God of Blackfield

Shahran summoned Smythen early in the morning and sat face to face.

“Afterwards. I heard a brief report from the old commander last night. Not a written report, of course. ”

After looking at the paper I took notes on, Shahran raises his head in distress.

“According to Chaney's report, there are more hostiles killed by the eleventh century than there were killed by two foreign troops and two former special forces. Even though it completely took one of the crew out of combat. ”

Shahran pauses and gives a look to Smythen's shoulders.

“Of course, taking a knife to your shoulder is punishable. But it's hard for Channy. There's something the intelligence service expects of him, and as we saw last night, we can't ignore the whole crew showing him respect. ”

Crumb.

Shahran pushes the paper to one side.

“When it comes to being a coward, you can't stand it here. Moreover, Ale and Foreman died in battle. Do you know what the bloody hymn did the first time you smoked? ”

“I didn't see it. ”

“Hmmm. I searched for Ale's dead body and kept him by his side for half an hour. More than 30 men kept him silent behind that channy. If Chaney tells you what to do, you're a coward. ”

After speaking, Shahran raised his right hand and slit his throat.

“While I'm sleeping, I'm strangled. I threw the pride of the 13th Regiment Special Forces on the ground. ”

“There's a misunderstanding about that. ”

Shahran smiles with one side of his lips as he hears Smythen.

“Smythen.”

Oui.

“Was there anything special about Chaney in this operation? ”

“As far as I'm concerned, there was nothing else. ”

“Good.”

Shahran, leaning on the back of the chair, opened his mouth in a relaxed attitude.

“The old commander asked me to send you to another unit. His personality won't make you nervous, but I doubt the rest of the crew will stand still. ”

“Give me a chance. ”

It was after Smith was hanged by Shahran with a pitiful expression and eyes.

“There's one way. ”

There was an answer as if I had waited.

“I think I can cover your work on the condition that Chaney sends the child she brought to France. But I'm too tired to do that. ”

“Help me. I will do whatever you want me to do. ”

Smythen hangs over Shahran's sharp eyes with a desperate expression and voice.

“Can I trust you? ”

“You can handle as many soldiers as you want, right? And I'm, like, never going to change. ”

Shahran smiled as if mimicking the hymn.

Munbaki stayed with the hymn for about three days.

It's a child.

During those three days, however, the young Munbaki knew for sure.

how much they admire the hymn.

I've never seen an Oriental before.

There was only one hymn at the base.

Towards such a hymn, the respect of the entire crew made young Munbaki's heart beat.

“Cafetino.”

Munbaki called the hymn that way.

“Munbaki! Come here! ”

The crew took Munbaki with them to get something to eat, and even played with the ball they had never seen before when the child was born.

I was delighted, embarrassed, and anxious about my childhood on the one hand.

And that anxiety came true.

It was time to kick the ball with the troops and return to Gangchan with a red face.

“Munbaki.”

“Above, Cafetino. ”

Kang Chan called, and Munbaki sat across from him after answering.

“I'm going to France tomorrow. ”

“Cafetino?”

“We can't be together here. We should all be scattered in two days. ”

“I'll run errands. I'll do whatever you say. ”

Kang Chan reached out with a smile.

The smell of cigarettes came from his hand, which stroked his head.

“I'll find out where to stay and the school. When you finish school, don't tell me you can apply to the Foreign Service. ”

“What if I graduate? ”

Kang Chan nodded, replacing the answer.

Young Munbaki also knew.

I know I can't keep hanging here.

“Cafetino.”

Munbaki quietly praised.

“You'll give it to me sometime, won't you? ”

Kang Chan nods with a smile.

“I promise.”

“I promise.”

Munbaki lifts his right palm and spits.

Then he turned to the hymn.

“If you catch this, is it a promise? ”

“It's a promise you'll never break. ”

“Don't go to France and get dizzy. ”

Khhhh.

Kang Chan smiled and grabbed his hand.

The next day, Munbaki left with thick tears.

Kang Chan moved to Kilima in the Democratic Republic of the Congo the following day.

I was with Smythen.

* * *

The crew was reinforced according to the Old Testament.

Three months have passed.

In the meantime, Lecture, which conducted four operations, formally requested leave. It was an act that had never happened before, and the upper house approved the leave applied for by Kang Chan without saying a word.

It was a reward for the ability of the God-of-Black Field and the tremendous achievements seen in the four operations.

Unexpectedly, Kang Chan took a vacation in Kilima.

Lecture breaks were like the holidays of the eleventh century.

I had to reinforce three crew members.

Candidates were crowded against the difficult tasks of the Old Testament and the death or injury caused by each operation.

The 11th Battalion, the 13th Battalion, was a kind of honor, pride, and legend to the members who supported the Special Forces.

“Choose from here. ”

Shahran puts the paperwork out in front of the stronghold.

“One of them said he had a grudge. There seems to have been a lot of trouble at the Special Team Training Center. Though he judged carefully, he was asked to answer in a hurry. ”

Kang Chan received the paperwork from Shahran.

“Why don't you go out and meet a girl, unwind and come in? ”

“I just wanted to take a break. I need days without mission waiting. ”

Shahran accepted the hymn with a faceless face.

“Check and select three people by evening. ”

“Got it.”

Kang Chan returned to the barracks of Shahran, a barracks used by me and myself.

Boom!

The auditorium, which threw the paperwork at the table, sat in front of him and took out a cigarette.

It is always uncomfortable to select a crew.

When did the candidates begin to flock, and from then on, the lecture was given selection authority, which was a burden.

Chul-kung. Chiait.

“Whoo.”

It was the time when the door was opened with cigarettes.

One of the crew approached with a mug of coffee.

“Are you selecting a crew? ”

He sits across the hall and gives out a mug.

It didn't smell bad with sweet coffee.

Kang Chan raises a mug and raises his torso on his backrest for coffee.

“Why aren't you going out? ”

“There was nowhere to go. ”

“Don't you have any money? ”

“I had enough money to lend it to Smythen. ”

Kang Chan picks up and laughs, and he smiles along the same path.

“Whoo.”

Kang Chan glanced at the paperwork, breathing tobacco smoke.

I can't believe there are so many lunatics who want to come to the Old Testament.

“There are many who want to run under the commander. I'm honored to be with the captain. Do you see pride?”

Iris, who stares at the paperwork, sets her torso firmly with an exaggerated expression.

A man who laughs and chatters like that will one day return to his bloody corpse.

“I like that. When I come back from a tough run with the captain, when other old men pay their respects to the captain, and when the foreign troops look at me with marvellous eyes, I think it's really good to be here every time, and under the captain. ”

“Crazy bastard.”

Irick picks up and laughs.

“There are a lot of people who are mimicking the changeover to the Magazine. Here we go.”

Irick stood up from his seat.

The Irishman had a stronger body than anyone else, and had a better personality.

Kang Chan drank another sip of coffee and handed over the outside of the paperwork.

I had to select three men, including one sniper.

Feeding.

But the moment I looked into the first chapter, I stopped laughing.

It was Dayeru.

A beaky eye with a large head was staring at the hymn as if to make a quick selection.

He can't come here anymore.

Even going to Special Forces training without a general military career required the attention of the Intelligence Service.

Lectures examined the training situation and specificities.

[Early passage of training. A recommendation from the Fresh of Blackfields.]

Only formal reporting seemed to be a good crew.

Kang Chan looked down at the writing he had written.

[I don't speak French at all. No willingness to learn. Repressing motivators with violence during training. Determined to be difficult to adapt by placing it anywhere.]

It was written in the last words, which meant never to vote.

The instructor who wrote the article looked pretty rotten.

[Designated as a condition for applying to the 11th Battalion of the 13th Regiment. If you refuse in the Eleventh Army, you will be discharged as an outsider.]

At the end, the letters "inadequate" and "out-of-court processing" were heavily written.

Kang Chan looked at the candidates in the back.

They were all special team members with more than two years of experience, except for Daeyeru.

However, it is not the time for special team training to end, so the recruit did not even come out unless he applied for leave on the same terms as Daeyero.

Kang Chan designated three men and moved to Shahran's barracks with the paperwork.

Shahran saw only the gaze of DaYeru's documents and saw the hymn. But he said, "I know. I'll let you know.” I said nothing else.

Running around the troops and taking a leave of absence with the exercise, the crew returned.

Soon after the arrival of the crew, three of the men selected by Kang Chan entered Kilima's base.

Shh, shh, shh.

Three crew members walked in front of Kang Chan's barracks.

Two men with MP5SD and one sniper behind Cheytak.

Dayeru's eyes twitched when he saw the hymn.

“Why didn't you learn French? ”

“Fuchch.”

He replied with a unique laugh that addressed the question of hymns.

“Mejani!”

As the hymn grows louder, Mezzani approaches quickly.

“Take him and stay with him for a while. I don't understand any French. ”

“Got it.”

Medjani, an Algerian soldier, pointed to the barracks with his head.

“Captain.”

It was then.

Dayeru sang a hymn in French.

That's all. After that, he speaks something fast Algerian.

“I heard you call the captain that. And thank you for letting me come here. ”

Feeding.

“Go change your clothes and tell them to come. Have a cigarette. ”

“Got it.”

When Mezzani spoke, Daejeeru, who had seen the hymn, followed him.

“You two are from the Special Forces, so you don't have to say anything else, do you? One barracks are empty inside. Once you two get there. ”

“I'm happy to be living with the commander. ”

Montashel, who was selected as a sniper, replied firmly and turned around.

It's always a burden to get a new crew.

And you get to know your face.

Kwazak! The Kwada Party!

It is also the case that such a commotion occurs.

Kang Chan stood up from the table frowning.

The other two have a career, so there's only one person who can make such a fuss.

Shh, shh, shh.

While the hymn is walking, the Quada Party and the Pueblo! Puck! ’I heard it in a row.

The three of them stood in front of the barracks and quickly fled.

Pearl!

Immediately, Kang Chan stepped inside with a curtain covering the entrance of the barracks.

Puck! Puck! Boom! Boom!

Daeyeru was sitting on a smidge as big as me and banging him unilaterally.

“Stop it!”

At the end of the hymn, Daeyeru snapped his head.

“Shuffle.”

Smythen, who became bloody, was moaning, and the reason for sitting on him was blowing his eyes.

Kang Chan looked straight into Daeyeru's eyes.

That was the typical look in the eyes of the surviving world.

I can knock you again if you want.

If I couldn't fix it, I would break my arm and send it away. Because a man who doesn't listen to orders endangers the lives of other men.

“You son of a bitch. ”

It was the moment Kang Chan spat in Korean.

Daeyeru raised his body from Smythen.

Kang Chan looked at Mejani with his eyes wanting an explanation.

“I refused to let Smythen boil coffee, and it went like this. ”

Smythen, who blocked his nose, barely caused a torso.

Aye, that son of a bitch.

Kang Chan went to the barracks without saying a word.