God of Blackfield

Enemies running like demons surrounded Gerar, Munbaki, Nero and the mercenaries in a single breath.

Bloody hell! Fit!

Gerard, who slapped the wrist of a long-eared knife, cut his throat twice.

Phew! Phew! Shh! Shh!

At the front, the dreadful knife falls to the fallen mercenary.

The eyes are turned over.

An enemy, an ally, and a perfect turn of the eye in this hellhole, trying to kill the opponent cruelly if possible.

Quaak! Peyt!

It was after Gerar, who was dragged by the enemy's shoulders, deeply slit the throats of the two men who were running beside him.

Sheek! Piet!

Nero wiggles his back with the sword of an enemy who swung openly.

Warlock!

Gerard swiftly moved.

Boom!

Then he grabbed the wrist of the man who was after Nero and twisted the long knife.

Sheek!

I cut his throat with it.

“Back off! Munbaki! ”

This is dangerous.

Shack! Piet!?

While shouting, Gerar slashes his left forearm wide, but Gerar swings the great sword unstoppably.

Fit!

It was a night when all sides were bitten.

The night that the darkness of death presses on the surroundings.

“Alahu Akbar! ”

Sheeeeeeek!

With the cries of the enemies, the long sword dreadfully cuts through the air.

Fit! Phew! Fit!

Gerar's Great Sword slits the enemy's throat or sides.

“Turn it off!”

Enemies tearing apart their desperate screams and disappearing beside the darkness keep pushing like a grey wave.

Enemies who wear loose shirts, vests, and shabby pants in a dress burst next to Islam continue to target Gerar.

Phew! Sheek! Shh! Shh!

When someone is struck by a knife, a brutal knife is focused on his body.

It was a knife close to madness.

Anger over 400,000 people have been reduced by more than half, and their desperation to start over if they miss the opportunity now.

Fit! Piyut!

“Munbaki!”

Gerard screams.

Someone had to drag Nero and move him to headquarters, but curiously Munbaki was holding out better than Nero.

Quaak! Fit! Fit!

Gerar smashes the enemy's wrist with a swinging knife and rushes to him.

Piyut!

I cut his throat first.

Fluffy!

I stabbed him in the side in a row.

It was hell.

Cut someone's throat running like a demon, stab him in the heart, where he can articulate his life, the half-dough.

When the blood from the enemy's neck hits his face, Gerar slits the neck of another enemy next to him and recalls the hymn at that moment like a lie.

It's really cool to smile.

It was the laughter that washes away the consciousness of sin when we went through this hell, and it was the laughter that rightly illustrates the simple logic of living in justice.

Shack!

The enemy's blade falls on Gerar's back.

The blunt pain on the left back rushed first, and then the terrible pain that seemed to support it with fire pushed on.

Phew! Phew! Fit!

Gerar, who turned around, grabbed the enemy's neck and split his neck twice.

“Argh! Argh! ”

Gerar hears a strange sound as the blood gushes out through the cracks of the enemy's fingers that grip his neck.

‘Alive! Alive because you can do anything! Gerar!’

Kang Chan is coming.

You can see him in three hours.

“Argh!”

Gerar, shouting like a thunder, grabs the enemy's wrist wielding a long blade.

Kwazak!

Then I washed the enemy's nostrils with my forehead.

Gerar's eyes seemed more cruel because he was turned upside down with all the blood, but he didn't know it.

“Captain!”

When Munbaki's screams were heard,

Sheek! Sheek!

Gerar was completely surrounded by his enemies, so he couldn't see Munbaki.

The differential is malignant and turns the rifle back.

Yep!

Then I pulled out the great sword that I had hung on my shoulder.

“Waaah!”

“Alahu Akbar! ”

Towards the enemies who came up on the wall,

Duh-duh-duh-duh-duh!

The retreating North Korean soldiers grind their rifles, but the surviving enemies jump under the walls and rush toward their allies.

Warlock!

The reverse of the Great Sword, the Differential Mycelium, jumps toward the enemies.

Fit! Fit!

I am the proud Captain of the Korean Special Forces.

Qaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Fit!

My country and Tai Chi are as precious to me as the gods you believe in.

Sheek! Sheek! Sheeeeeeek!

About as small as a blade.....

Huiqiqiqiq! Fit! Fit!

About the blood that splits on the blade and spills out of my body....

Qaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Fit! Fit!

If I can defend my country with my blood,

Shh! Boom! Fit! Fit!

I'm happy!

Enemies rush like rugbyists towards the back and sides of the differential.

It seemed like a greed to fall.

I wanted to run in unison after I knocked him down like that and put in a long knife.

Qaaaaaak!

An enemy who was aiming for the opportunity ran into a bowed position and stuffed into the side of a differential fungus.

Stupid! I ran an operation with an absolute African, and I'm Captain of a special team I learned from a Korean legend!

Quaak! Quaak!

A differential fungus that has been stabbed twice with the neck of an enemy with an elbow.

Huiqiqiqiq!

I put his face up on my knees.

If someone asks me why I live like this, I want to tell the Republic of Korea that I live better.

I don't care if they fall and get stabbed by a long bent knife right in front of their eyes.

Quaak!

Wrap the neck of the enemy with your arms around you again.

Yikes! Yikes!

I'll do whatever it takes to break his neck and kill him.

Sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

He's got a knife to his back.

Sheek! Sheek!

It's okay to cut your side and forearm again.

“I am!”

Even so, if our descendants can be treated and lived wherever they go in the world,

“The Republic of Korea!”

If our passports will soon come to a world where they are safe and a testament to our self-preservation,

“Special Team Captain! ”

Dying here is not unfair at all.

Sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Fit!

The Differential Mycelium strikes the enemy's wrist with a swinging knife and draws the Great Sword quickly.

With his eyes open, Steel Gyu smiled.

The face wiped with alcohol lacked blood and looked as white as a dead man, but it didn't matter.

He raises his torso like a ghost.

I could tell by the sound.

Defending the ward, I certainly guessed by looking at the faces of the soldiers who were hanging from the rushed soldiers.

“You need to lie down! ”

It was a shout from a soluble squad member by hiccupping the heart of an elongated soldier, as if the blood were sprinkled in a bucket.

Steel Kyu pulls out the ringer and blood needle on his wrist.

Then I turned around and got out of bed.

Whistle!

Funny. It's just that my body is stumbling around with wounds.

“Senior! Not with that body! ”

A crewmember on the bed grabs the steel-stone with a barrack of evil. However, he pressed on the chest of a constantly stretching crew with a bloody and sweaty face.

I have no idea how desperate I am.

Just as you want to save the crew, I want to protect this Bandundu.

This is because it is a thankful mission that my country has given me as an old man, and it is what I hope for, and because it is a land that juniors will sacrifice their lives to protect.

It doesn't fit, but Steel Gyu smiles at the solubility squad members and moves toward the ward door.

An old friend of Steel Gyu lay quietly at the entrance to the Great Sword.

Now we have to decorate our last, right?

Moon angle.

Steel Gyu picks it up upside down and goes to the ward.

“Whoa!”

The hostiles' cries were not polite, but Steel Gyu was not the one to scare them.

Fiesta!

Starry things dare eat the land of the Republic of Korea.

I believe in numbers, too.

Steel Gyu, who had left the barracks of the ward's liver, moved toward the place where the Great Moximum Jeongcheol was located.

Bugger! Bugger!

I have no regrets. I thank my country for its mission to this end.

It is because he has already sacrificed his life for his country long ago.

Warlock! Fit! Peyt!

Like a rough corn field, a long passage opens between the enemies as the steel stone rushes.

“Whoa!”

However, the passage was immediately lost by another enemy.

Tying! Tying!

Immiok removed the safety pin from the grenade.

Ting! Ting!

From behind her, a string of looms removed the pins of the grenade.

Whew! Whew! Shh! Shh!

“Grenade!”

With a harsh voice, Immiok and the crew in front bowed down.

Khh! Khh! Khhhhhh!

After this is a hesitant assault.

Warlock! Warlock!

Despite the sacrifices of our allies, missing this moment will lengthen the battle and will not help the allies who are fighting desperately now.

Fuchschung! Fuchschung! Fuchschung! Fuchschung! Fuchschung!

The crew jumps into the enemy's barracks, blinding between the grey helmet and the hood.

This was ordered by the Taekwondo on his left arm.

Help your allies and defend this Bandundu.

Fuchschung! Fuchschung! Fuchschung! Fuchschung! Fuchung!

It was a tremendous achievement.

Immiok and the 606 were perfectly operational against the enemy's Special Forces members who were on guard.

Cheers.

“Let's go! Hurry! ”

Cheers.

“We're leaving.”

I saw the lights of the truck from a distance.

“Replace the ammunition and head straight into HQ! Keep in mind! There are still more than 170,000 hostiles! We cut them and join our allies clearly and definitively! ”

Chuckle! Chuckle!

He pulls the trinket with his eyes full of poison and looks at the distant base.

He stood in the dark with his rifle in front of him, his left leg bent, and strangely the empty thread looked more torn when he was in that position.

Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! Pour it!

“Climb up! Hurry! ”

Trucks don't stop.

Immiok writes the evil, and the crew jumps behind the slow running truck.

“Your allies are in danger! Hurry!"

I've already seen the base's boundary collapse, even if it's not Immiok's message.

Tang Tang!

When Immiok hit the roof of the driver's seat,

Bo 'ang!

I sped up as the truck was.

Cheers.

“Surrounded by our people, it's over! In this way, use the truck to push it to the wall. ”

Buaaaang! Grumpy! Grumpy! Grumpy!

Cheers.

“When you start shooting at the Jeep, you start shooting in unison! When you get to the wall, don't wait for orders and go inside! 606 is our veterinary uniform! ”

Emmyok's resolution-filled radio was clearly in everyone's ears.

Cheers.

“The Taekwondo on the arm is watching us! Thank you for your country's mission! I thank you for being able to carry out this mission with you. ”

Piaying!

The enemy's shooting began terribly before Immiok's words ended.

Tuttata Tatata! Tuttata Tatata!

The machine gun that was hung on the jeep blew fire and the fluorescent pieces flew towards the enemy.

Pushkeng! Tadadadada-da! Fuchshung! Ta-da-da!

The rifles of the people who came with 606 tore through the darkness, pouring out the flames of death on the enemies.

Munbaki's performance was great.

Tudoodoodoodoodoodoodoodoodoodoodoodoo!

He grabs his AK rifle on the ground and pulls an elongation trigger toward his enemies.

Obviously, Gerar and the mercenaries were able to make it because they blocked it with evil, but it was commendable enough to pull the trigger without losing it.

Too-too-too-too-too-too! Tofu!?

When they came near the Wall, North Korean soldiers started firing.

“This way! Hurry! ”

Park Chul-soo, whose bandage wrapped around his torso, ran out and received Nero.

Tudoodoodoodoodoodoodoodoodoodoodoodoo! Tofu!

At least when the reinforcements opened fire in unison, the hostiles were thrown into the pit where Gerar had been hiding for a while.

I've already heard stories from Immiok.

Even so, it's hard to hold this place any longer when enemies are running in the trenches in front of me and looking for opportunities.

“Huff! Huff! ”

Gerard was a wretched wreck.

His shoulders, back, side, and forearm were split apart, revealing his flesh as it was, and the blood of rebellion was pouring out.

Park Chul-soo handed the water bottle to Gerar, who sat on his back inside the wall.

“Thank you.”

Gerar said hello.

“I appreciate it. ”

Park Chul-soo handed me a couch that I don't know.

“It looks like it's coming in. ”

Before Park Chul-soo's words came to an end, a machine gun roared in the diagonal area of the base and flew away.

“Shuffle!”

Gerar raises his body as if he were throwing his back against the wall.

I know. I know.

This time, when the enemy pushes in, it means it's all over here.

Both people and the people around them.

Park Chul-soo nodded as he stared, and Gerar smiled.

“It's a wonderful battle. ”

“I'm a group guest. ”

It was when Park Chul-soo finished talking to Gerar.

The grey waves were buzzing as if they were crossing the bank.

Chuckle! Chuckle!

Gerar takes a deep breath while pulling the rifle's trinket.

It's the last time. This battle is over.

Come on! To the end! One more!

It was just after Gerar painted a fierce face like a beast.

“Waaah!”

“Alahu Akbar! ”

There was a wave of gray as if the bank had collapsed.

Chieit!

“Hang in there! Dog... Chii... I'm here! ”

I dug into Gerar, Park Chul-soo, and the crew's ears as if an absurd radio was in the wind.

Chiiit!

“Gera... Chii. I... Chii... soon... Chii... ”

It was definitely the voice of a venomous hymn.