God of Blackfield

It was a tremendous achievement that killed the commander hiding in the largest rebel base in Africa. Nevertheless, with blood upside down, he looked at the sky with mangled shoulders, arms, and waist that were still bleeding.

It was after the casualties, including Daeyeru, were transferred.

“Mejani. Tobacco. ”

“Captain! Let's heal the wound first! ”

It was time for Mezzani to move his hands with his pockets, as if he had no choice but to take a glance.

Foreign troops on the runway moved ahead of Mezzani and handed over cigarettes and lit them.

“Whoo!”

The ninth and tenth centuries stretched behind him as if he was escorting a hymn, and foreign troops surrounded him.

Everyone could have guessed that Kang Chan was thinking of Irik and his crew who were lost in Mangala. That's how about five minutes went by.

Peggy.

The blood soaked in the sleeves of the stronghold was dripping onto the ground with its fingertips.

“Captain!”

Mezzani calls again, and the hymn turns around as if there is no choice.

The crew paved the way.

The 9th and 10th Battalions saluted each other as they walked toward the Eucharist, and the surrounding foreign troops raised their hands in turn.

Probably for this reason.

Legends bloom out of the mouths of the blood-boiled and saluted crew, and it is not surprising that the warm-hearted members of that crew apply to the Old Testament.

I can't even look back because I can't let go of the crew buried in my heart, but the crew is honored and proud to see such a hymn.

It took me two months to freeze to make a proper move.

Because of that, no special mission came down, but the sticky, offensive feeling still remained attached to the hymn, like a piece of wood sitting on a wound.

It felt like a day of renovation was approaching with no homework.

I want to do my homework.

But there's no way to stop him.

Anyway, it was clear that the feeling of steaming and sticky shit continued to target Gerar.

“What are you doing?”

Dayeru appeared as he broke the thought of the hymn.

“Two batons. ”

Dayeru, who put down the mug, clearly said 'two batons’ in Korean with a finger and a stop, as if to mark the victory.

“Me! Two batons! Fuchch!”

Somehow, after a cup of coffee, he smiles with his eyes as if he were going to bite a stone mug.

Then he only doesn't speak French, which is oddly short. But what do you have to say about that to be a weirdly narrow person?

“Tobacco?”

This was also Korean.

Kang Chan smiled and looked at Daeyero.

A man who knows how to recommend a cigarette for sweet coffee.

How could you hate a man with such a fortune?

You two set the cigarette on fire, then took the mug into your mouth.

“Whoo!”

A cigarette smoking hot, sweet coffee at sunrise.

Good. Especially with a lonely person who relies on this coffee....

“Fuaruk! Caesar! Ca!”

Ew!

Dirty bastard!

* * *

This time it was the secret space of a shabby restaurant.

Shahran would also be admired for how the British Intelligence Service creates such a place in Africa.

That's it, too much time has passed.

Shahran stares at the man sitting across the street with a dissatisfied eye. I wondered if the British Intelligence Service was using a different route.

“What happened? ”

“It just took me a while to wait for the French gaze to return elsewhere. If we move clumsily, the General Intelligence Agency will notice our plans. I also needed time to recover from the injuries of the old commander who was in your way. ”

“France has never turned a blind eye in Africa. ”

The man of Shahran did not lose his laid-back attitude.

“Usually, I would have. But now they're trying to hide the experiment with Nudley's eyes, so it's hard to see us. It's time to start our operation. ”

Shahran looks terribly in the eyes of the corporation.

Of course, I never found out the truth through their eyes.

“Even within France, we have the people we fear the most to get rid of him. His gaze was also focused on experimenting with Nudley's eyes. I've been waiting for this moment. ”

The man who looked outside opened his mouth again.

“Soon the mission will be down. When the General Intelligence Agency of France has no idea, you sort everything out. ”

“I can't solve it all by myself. ”

The man nods.

“There are mercenaries in the Arab world. The General Intelligence Agency and the Intelligence Agency are hiding experiments, so you won't have to worry about anything else. ”

“What kind of experiment are you so sure about? ”

“We are also curious. What exactly is the content of an experiment that focuses so much on turning away the black head that you've been looking for? On the surface, we're experimenting with the Big Bang theory. Techniques that make the world? Isn't it awkward? ”

Shahran nods out.

I don't know the exact details of the experiment, but if the British Intelligence Service is so confident, it seems clear that the attention to the operation will be diminished.

“This is our last chance. If you get the black head the rebels have, this long fight is over. ”

“What happened to the weapon I asked for? ”

“I'll send it to you before you leave for your destination. ”

“How?”

“You don't have to worry about that. ”

Shahran breathes heavily like a habit.

I've waited a long time.

Nevertheless, when I heard that the time had come, my heart was heavier than expected.

* * *

Kang Chan sat across from Shahran and looked at him.

“I will send Gerar as I promised. And there are only two reinforcements right now. ”

Kang Chan glanced at Dimin Shahran's two paperwork.

There has recently been no unilateral recruitment in this way. Good. It doesn't matter. However, you don't have to go on a mission with a shortage of people.

“Send Gerar and choose whether to take on this mission or refuse it. ”

If Kang Chan refused the operation, it meant that he would send the entire Salvation Army, including Gerar, under the command of another Salvation Army commander.

“Do you really have to do this? ”

“You know I have no choice but to follow orders. ”

Shahran had exhausted eyes in front of the glorious gaze.

Whom should I choose if I choose the entire Old Guard and one of Gerar?

The hymn reminds me of Gerar's eyes, which were shaking.

The object of steaming and sticky anxiety was definitely Gerar.

When I thought about it, I heard a steaming, sticky energy burst into a trap that would eat Gerar.

Silence was forcing him to make a decision.

“Very well. Please send Gerar. ”

Shahran nods out in response to the hymn.

After returning to the table, the auditorium spent time looking at the bloody sunset.

“What are you doing?”

Along with the sweet smell, D'Yeru appeared.

“Two batons! Two batons! ”

If I stay with this guy, I don't have time to keep thinking.

Dayeru sits on the left side of the hymn and gives his gaze in the sunset.

“Mission.”

Dayeru, who was holding a mug, gave me a glance.

“Send Gerar. ”

Daeyeru spoke to himself.

“I don't feel good anymore. ”

At the end of the hymn, Daeyeru exhaled.

Somehow, he felt like he understood all Korean.

And strangely willed.

Shahran informed him, and Gerar sprung up again.

“Captain! What the hell! What am I not supposed to do? ”

Kang Chan calls Gerar by hand and sits beside the table.

How good would it be to be able to explain how you feel instinctively?

If I could just say that sticky anxiety is after you.

“Trust me. Trust me on what I've seen. ”

“What is it? ”

I really didn't have anything to say.

Picked up and laughed, he picked up a cigarette and handed it to Gerar and asked for another one in his mouth.

Chul-kung! Cheers!

It was after I lit it.

”This time, as ordered. After one or two missions, I'll be sure to bring you in. “

“Why the hell are you doing this? ”

It was a question that crossed with a slightly sunken voice.

“Gerar.”

Oui.

“I call you back. No matter what. ”

“Do you promise?”

When Kang Chan picks up and smiles, Gerar asks his mouth for a cigarette with a complicated expression.

* * *

Hooked and hot heat and dust dug into the barracks.

“Today's operation is to disable the brains of the Sunni follower SISS. There are a total of 49 allies in five battalions, with individual hostiles armed and estimated troops ranging from approximately 350 to 500. ”

Shahran took a map with a baton of command.

“Operation is until you kill the enemy's brain, Masalan. If you succeed in the operation, you will withdraw regardless of the remaining enemy. Departure in 30 minutes. Questions?”

Before Shahran's words fell, a strong hymn sitting across the street raised its hand. I knew it. There's no way he can just skip a castle like that all the time.

Shahran pointed to the hymn with a jaw.

“Is the fallout the same as before? ”

It was after Shahran nodded.

Following the hymn, the operational meeting ended with the crew taking place in Urr.

“Hmm.”

Shahran glances at the back of the outgoing crew with a malicious look. Since when has this damn unit started circling around the Oriental Old Command, and now it's following his judgment until the end of the operation meeting?

‘Today is the end. ’

Shahran turns his glance and looks at the deputy.

Thirty minutes have passed.

Shahran moves on the radio and picks up the transmitter.

Cheers.

[Depart.]

It was an order that would determine the rest of Shahran's life.

“After.”

Shahran takes a deep breath and glances around her side.

The members of the foreign forces who were with him were two.

It was the number that Shahran reduced and reduced, as it was the number that needed to be eliminated first for the worst.

Shahran looked around with a telescope.

Within the telescope, Kang Chan was biting a cigarette in his mouth.

You brat! ’

How dare you bite a cigarette before the battle!

Go for it. Towards the muzzle that's after you.

All you have to do is walk.

I only sent nine of the old hymns on purpose.

I sent Gerar elsewhere to build my pride.

Now, if the rebels just pull the trigger, it's over.

Moreover, SISS is of a different quality than the rebels we've been dealing with so far.

"Hoo."

Yet Shahran was strangely anxious.

That Oriental commander doesn't feel ominous enough to be alive, even if he's shot in the throat.

Two kilometers to destination.

That's why the Oriental commander is even biting cigarettes with caution.

Yeah! Just a little more!

You can go that way.

It's said to be two kilometers, but in fact, the enemy forces are waiting a little longer.

It was Shahran who swallowed the drool and looked at the telescope.

Without hesitation, both the Gangchan and the Old Testament remained motionless. After that, the spit of cigarettes was positioning the crew one by one.

The creeps spread all over me on Shahran's back.

‘How...? Why...? ’

I was watching it, but it was hard to believe.

Smythen throws his body up white with dirt.

"Hmm!"

Shahran presses his pounding chest and bites it.

Kang Chan was lowering at the back of Daejeeru, with eight of his old men spread out like bows.

You must have disobeyed the order to advance.

And yet, it seemed like he was planning to hold on to it once.

It was an understandable scene.

Did the British Intelligence Service get in touch with him? ’

It was when Shahran pulled out the doubtful stalk.

Ta-ang! Ta-ang! Ta-ang! Ta-ang!

Within Shahran's telescope, the allies are falling by the enemy's guns.

Shahran turns the telescope back to the auditorium.

When Kang Chan instructed him, Daeyeru smiled with a white expression. It means he knew Algeria. that the hymn is affected by evil.

‘After all, you make me use my hands. ’

Shahran moves toward the weapon, which was wrapped in a cloth behind his side.

Ta 'ang! Ta 'ang! Ta 'ang! Ta 'ang!

It was time for the enemy to be heard in unison.

Choke!

Ta-ang! Ta-ang! Ta-da!

He handles the two crew members who were taken away from the battle neatly.

It was the same weapon the enemy had.

So we're done with one report of two of the crew here being killed by enemy fire.

Shahran then takes out the sniper rifle and hears it.

Within the sight, the hymn was terribly defeating the enemy.

‘Get up! Get up! ’

It was when Shahran was aiming for the head of the hymn with a sight.

Ta 'ang. Du Du wei! Ta 'ang. Du Du Du wei! Ta 'ang.

A gunshot exploded, and Smythen knurled to the floor.

‘Fine, Smythen! ’

As Kang Chan turned his gun to the side, he was approaching Smythen.

His head, which has been concealed so far, is clearly visible.

After a while, there was a clear throat of hymn in the sight.

Shahran swallows dried saliva and inhales slowly.

Hold your breath.

And if you pull the trigger, it's over.

‘Goodbye. ’

Shahran pulls the trigger on his index finger.

Ta 'ang!

Blood poured out from the neck of the Oriental Old Captain.

Whoo!

That's it! This is the end of the name 'God-of-Black Fields’ that the arrogant Orientals have!

The excitement rides all over my body and creates a feeling of anxiety.

You dirty Algerian! ’

Shahran puts Daeyeru's head back on the line of sight.

If you kill them all, it's really all over.

The god of death?

If it's that good, follow it to the end!

Ta 'ang!

Darjeeru's head explodes.

Finishing the war.

How are you? It's armed.

I would like to express my sincere gratitude to the readers for their support of God of Blackfields.

The war ended in three volumes.

We reduced the volume somewhat more than originally anticipated, but we were most afraid of increasing the volume by repeating battle scenes, emotions and events as an excuse for the support provided by our readers.

Thanks to the support of the thankful and grateful readers, I was able to come here with a lack of talent.

I said to the readers, 'Wouldn't you like it?’ That's why my ears are fluttering in a word.

It's spring time.

I wish you luck and happiness in your work and your family.

I'm going to try harder to find it.