God of Blackfield

I had breakfast around 7: 30 and enjoyed a delicious cigarette together with coffee until 8: 20. Each of them took his luggage and at 9: 20 the twelve men gathered in front of the barracks.

White helmets, military uniforms, vests, elbows and knee guards, radio, and other rifles and pistols, swords, grenades, bullets, and so on, each carrying three days' worth of food, water, and medicines.

Shh, shh, shh.

The task is to break into the middle of the enemy base and pierce the forehead of the target behind the overlaid troops.

To be honest, it was a mission to see how many people could succeed and come back alive. Nevertheless, the look on the faces of the old recruits was not much different from when they shared cigarettes.

It only takes roughly six months to become a special team and be able to afford to go on a mission. Of course, it's possible to live.

Shh, shh, shh.

Engagement with an enemy less than 20 meters away and pulling the trigger is completely different from imagination.

It's hard to raise your body right away when you see enemy bullets stabbed in the head and maneuvered into your allies' bodies.

Besides, he doesn't want to die, so the enemy who pulls the trigger quickly hides himself.

That's how it feels to engage the enemy in front of your nose.

Your foe's screams, head, neck, chin, and shoulders burst and spread out right in front of you.

You have to lift your torso to shoot when you see it like that.

Special teams basically need the courage to get through it.

You don't have to be surprised by a running enemy, but you need a rifle, a pistol, a great sword, and even a reflex nerve, training, and courage to kill the enemy with your fingers.

The overturning of Gerar's demobilization order seemed to have gradually damaged his pride. While the crew was boarding the truck, Shahran was carrying himself out of the jeep with a firm face.

Shahran deserves it.

Kang Chan was in the passenger seat of the truck because he wanted to do so.

Boom! Boom! Clumsy! Clumsy!

Kang Chan looked out the window in a fierce manner.

I've been with the old crew for quite some time now.

That's why it's him and it's him and it's in the chest of sin. Some even beat him up.

Grumpy! Grumpy! Stubborn!

Whenever the truck shook, the torso and head of the auditorium swung left and right.

I ran, but it was too late.

The scar on Gerard's gorgeous cheek looks like that.

Hammer almost lost his eye, but he was really good at it.

Grunt! Grunt! Stubborn!

Kang Chan recalled the situation at the time.

He pulls the trigger so frighteningly, his eyes shake at the crucial moment when he deals with the enemy so unquestionably.

You're not afraid of blood, are you?

A long-haul truck turns along the jeep, and the runway comes out in front of your eyes.

Shh, shh, shh.

While walking down from the truck in front of the transporter, the outsiders who were waiting and the members of the 9th and 10th Special Forces looked at the crew with a grim gaze.

The legendary Matt King Smith, who has a big head, a scar on his cheek, Gerar, Irik and Mezzani who are facing each other, can't fix a dog's habits even if he's beaten.

And in the shortest period in the history of the foreign forces, he became the old commander in the fastest time, and the legend of God of Blackfield, who saved half of the old army against two hundred hostiles with three snipers and mortars, was walking to the transporter.

Oriental with a slender body, sharp eyes, and a coppery face.

Men who supported their own foreign forces.

There was a great deal of respect in the eyes of the crew looking at the eleventh Old Commander-in-Chief, who had a legend to remember for a long time in the history of the foreign forces.

It is a hymn that has two ranks higher than the Old Testament commanders.

It's like using a medal as a coupon.

A gentle greeting from the old commander gave Shahran a glance.

Shahran raises his head and his crew boards the transporter.

The eleventh and eleventh centuries were the first to rise.

“Fuchch.”

I heard the gross laughter of D'Yeru, who began to feel nervous.

The transporter took off and grabbed the altitude.

Shahran moved to the front with the cockpit, and an alien unit member walked three or four maps to the cockpit door.

Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh

The transporter is dirty and noisy.

Nevertheless, Shahran took a picture of the map with a voice that could only be heard from the old commanders, including the hymn located in front of him.

“The Mangala region is a major rebel stronghold with an overall radius of 12 kilometres. ”

Shahran moves the baton along the Mangala border.

“This is the Alpha area. Heavy equipment and medium-sized firearm base, this is Beta. ”

The baton points to the top right of the map.

“It is home to the general public and rebel families working within the rebel base. Setter is a training camp concept and there is a special training ground in the Delta area. ”

Shahran, who divided the map into four places, opened the Beta area with batons of civilians and rebel families.

“Absallah has been identified as being here. ”

As he turns his gaze, the crew quickly turns the map around.

“This is a beta region taken from a satellite. This is how long it is connected. This map will give you an overview of each of the Old Forces. ”

Shahran moves the baton along a path through the Beta region.

Taaak!

And in a moment, I shot it like I was hitting a place on the map with a baton of command.

“This is it! Take a good look at this building, which is bigger than the surroundings. Absallah is informed that he will stay here for the next three days. ”

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

The transporter shouts in shock on behalf of the old commanders and crew who are listening. It didn't seem easy to get to Absallah's base.

“The Ninth Army stands by at the entrance, and the Tenth and Eleventh Armies move together all the way here. While the Tenth Army secures the retreat route, the Eleventh Army goes in and eliminates Absallah. ”

These were simple, ignorant operational plans to kill us.

“Get off the transporter and get to the truck to the outskirts of Mangala. Arrival time is 04: 00. Radio calls are from the 9th Battalion, the 10th Battalion, Pigmy, and the 11th Battalion. Questions?”

Two old commanders saw the hymn, but there was no question.

Shahran nodded and the crew standing across from the map handed over the map to the Grand Chaplain and the two Old Commanders, respectively.

I had nothing special to say.

Kang Chan moved to where his crew was and, as always, asked him to sleep in preparation for the upcoming battle.

It was after I slept pretty well.

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh! Grrrrrrrrrrrrrgh!

With the transporter fluctuating, I heard an elongation sound of iron twisting.

It was a rough flight, just like this, because I felt like I was awake.

Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding.

Caaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Gigg!

I sat down like a plane crashing.

Quagmire! D'D'D'D'D'D!?

That's what a runway transporter looks like.

Huaaaaaaah!?

At the end, it was only after a large swing left and right that the speed was reduced.

Is the wind bad?

It was when the rear door opened behind the line when the transporter stopped completely.

Huaaaaaaaah!

A strong wind, unlike a hurricane, lifted up all the dirt in Africa and sprayed it on the world.

Shh! Shh!

It was a hard breeze to open my eyes, and every breath of dirt came in through my nose and throat.

There were three trucks.

Kang Chan saluted Shahran and immediately moved to the truck.

The ninth, Bantuide, moved in front of the most, followed by the tenth, Pigmy, and finally Zulu, the team of the hymn.

Huuuuuuu!

Whenever the wind blows, dirt hits the truck's window like snow.

The crew covered their noses and mouth with hoods.

If it had been this windy, I would have known it when I was planning an operation. It's one of two. I didn't want to miss a chance to convince Absallah of his residence, or send his crew like a reckless gambler.

Cry! Cry! Crow! Crow!

I wanted to tell you to stop the damn wiper, but I couldn't give up my safety just to avoid the sound of the glass squeezing through my knife.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Whenever the wind blows violently, the truck shakes.

Do you really think you can live with something else?

After setting up a nice cafe with D'Yeru and Gerar on a nice beach at sunset...?

It was a headache.

“Fuchch!” he smiled, holding the head of the guest tightly, and Gerar remembered that he was holding the face of the guest with a rough-grown look in his body.

A man is an animal of adaptation.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

I wanted to smoke a cigarette while watching the rough breeze and the dust that flies every time.

It was about two hours later.

Three trucks stopped in order.

“You'll be waiting 10 minutes from here. You can use Channel 3 to call. ”

When the driver's shoulders were lowered from the passenger seat, the crew were also moving forward from the jimcar.

We will naturally move together to the primary target point.

“Bantu! Find me a place to rest for dinner. ”

Oui.

After the instruction of the hymn fell, the truck entered the mountain in the order in which it moved.

Bussiye!

The wind produced a completely different sound in the mountains.

It was easier to walk thanks to the dirt that the trees filtered.

It was about an hour's walk.

Vantuide's old men stopped walking and hit Pigmy and Zulu's old men.

“I think that's going to be okay. ”

“Two men in your quarters, put the sniper up there. Shift back and forth by 40 minutes. ”

As instructed by the hymn, Bantuide first set the boundary, and the rest of the people took a break.

“Fuhu!”

It is a place of immersion.

As I leaned against the wall and sat down, the wind flew over the helmet, and it also tasted cozy. It was a time when the cloudy skies became thicker and darker.

Thirteenth Regiment Special Forces personnel in helmets, military uniforms, vests, guards, and weapons are bending in the middle of the mountain.

Hooooooooooooooooooooo!

The windy dirt overflows the crew's head, over the weapons hanging on their shoulders, and roughly over everything they see.

About 10 minutes later, as if they had become part of the mountain, the crew turned over the dirt perfectly. Why do poisonous eyes look red in this case?

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

I'm tired of the wind.

Kang Chan curled up and asked for sleep.

It is wise to take a single sigh to prepare for the future.

When I was asleep for about an hour, the wind was a little quiet.

It didn't stop. It's a little quiet.

A man can live even if the dust dries, even if the dust is turned upside down and his eyes are reddish like dracula. He must eat, use strength, and swallow something.

The sermons and crews who took out the ceremony tore only the top of the packaging and put their fingers in it, or took the packaging to their mouth and immediately put biscuits and chocolate in their mouths.

If you think about it hastily, it never ends.

It's just much more positive that we all want to be able to sit back together and kill Kilima at the table.

There was also a wish that Absallah, who had been warmly sunk when he arrived at the target point, would turn on the base for a long time on the porch.

It was time for a simple evening shift.

Gangchan, Irik, Mezzani, and D'Yeru each moved with their crew, and Montashel went up to alternate with the old Pigmy Sniper.

Unlike Dayeru's rifle in front of him, he hung the rifle to the right as if he were imitating the hymn of Gerar.

I also trained three days apart to be behind the hymn, of course.

Jaw! Turduck!

The damn wind blows the little stones and hits the helmet.

It would be great if you could bite a cigarette and hit me with a cup of coffee.

Time passed with only eyes between the hood and the helmet.