God of Blackfield

It was a monarchel with a gentle impression of a moderate body shape.

Yippee!

Nevertheless, he is now scratching his dead enemy's head with poisonous eyes.

“This is him. He was a little further away than where the others carried him or moved. ”

He was a half-grown man with a neck on his shoulder.

Kang Chan stood down in front of the cave.

I stepped back two steps to avoid an unknown shooter, and I put my rifle on my shoulder.

I still needed a little more time for the day to shine.

“Mejani! Take a look at the wounded, call Irik. ”

“Oui!”

It was a bloody situation on the shoulders and waist. Apart from the two heavy casualties, there were a large number of crewmembers who needed urgent medical attention.

Four men were lost as mortars appeared on a properly trained sniper.

Thinking of the unstoppable, I saw support troops approaching from a distance as I was staring down.

Shh, shh, shh.

Irik came up with the two crew members who were with him, and D'Yeru came out of the cave. The poison that had risen in the crowd had not yet subsided.

Jumping into a floating death is never easy.

Beating the stiffening of the body as the mind grows dizzy and sticking a sword in the body of the enemy demands an unimaginable will.

The eyes of the man who overcame it were staring at the hymn.

Kang Chan smiled at DaYeru's waist.

“Fuchch.”

Crazy. I'm laughing right now, but when I get back to the unit, I'm gonna suffer, and then I'm gonna moan myself out.

Support troops have come to the forefront of the hymn.

It was the 10th.

“Two wounded are in a hurry. Move them.”

“Let's do that. ”

The crew that Kang Chan was carrying and the teenagers with the Smythen inside moved down quickly.

It was only after Kang Chan followed the teenagers that the foreign troops flocked.

Shh, shh, shh.

Gangchan, Mejani, Irik, Dayeru, and two crew members.

In the sense of respecting the eleventh army commanded by the Gods of Blackfield, members of the foreign forces fled left and right.

I walked about 20 minutes and the truck came out.

“Do you have a cigarette? ”

The driver quickly approached with a cigarette and a lighter.

Kang Chan pulled out a cigarette and then pointed to the crew.

Chul-kung! Chiait!

“Whoo.”

I smoked with the surviving crew.

I wanted to erase the smell of blood and feel alive.

Miguel, the lost head of the French Central African Intelligence Service, was hanging his forehead on the left arm that he had placed on his desk.

I don't know where or what the hell is wrong with it, but the Oriental Old Commander-led squad single-handedly dealt with almost all the enemies and eventually killed Mahzani.

The medal comes down naturally.

A medal used by an old Oriental commander who is tired of hearing that.

“Hmm!”

Miguel, who was looking at the report, drank a tea with ice and gave him a stare in the air.

There is something.

‘Is Shahran deliberately pushing the Oriental commander? ’

It was too reckless. Moreover, there is one problem that needs to be solved in order to say that.

How did you know the eleventh arrondissement would show up there, and your enemies had snipers and mortars ready?

I have to put up a report first.

Miguel folds the suspicious part to one side and begins to write documents.

Although it was originally wounded enough to be forcibly sent back to Kilima, Dajeru refused to transfer Hansako.

“Captain!”

Kang Chan listened to Daeyeru's request by laughing.

Six remain in Kilima, where twelve have lived.

The reinforcement of the crew has made it difficult to conduct operations for the time being.

Shahran found the hospital where Smythen was transferred.

The thighs and shins were torn and burst by bullets.

I was lucky enough not to be able to compare a bullet to a bone unless it was bleeding badly.

“Turn it off.”

“It's good to be here. If not, I'll send you somewhere else. ”

Smythen's moaning was cut off.

“Was there no red? ”

“None at all. ”

“You must have been with Chaney all along, right? ”

“Yes.”

“You could have seen the light while you fainted. ”

Smythen, who held his head for a while, opened his mouth like an excuse.

“I was a little distracted when the Doyeur threw me on the ground, and immediately after that, the reinforcements came. ”

Smythen licks his lips like his throat burns.

“If there was light behind it, you would have seen other rescue workers or reinforcements. ”

It was a fully understandable statement.

A moment of silence passed.

“Why do you have to be under it? I can send you to the right place to stay. ”

“It must be in the 11th century. ”

Shahran's gaze digs into Smythen without doubting his sharpness like a poison.

“Explain why. ”

“He knows how to protect his crew. ”

Smythen didn't see Shahran's eyes twitch.

“We do our missions according to our abilities. We are at the forefront, and we are very much in the way of dangerous situations… but most of all, the Eleventh was given special treatment. ”

After seeing Shahran's eyes, Smythen quickly turns around.

Shahran's eyes were shivering with a frightening feeling.

The day after the operation, the sermon sat down opposite Shahran.

“There are five new crew members to add. ”

He put forward a commendable piece of paper.

“Smythen won't be hurt much, so he'll be back soon. ”

“Even so, it's going to be hard to operate for a while, isn't it? ”

“I'll check that out again. I want you to know that first, I want you to select four people and let me know. ”

“Don't you have to select five people, except for Smythen? ”

“I have a crew I've been thinking about and I'm reviewing it. I'll let you know when it's confirmed. ”

“Got it.”

Kang Chan went to Shahran's barracks with the paperwork.

Every time the shirky woodpeckers sit on their faces and their backs move, a crowd of people spend a week grumbling.

Nothing. Just a tired man takes a nap, sleeps at night, and a bored man spends as much time on the table in front of the barracks as the laziest man in the world.

Shahran used to shake his head and go back to where the crew were gathered.

I didn't understand the mix of Korean, French, Arabic and English.

At sunset, the sermon choreographed the crew to be selected.

This was never discussed with the crew.

It was because the crew we discussed tended to pay more attention or ignore the newly joined members.

Before dinner, Kang Chan found Shahran's barracks.

“First of all, there are four of us. ”

Shahran raises his head to the auditorium, looking at the documents first.

“This guy must be French. Why did you choose this guy to leave the rest of your career behind? ”

Shahran pushed forward the document of the hymn of a crew member of Monaco nationality.

Frenchmen often acquire and support Monaco nationality in order to come as regular soldiers. And the guys who came in like that used to stretch out strangely and cause trouble.

Kang Chan smiled at the photo of the crew in the paperwork. I picked it out because the look in his eyes is like a doyeru. How do you explain that?

Shahran sighs at the standing hymn.

“Can I call Smythen back? ”

“I'll do that if there's no disruption to the next mission. What about one person in the rain? ”

“I picked one. ”

Shahran pushed one of the papers.

He was a member of the Special Team Training Society shortly after going through the General Training Camp, just like Dayeru.

“This is a complete chick. ”

“The training camp performance is so good that it qualifies for Special Team Training Camp support. I thought it was a member of the eleventh century's fame. ”

I thought something suspicious, but there was no reason to object.

After Kang Chan's return, Shahran takes back the papers.

Those who had good grades in the training camp were usually of two classes.

There is a class that stands alone like a hymn and, if not, looks loyal to the rank.

Shahran smiled with satisfaction, looking at the picture of a beautifully shaped chick.

Smythen has already moved on, and if you call a new recruit who hasn't asked yet, he will be strong too.

What if this chick takes it through Smythen before she gets distracted?

There's also one smart guy who listens to you.

* * *

National Intelligence Service of the Republic of Korea, 2007.

Information Commissioner Hwang Ki-hyun guided President Moon Hyeong and Prime Minister Gogunwoo underground as informants.

There is no place in the Republic of Korea where helicopters can get up, and there is no place in the world where the United States, China, Russia, and Japan can be more fully intercepted than here.

“Ambassador Lannock is clearly taking the lead. ”

As soon as I sat down, Yeong Ki-hyun started reporting.

“Analysis of the information our agents in Europe have identified shows that even the French intelligence services and the Russian intelligence services respect Ranoc. ”

“Why did he come to our country? The French ambassador is no match for him at all. ”

It was a question of reproducing the report.

“The most convincing speculation is that the British intelligence services and the Arab world have avoided terrorism. ”

A heavy silence ensued in the basement conference room.

“We must never miss this opportunity. ”

Moon Jae Hyun opened his mouth after seeing the gorgeous wool.

“It's a railway that penetrates Europe. And that's where we start, our country, with huge volumes of water. What's more important than that is that we can stop the war. ”

Gorgunwoo was only listening.

“I know the Prime Minister is concerned. But it doesn't matter whose name goes up in this achievement. Sooner or later, there will be no land as palatable as the Korean peninsula for the powerful in need of war. ”

“We need more political considerations. The cost of going in right now can be astronomical, and the organization needs to be organized. If it doesn't work, they all come back to poison in the next election. ”

Moon reproduction was strong, despite the advice of Gogan Woo.

“Eurasian railways are the only way to bring the volume of traffic to our country. ”

Moon Jae-hyun looked back at Hwang Ki-hyun and Gogunwoo.

“Please find the rhinoceros to connect with Ambassador Lanoke. What I want is the development of our country and the people to live in peace without the threat of war. ”

Gogan Woo looked up and there was no change in the expression of Hwang Ki-hyun.

“Political greed has been abandoned. I am only fulfilling my duties as President, which should make the development of the Republic of Korea and the happiness of its people a priority. ”

I couldn't say anything else about Moon Hyeong-woo's firm will.

“If the Ministry of Foreign Affairs moves, it will be noticed by intelligence agencies in other countries. Please find the line in the National Intelligence Service ”

“I will do my best. But it's not easy. ”

Hwang Ki-hyun replied with a heavy face.

“I understand, but we have to do this and we have to find a way to do it. ”

Moon reproduction was having a glowing eye.

* * *

Shh, shh, shh.

Five crew members approached the table of hymns.

“The four of you will know the life of the Special Forces, so I won't say anything else. Irik! I need you to designate a barracks for the crew here. ”

“Oui!”

Irick approaches and points to the new crew with his head.

“You're the first time on a special team, so just watch and follow it. If it's hard, tell me when. I'll take care of it so you can go somewhere else. ”

“As soon as I heard the legend of the God-of-Black Fields, I decided to support the 11th. ”

A chick who didn't ask for blood once gave him another night. While I was listening, I felt the chicken flesh bloom into a furry chicken lying in the refrigerator.

“You might want to start your first battle and think about it. First, go get some rest. ”

“Oui!”

The answering chick turns around with something more stealing.

It was time for the hymn to smile.

Kwazak! The Kwada Party! Chulperduck!

I heard a commotion.

What? It's an old crew. There's only five of them, except for the strong ones.

Wouldn't it be hard to fight with your back there?

Kang Chan moved toward the barracks of his crew, returning to his palate.

"Huh?"

Honestly, I was surprised.

No matter how much you hurt your back, Darjeeru blew your nose?

“Stop it!”

The new crew turns their heads according to the instructions of the hymn.

The tip of his left eye and his nose were torn and blood was flowing.

I would never forgive myself if I were to take pride in what the French usually do.

“This son of a...? ”

Moreover, for whatever reason, whoever it is looks at it with such an eye, readiness immediately rises.

It was in front of Dajeeru, whose blood gushed from the bandage around her waist.

A member of the crew who looks at Kang Chan's eyes bites his head and halves his gaze.

“What was your name? ”

He raises his eyes and looks at the hymn.

“Gerar! Gerar Rat. ”

Then I crossed the border full of rebellious answers.