God of Blackfield

Smythen showed up after dinner.

It was a limp step.

Then he takes a sharp glance and makes the crew who were watching him walk straight.

“I have an injury that can be dealt with. Is it okay? ”

“Isn't that what you've been thinking about? ”

Irik asked, Lecture answered, and Mezzani spoke in Arabic.

“Briggs! Don't fall behind me. ”

Oui.

Because he was an American, he also chatted in English that did not even speak to Daeyeru.

“Briggs. Coffee, okay? ”

English was suffering profanely because of Darjeru in Africa.

“Okay? Nokaeda! I told you not to run coffee errands, didn't I? ”

Dayeru's demands were complimented with a pinjan, and Briggs stood up with a smiling face.

Strangely enough, after the merger of Daejeru, Brix, and Gerard, Irik and Mezzani got involved, and from time to time the table of hymns was crowded.

Briggs brings coffee as large as the number of heads on a large plank, and he laughs and chatters.

I tried to avoid it.

It was so painful to get together and rely on it, and when someone turns bloody and comes back to the body, it's too painful to beat it.

“Ah! Hot! ”

Dayeru, who drank coffee, smiled again as he rubbed his torso.

“Ah, you bastard! ”

Gerard's French accent led to laughter, and there was also a blurry smile because of the eyes that opened.

It's Briggs.

A man with mild eyes who doesn't belong here.

Whoever makes any demands, the smiling listener melts the minds of the crew a little.

There was a dark loneliness, and D'Yeru and Gerar were attracting the crew.

Kang Chan asked for a cigarette as he looked at the sky of African Kilima, where the darkness was descending.

It's going to be really hard when someone dies first.

Still, the eyes of Enzona Gilo, Lesnov, Alle, and Foreman come alive.

Chul-kung. Cheers!

“Whoo.”

In front of a glorious stream of smoke, Gerar looked at the red sunset with deep eyes.

Departed at 09: 00.

I moved to the runway by truck and got on the transporter.

For the special team, it was the same as usual.

It was about 4: 00 p.m. when I landed in the Congo after six hours of flight, four hours by truck from the great city of Owanda to the target point Saba.

Twenty minutes after departing from Owanda, there was an unpaved road that dragged the forest left and right.

Clumsy! Clumsy!

African, but by country and by region, the evening sun came to a different feeling.

Motherfuckers like Smythen say there are women who think about each region, and each time they move, the people in their hearts come to mind.

People who wanted to kill, smoke, drink coffee, and be evil together.

“I'm off for a while. ”

Oui.

The driver quickly answered and pulled over to the right place.

Choke.

Kang Chan stepped out of the car and moved backwards.

“Irik! Set a perimeter up there! Meal and rest in 20 minutes! ”

“Oui!”

While Montashel looked around, Irick raised two crew members and then the crew began to eat a recital between the truck and the road.

Shh, shh, shh.

Mezzani and Daeyeru brought a recitation to the audition.

This meal is enough in five minutes.

After the meal, Kang Chan went up and exchanged with Irik and his crew.

Ooooooooooooooooo! Wooooooooooooooooooo!

There was nothing special like the familiar sound of the forest hugging the darkness.

It was about five minutes ago.

Shh, shh, shh.

Daeyeru, who was covered in cold sweat because of her back injury, came up to the place where there was a strong cold.

“What is it?”

“Fuchch.”

Is this what you're laughing at?

Despite being with him all day long, he can express his emotions with one or two English words, blushing his eyeballs, or laughing.

Somehow I felt less expressive when I was with this son of a bitch, but I didn't say anything else because it looked like I was trying to learn the movement of hymns.

After turning the rifle to the right shoulder, Daeyero, who grabbed the rifle with his left hand, spent some time defending the surroundings of the crew.

A star appeared in the sky in a rush like a blooming flower without knowing the seasons.

“Darye.”

The hymn pointed to Dayeru below.

It was time to move.

You don't have to say a word when you're on an operation.

Grunt! Grunt! Ducky!

A truck with a light ran along the mountain path.

It was only after those two hours that the driver set up the truck on one side.

It was the promised spot.

While Irick and Montashel were guarding the perimeter, the auditorium and crew descended, and the truck immediately returned.

Kang Chan looked around and placed the crew in four places.

It wasn't a rescue operation that needed to be breathless, but it was a long move and I was going to rest for at least two hours before I walked.

It doesn't matter whether you sleep or sit in the distance and watch the stars hanging from the sky as if they were pouring.

Kang Chan leans back and sits in a forest that rises above the mountain.

Briggs was having a hard eye.

I can't believe the guy with tired eyes who didn't win this much tension came to the special team, so he wouldn't have scored on the written exam at the training camp.

When you see him laughing awkwardly and forcefully, you smile and turn your head.

The weather, the time on the move, the heartbeat, everything was smooth.

After two hours of rest, the sermon moved back with the crew.

Darkness makes me doubt everything I see and hear.

Hooking and running winds and moonlit wooden flyaways also ask the crew to pull the trigger.

If you don't believe in experience and colleagues, the wrong thinking can explode, and vice versa, you can miss the enemy's surprise.

Kang Chan quietly walks with his index finger on the trigger ring of his rifle.

Even if there is no warning given by the heart, the moment you are alert, you will feel like a rat sold to the worm right in front of the snake's gills.

Crumb!

Chuckle! Chuckle! Chulkerduck!

It was a forest in which a wild beast jumped into the muzzle.

The lowered hymn slowly turns the rifle towards the side where the beast stood.

If the reason he excelled was because he was surprised by something, he should not move until he was convinced that it was not the enemy.

As the hymn pointed in the direction with the index finger and the stop, Irick moved cautiously toward it.

This is why I train.

When Irick goes to the search, he doesn't have any instructions, but two crew members have to follow him, right and left.

About five minutes later, Irick returns to his place.

A nod of hymn turns.

I walked three hours, and I reached the target point.

We could wait for the sun to rise here and secure the runway.

At the instruction of the hymn, the crew lay around.

I was able to sleep for about two hours, and now it was time to sleep.

The sun came to mind.

The runway was about 200 meters from the end of the mountain with the river hymn.

After spending some time watching the runway, Kang Chan laughed at his head.

It was also interesting to have cement runways in these places, but the level of insurgency that occupied them was more difficult to understand.

It was about twenty people to try it all out.

It's also an untrained move.

To this extent, it was incredibly shabby for the Special Forces to see the eleventh arrondissement of hymns moving.

Do you have any hidden troops anywhere else?

Kang-chan instructed Irik and Mezzani to search the area around the runway.

The runway is built in the area where it was originally lying.

There was no place to hide any more troops except at the end of the mountain where Gangchan was with his crew.

Irik and Mezzani returned in about 15 minutes.

I also noticed that there was no more.

Did they dig around the runway like moles and hide in the ground?

Digging and hiding cement is hard anyway, and there is no special anomaly on the ground around the morning sunny runway.

Oh, shit!

In the meantime, the enemy is chattering about eating breakfast. I wanted to die, so I looked like I was praying to kill.

There was no more reason to turn the clock off.

“Tsk tsk!”

Kang Chan summoned Mont Ashel and pointed to the one standing at the left end.

He was the only one who stood guard with a proper rifle.

Next, he pointed left to Irick and right to Mezzani.

The center is chaired by Kang Chan.

A short time passed while Montashel installed Cheitak on the floor.

Churkerduck.

Mont Ashel nodded after pulling the trinket.

Kang Chan turned his head and looked at Brix.

‘Don't fall behind me. ’

‘Oui.’

Rifles are pointed at by the gaze, and tension is felt in the shovel.

It was a time when the sun appeared more than half as big as it was scary on the right side of the runway.

At the start of such a new day, he was targeting the rebels who were talking about eating breakfast.

Like a snake with rats floating in front of its eyes.

I don't know why I met him by hitting the runway, but there's no way to reverse this encounter.

Whoo-hoo. Whoo-hoo.

The sound of breathing naturally came into my ears.

It meant the operation had begun.

Nod.

Kang Chan nods and Montashel pushes his right eye at the sight.

Liver was a runway in Sava, Congo.

The rising sun, the winds of dust, and the song of death sung by the branches and flies of the forest were all I could see and hear right now.

Busheung!

Cheitak of Mont Ashel changed everything that was flowing in plain time.

His head explodes with a rifle.

Warlock! Wararak!

Kang Chan ran out first, and Irik and Mejani jumped from left to right.

Fuchung! Fuchung! Bushu! Bushu!

Surprised enemies pick up their rifles and turn to the ground.

If it wasn't for the Special Forces, if the foreign troops were here, we could have captured them alive.

However, the distance to the runway was too far.

If you try to apprehend them with this person, the victim comes out.

There were also instructions to secure the runway before the foreign troops arrived.

Fuchung! Fuchung! Quadang!

An enemy near the frying pan collapsed into a campfire and brushed to the floor with the morning he had prepared.

Busheung!

The situation is over with Montashel blowing the head of the enemy who pulled the trigger.

Chuckle! Chuckle!

Arriving at the bonfire with the rifle pointed, Kang Chan designated a location to alert the four crew members.

“Get rid of it!”

“Oui!”

Mezzani drags his dead enemies to one side with his crew.

“Brix!”

With the rifle down to the right, Kang Chan calls the chick and walks from the campfire to the runway.

Hey, hey, hey!

The wind was blowing roughly, spreading the smell of dust, smoke, and burning trees everywhere.

Shh, shh, shh.

As he crossed the runway, the distant rain saw Briggs with sharp eyes.

“Tell me why you didn't pull the trigger. ”

He was surprised and embarrassed.

“Haven't you ever thought that a fellow runner who believes in you becomes dangerous? The moment you hesitate, someone's head is hit with a bullet! ”

He swallowed the dried saliva, but he didn't answer correctly.

“Targeting targets in training camps and pulling triggers against people are completely different. You've gone the wrong way. So go your way after this mission. ”

Wei Ying!

A rough breeze passed through Briggs without a hitch.

“Give me a chance. ”

Kang Chan stares at him without a word.

“Next time, I'll make sure it looks right. ”

Irik and Mezzani, who cleared the bodies of the enemies, are staring this way. They would have guessed enough why Kang Chan brought Brix here.

“Why do you want to stay here? ”

Kang Chan took out a cigarette and asked his mouth.

Chul-kung! Cheers!

“Whoo.”

In the meantime, my mouth squeaks because of the dust that I dug in my mouth.

“If you volunteered, go to the peacekeeping force. That's your path. ”

“I wanted to save my life. ”

Briggs opened his mouth like a confession.

“I wanted to save the tribal people who died miserably. So when I heard about the captain, I thought I'd come here. This is what I decided to do when I saw the severed head of the child I took care of. ”

“Whoo!”

Kang Chan emitted cigarette smoke like a sigh.

Oh, shit!

It was a ridiculous team member who blushed his eyes while saying that.