God of Blackfield

Dinner is over. There is also a short break that followed.

“Move!”

According to the instructions of the hymn, Mancini went forward with one of the crew.

The survivors stood and looked at the tomb they had laid on their mourning.

If it weren't for that sadness, if it weren't for the old woman's stubborn eyes sitting against the wall and tearing out her long-lasting tears, she would have survived here.

Shh, shh, shh.

I thought of only one thing with a rifle in my right hand.

The idea that a child who doesn't know when to grow up like Enzo or Gilo might save lives at the end of this step.

Isn't it important that you get a chance to live like Enzo, like Gilo, even if you live like a hymn?

Twenty minutes goes by.

It's really no big deal for trained crews.

It's not about the intense daylight sun and the sands that match it. So it was a matter of walking 20 minutes or so over the desert rather than walking.

The sniper might be digging into the sand like a scorpion and aiming a shotgun, but the scorpion-like venom could actually come up on his feet.

And a bastard like Smythen who keeps standing in the back triggers a murder impulse.

I walked about 20 minutes later.

Tak-tak!

I heard a short shot from the front of the rifle.

As the hymn quickly went forward, Manchini fell down on the rising dunes and looked forward.

Kang Chan climbed up to his side with his left hand strapping forward.

At the end of the sand, there was a hill about 30 meters high, and there was a village of the tribe, as if it had opened its mouth inside. The entrance was narrow and the inside was of such a wide shape.

There was a string of people hanging from the front. Dead. Dead people. I hung my neck like that, but if I'm alive, that makes it even scarier.

The wind shakes the clothes of those who hang from the sand.

To this extent, the cause and the painting of the tribal massacre are correct.

This is even more true when you look at the bodies of children with short legs down from the gaps where the ropes hang.

Shouldn't we have left sooner?

If so, couldn't one of the owners of that little body be as old as the number of red sunsets that would bloom in this desert as this sand?

It was when Kang Chan was looking forward with poisoned eyes.

A scream ran in the wind and passed around the auditorium.

It was a common look.

A man in a turban and a shabby dress grabbed a woman's hair and moved in front of suspended bodies.

The old man shouting something and the screaming child are stopped by AK rifles.

“Lesnov!”

“Oui!”

“Aim for the one who caught the girl! Run when the shooting starts! Manzini! Pick four! Smythen!”

“Oui!”

“Take four and cover your back! ”

“Oui!”

While Reznov was walking down the sand dunes of Cheitak, Kang Chan turned around and checked the maggots. It was easy to hide the sound thanks to shouting and screaming, but that made it difficult to make a fuss.

It is a sandy land.

The speed and difficulty of running was nothing compared to the bare ground.

“After.”

Kang Chan stared ahead.

The shouts burst in a row.

A Sunni man with a rope around the woman's neck was also using evil, and the sound of the old man and child asking for forgiveness was just as desperate.

The Sunni in the dress threw a long rope over the wooden frame.

“Ahhh!”

The boy's scream exploded.

“Lesnov!”

Busheung!

First the gunfire, then the blink of an eye,

Bummer!

The man who threw the rope was stranded as if he had flown.

Shh! Shh! Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Kang Chan ran out, followed by Manchini and four crew members.

Choke!

Kang Chan ran out and pointed his rifle forward.

Fuchung! Fuchung! Fuchung! Fuchung!

There's only one way to shoot like this.

Above all, there was a woman, an old man, and a child with a rope around her neck.

Shh! Shh! Whoa, whoa, whoa!

“Huff! Huff! ”

The sound of a weapon on your body, the sound of sand trampling, and the sound of harsh breathing burst out in a row around you.

Running over the sand without knowing when the bullets will fly is a terrible thing to do.

Bushu! Bushu!

Secondly, I heard a sniper's gunshot.

The distance is about 30 meters.

“Manzini!”

The hymn pointed to the front with a short left hand.

“Huff! Huff! ”

Mancini runs with the two crew members towards the left wall of the entrance.

About 10 meters to go.

Tofu! Tofu! Tofu!

Then I heard a horrible gunshot from the side where Mancini ran.

Fuchschung! Fuchschung! Fuchschung!

Mancini and one of the men are stumbling on the floor, and the other is grinding the rifle towards the assumed direction.

Warlock!

Kang Chan jumped in front of the hostages.

The smell of hanging from the corpses caught me, but I didn't care about it at the moment.

“Take him!”

When Kang Chan wrote the evil, the two crew members dragged the hostages towards the right wall.

Fubberbuck!

The bullets of Gangchan flew forward.

The right waist was hot, and then the child's screams burst again.

Choke! Fuchung! Fuchung! Fuchung! Fuchung!

A gun that pulls back and shoots.

One of the crew is pulling on the old man with a bloody heart.

Quaak!

After entering the entrance, he barely retreated to the right wall.

Duh! Duh! Puebuck! Peeing!

Fuchschung! Fuchschung! Fuchschung!

The crew left alone on the left was in danger.

I was shooting pitifully, but it was difficult to determine where the hole above was located in the auditorium.

Lesnov's not hiding enough to get a sniper.

Took! Puebuck! Pieing! Fuchung! Fuchung!

The crews on the right with the hymn were a gap in the cover fire.

“Is there a way up there? ”

Kang Chan looked back and shouted.

The woman and child seemed to be out of their minds because of the old man who was shot.

“I need a way up there! ”

“Inside! There's a passageway going up from the inside! ”

The boy pointed to the entrance with his right hand.

“There are a lot of people inside! ”

The boy spoke with blunt tears.

Kang Chan pressed the radio button.

Cheers.

“Lesnov! I'm going inside! Cover fire! Move the Mancini until I solve the enemy inside! ”

After finishing the radio, Kang Chan looked back at the two crew members who were together.

I already heard the radio, so I knew enough about it.

Pieing! Fuchung! Fuchung! Took! Puebuck!

‘One, two! ’

Kang Chan jumped inside.

Shh, shh, shh.

Inside was much wider than I had seen outside, than I had guessed.

And the dunes were like the audience of an opera in a dense hill.

Duh! Duh!

I heard gunfire and smoke rising in one of the dunes.

I'm afraid to stand on stage alone looking at an audience with a gun instead of applause. Those bullets could pierce your eyes, tear your neck or heart out.

Chuckle. Fuchung! Fuchung!

Whoo-hoo. Whoo-hoo.

In the shout of the enemy, the gunshot sounded strong, trying to hear the sound of breath.

What the hell is this?

It seemed like someone was pouring water in front of his eyes, and the world was slowly flowing again.

What are you talking about?

I saw it. All of it. unexplained accuracy and detail.

A shotgun from the dunes, the posture of the man who aimed it, and a tall barrel of sand floating in the wind.

Were you already dead when you heard the gunshot?

Is that why you're looking at this crap?

I had similar experiences fighting in training camps.

However, it was not enough to compare with now.

Choke!

Kang Chan aimed at the rifle.

You can't just stare at people who point guns at dead and alive.

Fuchung! Fuchung!

His forehead with an AK rifle was pierced with a Seekerman hole, and he fell down with his head pointed left and right.

Oh, shit!

Choke! Fuchung! Choke! Fuchung! Choke! Fuchung!

Kang Chan continued to run and pulled the trigger.

I thought I was fighting because I was a ghost.

It's all good, though.

That's enough if you can save a crew that's stuck to the wall by itself, rather than just dying.

Fuchung! Fuchung! Fuchung! Fuchung! Fuchung! Fuchung!

It doesn't matter what you believe, if you die, you must go to hell.

Fuchung! Fuchung! Fuchung! Fuchung! Fuchung! Fuchung!

Kang Chan jumps to the back of the left wall pointed at by the boy.

There was a staircase inside that looked like a dune.

Line me up when I go to hell and kill me again!

Warlock!

It was when Kang Chan stepped on the stairs and turned around.

Lightning!

The knife fell over his head.

Whoo-hoo. Whoo-hoo.

You bastards! Do you see me dead?

Then you should know the knife is falling slowly!

Fuchung! Fuchung!

It was just after Kang Chan pulled the trigger.

Whip!

Another knife flew up the stairs.

This is too late to turn the gun.

Warlock!

The hymn was attached to the wall as it was.

Khhhh!

And I grabbed the clothes of the man who swung the knife.

Yep!

I pulled the great sword that I had hung from my waist.

Pooh! Fit! Fiat!

I cut and stabbed his armpits, his sides, his neck and his reputation in a row.

Quada-da! Chelperduck!

He rolls up the stairs and falls to the ground.

* * *

The Demon of the North and the Unarmed King of the South were monsters and heroes that guaranteed death to the enemy and life to their allies.

Zec.

The bucket stops in place as if the leaf had solidified at the sound of the shoulder thrust.

There was no one where he quickly turned his gaze.

There was a steel ledge there until I turned my head.

Crumb! Spatula!

After a while, I heard a familiar sound in the dark.

The bucket exhaled and swallowed the dry spit.

Even though a man moves and doesn't sound like that, he only moves his left hand and turns Spetsnatz's neck to be afraid.

Now, I must have cut my throat deliberately to stop the sound of a broken cervical bone, but I didn't squeak once by twisting the enemy's mouth and nose.

Ugh.

Steel Gyu reveals her face as if she were blooming in the dark.

Let's go.

He pointed in the direction with his eyes and disappeared.

The bucket burst into tears.

It's the day your child was born. Everyone knows. However, according to information Spetsnatz is coming down today, he goes on like that again.

“Go in today. ”

Nam Il-gyu's recommendation was that Steel Gyu be laughed at.

“At the outpost, all those children are someone's precious sons. ”

“About a day……. ”

“It's Il-gyu.”

“Sergeant, Nam Il-gyu. ”

Even though Nam Il-gyu answered quickly, Steel Gyu did not speak for a moment.

Still alive, Steel Gyu was a legend.

It was he who was more famous among the enemy than his allies.

It was said that if there was a North Korean military airman who took Steel Gyu's neck with a thud, he would be the head of the People's Armed Forces.

“Our relief! ”

Steel Gyu shouted,

“Family! I'm sorry! I have sacrificed my life for the country and for my colleagues! ”

Nam Il-gyu answered firmly.

Ugh.

At that time, Nam Il-gyu whistled her head out from the side of the bucket.

Hammer almost killed Dimil the Great Sword.

"What are you doing?"

If you live like this for a long time, you can see what you're thinking.

Let's go!

The bucket nods and walks to the place where Nam Il-gyu moved.

It was a dark night because the moon was thinning.

I can barely hear the enemy's breath.

We need to find the ambushed enemy through the search.

‘He'll resent his son a lot later. ’

The bucket quickly made up its mind.

I don't want to talk to anyone else.

It was about 30 seconds before the bucket moved forward.

Kwazak! Spatula! Whew! Puck! Quajazak!

I heard a horrible sound.

No matter how urgent, running was a suicide act.

We had to see if there was movement around, and we had to go as carefully as the trees were shaking in the wind.

Quajazak! Piit! Pueblo!

After two more steps.

The shadows were twisted against the dark sky.

Five surrounded one.

You want me to be more patient here?

Warlock!

As soon as the bucket runs,

Crumb!

The leaves were shaking right next to each other.

Basasac!

Someone hit that leaf again.

Puebuck!

It was Nam Il-gyu. He overcame Spetsnatsu, who was after the bucket.

The bucket abandons him and rushes towards the Steel Gyu against five people.

Huiq!

An enemy on the outside swung a knife toward the bucket.

Whoops! Puebuck! Puebuck!

The bucket draws the great sword on his shoulder and deals with the enemy.

It was a fight that ended when one side had to die.

The shouts and greetings were even more horrible because it was a fight that could not even hear the harsh breath.

Quaak!

The bucket hit by the enemy's fist is evil.

I suffocated.

Squeak! Squeak! Puck! Piyut!

There are five of these enemies on their own, and now there are four of them.

Waaaaaaaah! Phew! Fit!?

It was just after the bucket stopped the enemy's sword and swung the Great Sword twice.

Shh! Shh!

Bucket side and forearm with fangs attached.

"Turn it off!"

It was a Spetsnatz unique weapon.

Khhhh!

The bucket grips the enemy's neck like a bad idea.

You didn't know this was gonna happen, did you?

You didn't know anyone was teaching you to use a stabbed arm, did you?

I am the right-hand man of the unarmed king!

It's like an unarmed victory!

Phew! Phew!

I learned to open my eyes first when I catch an enemy.

Shh! Shh!

Right armpit and neck,

Surgery!

Then I learned to cut the wail.

“Glug.”

It was when the enemy's body was brushed to the ground.

A scary eye appeared before him.

He once saw an enemy crumpled to the ground and looked at the bucket.

Whoo-hoo. Whoo-hoo.

Knowing his unique breathing is only a bucket and a man-guy. And when he breathes like this, the poison is already in the sky, so no one should touch him.

"Are you okay?"

Yes.

Thank you. That's why I choke again.

Steel Gyu was poisoned by the beatings of Nam Il-gyu and Bucket Gyu.

Swoop! Swoop!

"Crazy bastard! ’

At this touching moment, Nam Il-gyu was busy trying to make Seoul look.