map with a miserable face.

Resistance was not good from the start.

As planned, they were enemies who should have been pushed up from the moment they entered. By the way, the hostiles were building a low-lying line downstairs and even mobilizing troops from Kudes to rebel.

The sacrifice of three squadrons, six squadrons, and two squadrons was the biggest problem, although the old Special Forces did not know.

“Damn it!”

As always, human work was a different outcome than expected.

I departed late on purpose to drive the enemies upward, and strangely, I concentrated down to the enemies that should be upward.

The hostiles seem to have more troops at the top.

Otherwise, the Twelve will be scared, so they won't push down and come down against this many troops.

“Damn it!”

If it's a hymn, it won't fall easily.

It was now a time when we needed an excuse for why we had to leave one hour late rather than on which side the enemy was on.

I needed to make sure they weren't messing around.

Fear and shock can make grief difficult to deal with.

Those who pulled the body ripped open their breasts and wept or threw up their mourning as they leaned on the shattered mountain.

Kang Chan looked back at the path that led to him. There are no roads. Just a little further down the sand-covered road, you'll find a dune or a dirt house like this.

“I've finished my search. ”

It was reported that Reznov, who approached with a squeak, gave it to me.

“Twenty-six killings. ”

As Kang Chan turned his back, “I didn't see any tribal deaths.” It was followed by a report that I should like to make.

“Set up two crew members where we came in and take a break. I'll let you know when the departure is decided. ”

Oui.

Kang Chan took out a cigarette and asked his mouth with his gaze on the direction he should walk.

I needed to know why Sunni killed those people.

Tribal massacre?

I knew the moment I saw the people who remained in the cave.

Sunni didn't just target this place for tribal slaughter, they killed the tribe as an example to get something.

I don't know what it is.

However, if half of the tribe dies, it's either a treasure to protect, or if you don't know how to kill half, it's one of them.

There is no way for such people to answer the question of hymns.

Nor are treasures coveted.

However, knowing what it was, it was much easier and quicker to deal with the enemy, and the expectation was that even one crew would be less sacrificed.

Chul-kung. Cheeit.

Kang Chan lighted the cigarette and glanced at the front.

A sky that is as colorful as bleach, a sandstorm that flows through the tip of the mountain like a puddle, and sand that shines intensely against the sun.

A desperate cry burst out with a scream.

“Whoo.”

Kang Chan didn't even turn his head.

What else can I use to see a cave pierced by a fierce mountain, a corpse in front of it, and people howling in front of it?

It's okay to wait here and fight the hostiles as instructed.

If you calculate it on the map, you can walk about 20 minutes and there is another tribe.

There, someone else might suffer such a desperate death.

"Tsk!"

Kang Chan turns his head towards the back.

Hey, you bastard!

I complained with an unfair expression that Smythen knew what was wrong with my feet.

“Lesnov!”

“Oui!”

“Finish your lunch! We're leaving in half an hour! ”

Reznov answered big.

After a while, he came to the auditorium with a recitation of the crew. The two of them sat on their backs where they could see the road connected to the village.

“Captain. Is there a problem? ”

He cut the chocolate in his mouth and asked me a question.

“And the number of tribal massacres and killings, and the condition of the bodies is too calm. And the tribal reactions. A tribal treasure, perhaps? I think I got into a fight looking for something like that. ”

Kang Chan looked around with a biscuit in his mouth.

“I don't care what they have..... ”

Reznov slowly chewed the food and waited for the next words of hymn.

“If it's not their lives that we protect, but the treasures that we don't know, it makes them angry. ”

Reznov looks up to breaking biscuits.