God of Blackfield

The situation was similar to that of the previous village.

An old woman leans against the wall, sweeping the snowflakes and tears, and an old man grabs her breast and tries to accept the death of her middle-aged son.

A screaming boy keeps hitting his head. It was a unique way for them to express their grief, and this was also nothing.

Kang Chan looks down at the two crew members lying at the village entrance.

The crew with the eye and neck pierced by the chest died there, and the other crew suffered until just before they died.

Chul-kung. Cheeit.

Kang Chan sucked cigarettes deep into his mouth.

“Whoo.”

I tried to bear the anger by spitting smoke on my mouth. So I slowly put the lighter in, and I bit it as tightly as if my teeth would break.

“Whoo.”

When the second cigarette smoke was spilled, the crew quickly noticed the strong hymn.

“Spit!”

You want me to jump in late and leave the guy who killed two of my colleagues behind?

Whew!

The revolving hymn blew his right fist.

Pueblo!

“Argh! Argh! Ugh!”

Smythen, who was flinching to stop his torso, shook his head and threw up his breath.

“Captain!”

Yep!

Reznov, who was trying to dry the hymn, winked and retreated. It was because Kang Chan took the Great Sword out of his hand.

Shh! Shh!

“Turn it off!”

Kang Chan chopped off both of Smith's clavicle muscles.

Pueblo!

And I put him up on my knees in a row.

Quada Faction!?

He leans back and kneads against the top wall of the dead crew.

“Lesnov!”

“Oui!”

“Retrieve all of this son of a bitch's weapons! From now on, this son of a bitch is out of the operational force. ”

There was no answer.

When Kang Chan turned his head, Lesnov said in front of the crew of the bored face, “Oui!” I said yes.

I groaned as if Smythen was feeling dizzy, but I wasn't as pitiful or heartless as the tip of my fingernails.

“Smythen.”

Oui.

“From now on, I exclude you from my command. If you are caught in possession of a weapon, I will consider it to be for the purpose of killing me or my crew, and I will kill you immediately. ”

It was the moment Smith looked at the hymn.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Kang Chan trampled on Smythen like he was really trying to kill her.

“If you have eyeballs, look! You bastard!”

Boom! Boom! Pueblo!

“Two of the men who put their backs on you are dead. Two crew members who trusted you! ”

Boom! Boom! Pueblo!

“Captain!”

As Reznov did not draw the hymn, he hung it and barely separated it from Smythen.

“Ale! Foreman! ”

When Kang Chan turns around and calls out his name, two crewmembers rush forward.

Waiting for Smythen's instructions, he was a late prowler.

“Look at the dead. And keep that in mind. I left you behind and ran away. ”

The two of them look at each other with their eyes full.

“Look! You bastards! ”

The gaze of the two crew members flies strangely to the Great Sword that the strong hymn still holds.

It was a glorious moment.

“Captain! Please! These two were following orders! Stabbing even these bastards makes it hard to stop a hundred medals! ”

He hangs on the arm of the hymn, like a bad man who hangs on his lover who is leaving.

“You two stay here. ”

Oui.

It was just after the two of them answered in a desperate voice.

Reznov recommended a cigarette to his hand with a big sword.

Kang Chan put a big sword in his mouth and asked for the cigarette that Reznov gave him. Every time I saw the dead, he burst into thin air, and I thought he was really going to have an accident.

Shh, shh, shh.

Kang Chan walked toward the entrance where he jumped and quickly followed Reznov, who had instructed him to heal Smythen with his head.

The 11th Battalion of the 13th Regiment was famous throughout Africa.

Kang Chan became more famous as he got a nickname for the freshman of Blackfield, and his first and second battles were a story that the newcomers heard once and for all.

Reznov stands toward the desert where he has been running and looks at the back of a cigarette.

Between the intense sun and the dazzling sand, white tobacco smoke was passing through his head and vanishing into the air.

Just this battle.

Running alone in front of the most vulnerable, he jumped into the tunnel, where he dealt with 14 men with great swords and rifles.

Reznov is a sniper.

His cheetah was a weapon that was not used by the French expatriates, and he ended up holding the cheetah in the hands of Reznov.

Well, a good sniper covers a firearm, but there's a gun that I've always wanted since I was a sniper.

Anyway, since he was a sniper, Reznov was always watching him from behind the hymn.

So I know.

How scary he was when he ran to the enemy.

There was another thing I learned because I mainly saw the back.

That young Oriental conductor really couldn't stand the death of his crew.

What is the only weakness of the God-of Blackfield that will bring death to the enemy?

Other crew members may not feel as real as Reznov because they want to protect the crew.

As he pulled the trigger with his rifle pointed at him, when his enemies collapsed in front of him, he felt the direction in which he turned the rifle.

He was always counting the crew that followed him.

The cigarette smoke emitted by the thunderclap scattered again into the air.

The young Oriental commander was angry in memory of the soldiers who had died alone, blaming himself for what he had failed to protect.

“Hmmm.”

Reznov breathed loudly.

I want to stay with him for a long time.

So I want to see what he looks like when he grows older.

I lost two of my crew, but it was another stunning battle I fought under the name of the 13th Regiment Special Forces.

A man who protects the pride of his special team.

Reznov shakes his head with excitement and looks back. The two crew members were supporting Smythen and moving him to one side. If he's from Matt's house, no one's gonna be able to handle it, but he's met the right guy.

* * *

There was an urgent radio call for support in a row.

“2 2nd Battalion of the 3rd Battalion call for rescue in Echo, Lima! ”

And the situation was getting worse.

“Stand down! Stand down! Give the order!”

According to Shahran's malicious instructions, the employee in charge of the radio gave him a glance.

Withdrawal of power from the bottom causes enemies to flock to the eleventh arrondissement.

In spite of that short gap, the radio was followed by a series of urgent rescue requests and situation reports.

“Withdraw!”

As Shahran confirms at the moment of his gaze, he gives the order again.

“Evacuate from your current position! Repeat! I'm pulling out! The withdrawal point is the bison's nest! ”

After the instruction, the crew stares at the radio with their eyes open. It takes more than an hour and a half for the 11th base to reach the point of departure, even if you start the helicopter.

The enemy will soon notice the retreat order, so one minute and one second was a pity.

The crew once again gazes at Shahran.

He had not yet instructed the helicopter to depart.

“I'm going to the withdrawal point. ”

That's when Shahran stood up.

“What should be the structure of the 11th century? ”

Shahran only stared at me with his bitter eyes and said nothing else. Then I left the situation room immediately.

“Whoo.”

Furry.

The crew sat down.

The sound of the desperate scene I heard on the radio a little while ago was still vivid in my ears, so I felt like I had seen what the eleventh century would go through.

* * *

It took the sun to reach the middle of the back.

I've already had two battles, and I've lost two men.

‘What do we do? ’

The village in front was 15 minutes away.

Kang Chan glanced back.

The cry of a boy who had not passed the denaturation was heard more hastily and desperately than that of a girl.

The man who was brushing in front of the crying boy beating his head with the palm of his hand restlessly still hung a rope around his neck.

Someone will still have a rope around their neck in 15 minutes, and someone will be chopped off by a knife.

If you pretend you don't know, close your eyes once and you can smoke here, drink water, and spend some time here. That doesn't mean you disobeyed orders.

Kang Chan looked at the front where the sun had risen.

Killing people is not pleasant.

I want to stop.

“Ahhh.”

Kang Chan looked back once again.

The boy, who burst into a sharp cry like a girl, was pounding his head so that he was sick.

The corpse of a middle-aged woman in front of a child who lost her father came into the eyes of hymn.

“Argh! Argh! ”

The boy's cry was strangely stacked in his chest.

“Lesnov!”

“Oui!”

“Here we go!”

“Oui!”

I can't say anything until I grumble that I've met the wrong commander. It's actually like that.

By the way.

At least if you stand in front of civilians in military uniform, you should be in a position to run in the direction you think is right and point a gun at the enemy.

Shh, shh, shh.

Gangchan's crew gathered in the future.

“On departure from HQ, the command was to secure the base and stand by. So leaving now is totally my sole operation. ”

With a rifle on his right shoulder, Kang Chan looks at the crew.

“I intend to move forward like this. The mission of our entire unit was to kill all the hostiles and save the tribesmen, so I will follow its instructions. ”

The crew looked at those who were crying.

“It is not a shame to fall out of this operation in accordance with the tradition of the 13th Regiment. Walk over there quietly to the one who doesn't give up. ”

Short silence followed.

“Let's go.”

Reznov pointed towards his head.

Feeding.

Kang Chan walked in front of him, followed by the crew.

Shh, shh, shh.

The hot sun treads evenly on the sand.

This time, the hymn was also a way to walk ahead.

* * *

Basilica stretches her thin lips and draws a strange smile.

“Basili. Only your decision remains. ”

Alexei twists his chunky body in front of him. It was a gesture to overcome the intimidation that Basilica emitted.

“Would it not help me to be president in many ways? ”

“What's the point? ”

“I will help you continue to use Cakevé. ”

“It's the funniest thing I've heard lately. ”

Basilica picked up a pottery kettle and followed the red tea.

Glug.

He lifts the kettle higher and higher, and at the end, the red tea drops almost from the height of his face.

“Alexei.”

“Tell me.”

“Drink red tea. ”

After speaking, Basilica pulls her glass forward.

It was a spacious office until it was desolate.

He placed a round table in the middle of it, and Basili sat there alone with Alexei.

The bodyguards from Cakevé were gathering their hands in front of the door and trying not to miss a small gesture of Basilica.

Basilica drank red tea and wiped her thin lips from the inside of her index finger.

“There's something like this about the way we deal with traitors. Draw shoulders, thighs, flanks and shins with a knife. ”

As Basilica turns her head, one of the agents approaches quickly.

“Bring the vodka. ”

When the agent lowers his head and blinks, this time the serving agent brings vodka and a glass from the other side.

After Basilica spat, it was done at shovel.

Glug.

The agent moves forward to the door as quickly as he fills the glass.

“How far did you go? ”

“That's..... I even said that I draw my body with a sword. ”

“Ah! Did you? Then you tie your hands and feet together, just put your head out and bury it on the ground. Lie down. Cut the ground and lie down. Then Zine smells the blood and digs into his body. ”

After speaking, Basilica sniffs the vodka.

“How many do you think I fed to Zineh until I got up here? What did you do when my bloody crew turned into cold bodies in Bosnia and Ukraine? ”

“Basili. We have a different role to play. I'll cooperate as best I can, so tell me what you want. ”

Basilica, who was following the vodka, looked up and saw Alexei.

“Europe is changing. Now we have something new that won't even give us a business card. Fuyu.”

Basilica shook the bottle and put it down, and Alexei flinched.

“I will run the Russian Intelligence Service as a complete independent entity. ”

Alexei swallowed a dry needle.

“I'll give you the presidency instead. Remember, what I don't do is I don't want the Europeans to eat our Russians. ”

“Got it.”

“That's it, instead. Defence and diplomacy must deal with this after discussing it with the intelligence services. ”

When Basilica opened her eyes white, Alexei said, “I promise.” I said yes.

Basilica points to the door with her head.

It was a disgraceful instruction.

Alexei walks awkwardly. His willingness not to squeeze was flowing out of his body.

Sweet.

It was after Alexei left.

As Basilica gazes, the agent approaches quickly.

“Take care of the woman he meets today. Search that bitch's phone number for the ones with her name on it, the ones with the bank transaction, and kill them all so they don't talk anywhere in the front house, the back house, the neighbourhood, or put them in Siberia for life. ”

“Got it.”

“Ah! Her parents, her brothers and sisters, her children. ”

“Yes.”

As the agent retreated with a flourishing eye, Basili sniffed the vodka into his mouth.

“Ranok, I'm busy trying to figure out what this man is trying to do. But that's what makes a human like that president of Russia. ”

Basilica tightens her thin lips and looks forward.