God of Blackfield

Even in Africa, where death is the life of another strong man, it was too much to deal with a corpse that was nearly half a million at a time.

Whieing.

Every time the wind blew, the disgusting odors that were sinking all over the Bandundu used to hook up. Even the special team members who had completed the dizzy training used to resist the moment.

Kang Chan walked to the foreign troops waiting outside with the ambush, the final day, and Idouhee.

They pushed the bodies to both sides and made their way in between. Armed counter-terrorism team members and White Wolf members on both sides are holding back, so this looks like an entrance to hell.

Shh, shh.

Kang Chan immediately approached the foreigners.

The ambush on the left, the lagoon on the right, followed by the final day, Lee Doo-hee, the counter-terrorism team members, and the White Wolf, both keeping their rifles down.

“It's the God-of-Black Field. ”

Foreign troopers who saw the hymn tried to understand the situation by rolling their eyeballs left and right.

“The 9th Regiment commander, Froran, was shot for disobeying orders and honoring an outsider a little while ago. ”

The one who swallowed a dry needle, the one who tried to make sure the God-of-Blackfield was real, and the one who was nervous, there were a number of reactions.

“Who's the next commander? ”

Proficient French.

The crew, standing on the left side of the auditorium, was about two steps ahead.

“This is Jabek.”

He was a French man in his early 40s who had a large forehead and had his head removed from his forehead.

“I respect the honour of foreign troops above all else. The choice is yours. If you want to fight to be loyal to the commander, I will kill them all, and if you want a chance to find honor, I will give you an order. ”

Jabek, who swallowed the dried saliva, looked back at the crew and brought his gaze.

“Deputy Chancellor, can you tell me why we have forsaken the honor of the foreign troops? We just stood by our troops at the command of the top. ”

Feeding.

Kang Chan exclaimed at Jabek and exclaimed.

“You mean you didn't know what you were doing with the sub commander? ”

The current number of foreign troops of the 9th Regiment, composed of infantry, is around 500.

Of course, the White Wolf crew were scattered inside and out, and the helicopter was sitting in the far reaches, but it seemed difficult to avoid a crisis in the immediate aftermath of the battle.

Nevertheless, the hymn that appeared with the Dalang Gang in return appeared in front of 500 perfectly armed foreign infantry troops, with a smile that seemed to kill them in a word.

“Javek.”

Oui.

Jabek, answering, was the face of a man who was utterly stunned by the glorious gaze and attitude.

“Is it the honor of an alien army or the loyalty of a commander? ”

“We……. ”

Jabek, who couldn't get a horse's tail, decided to do it.

“We applied to the foreign forces for the honour of our troops. I would like to thank the Director General of Information for the opportunity to defend my honour. ”

“Tell me your angle. ”

“Legio patria nostra! ”

Kang Chan picked up and laughed.

“All right. From now on, I'm on the perimeter of the 2nd line of the 9th Regiment. Javek is in charge. ”

“Thank you!”

After the exotic ceremony, Jabek salutes the troops and moves to the back.

“I thought I knew enough about foreign troops. But I guess I knew it all wrong. ”

The amputee's question was answered and the lecturer first picked up and laughed.

“The officer is French. They want promotion and stable old age. Other recruits who applied to the foreign forces are always the same. Permanent residence, challenges, and honour. ”

How the hell is the hymn going to get through their bottom line?

The amputee, who was pondering, shook his head.

It was because I knew that this was always over with a lot of worries.

After returning to the base, the radio came in again to scare the amputees and the table.

Cheers.

“Cars, jeeps and trucks flying the flag of the Democratic Republic of the Congo are approaching. There is a mix of armed forces and civilians. ”

Kang Chan immediately put his hand on the radio button.

Cheers.

“Judge the situation and deal with it. ”

Cheers.

“Got it.”

It was already a bright day.

“I'll be in and out of the ward for a while. ”

“It looks like there's a visitor, so I'm here. ”

After reaching an understanding with the amputee, Kang Chan went into the ward.

At the entrance there was still Immiok and the empty thread standing in front of him with a rifle.

Whenever he still saw the Lagoon River, he was surprised.

“Don't you have people to shift? ”

“It's a shift in an hour. ”

When Im Mi-ok heard the answer, Kang Hyeong-sil gave her gaze.

“Why don't you pretend to know? ”

“Get in there! ”

In front of Immiok's embarrassed gaze, a smiling hymn went into the ward.

The first person to find him was Park Chul-soo.

He was asleep as if he was unconscious.

“What's the status?”

“Today seems to be a gobi. ”

Kang Chan nodded for a moment.

The following were differential fungi:

He wraps a bandage around his body and says he's bare, with all his eyes, fingers, and toes, and he opens his eyes.

“Why aren't you sleeping? ”

Differential fungi laughed at the end of their eyes.

But tears of blood poured out from his eyes.

Not by crying, but by medication and pain, it looked like tears.

“Is it that impressive to see me? ”

I smiled more clearly this time.

“Well done. I'm sorry. ”

The hymn that grabbed the finger of the differential fungus was followed by a long look at the Khwchul Ho and its crew, and then moved to the bed of steel claws at the end.

The steel ledge wrapped in a mollusc bandage that was no different from the differential fungus was at least halfway out of the left hand and face.

“Just stay out of my way for a second. ”

The Great Lakes took Lee Doo-hee out of the ward with them on the final day.

Steel Gyu saw the hymn with great difficulty.

“You know you're not going to die, right? ”

Steel Gyu nods cautiously after listening to the hymn.

“I put tons of them in. Most.”

“You...? ”

“Don't pretend to worry, get up. There are still a lot of enemies in Africa to solve. ”

Steel Kyu moves her lips and draws a hard smile.

His face and hands were swollen so hard to compare with his injuries that he looked like a steamed man.

“Thank you for being alive. ”

The first time I said this to Steel Gyu, I was not disgusted.

I mean it, I felt so desperate.

“I'll be back in the evening. Let's sigh.”

I reached out and tried to hold him.

However, Steel Gyu's left hand grasped the finger of the stronghold.

Kang Chan lifted his gaze from his hand and looked at Steel Gyu.

The two of them looked straight at each other for a while.

“Get up and sleep. It'll get better.”

Steel Gyu, who nods his head, lays his hands.

This was also the first time.

I also held hands with Steel Gyu for so long.

Gerard sleeps with his eyes closed, his long eyelashes standing out.

Next to him, Munbaki looked the same.

When Gerar fought like a villain, he was now a fallen nobleman fighting for the fallen family.

After a brief look at Gerar and Munbaki, the hymn turns outside.

When I left the ward, three African men were waiting at the table and then I woke up.

“God of Blackfields“? ”

It was a French accent.

“You are President Mbutu of the Democratic Republic of the Congo. ”

From where he turned his gaze, a massive Mbutu, like a prowrestler, stretched out his thick hand toward the strong hymn.

“I've already said hello. ”

The sermon I was about to introduce the amputee said, "Sit down.” I asked for a table.

It was a broken wall, corpses piled up in a staring place, and a table in the middle of a wretched scene with blood stains intact.

Idouhee prepared the tea as soon as she noticed it was also a bag of coffee.

They all drank coffee formally.

Kang Chan lifted his eyes and looked at Mbutu.

“First of all, we have brought in 2,000 people, and soon we will have equipment and an additional 20,000 people. It's all on us. I'm proud to be the most skilled person to organize this place. ”

Kang Chan was listening quietly.

“Gods of Blackfield. I came here to make a special offer. ”

Salphin Mbutu opened his mouth again.

“It's time for Africa to wake up. I proposed the African Union to all the countries, and I heard back from them, and we decided to join the African Union Presidency in a fresh blackfield. ”

The crew behind the hymn don't know what the French are saying.

So while he was holding his position harshly, the amputee took a deep breath to hide his surprised expression.

“Why are you in such a hurry to make such a sudden offer? ”

“This proposal was already made when South Korea said it would build a power plant here. In addition, we agreed to meet with you based on the outcome of the battle of Bandundu. ”

M'Bootu, who was caught in the mouth of Kang Chan, turned away and said again.

“I don't know if it sounds cool, but we're at risk of national security and our lives. ”

“Don't you want to talk to the Korean government instead of me? ”

“Without you, there is nowhere in the world to stop a rebel attack like yesterday in Africa. ”

“What if I'm in charge? ”

“You just have to think of yourself as the president of the whole of Africa. I will leave the integration of money, security, security and anything else to your will. ”

“If you do that, there won't be many bureaucrats to hurt. ”

“Can you give me the virtue of speed control? ”

Although it's awkward to start a conversation, for the first time Mbutu draws a laugh.

“Gods of Blackfield. Maybe this continent has been waiting for an absolute like you. who will protect us completely from the effects of Europe and America. ”

“It could be too big an expectation. ”

“If it's not the God-of-Black Fields, who will handle 400,000 insurgents? You've all proven today that you have the power to protect us. There's only one thing we want. It's your promise.”

It was a suggestion from the base of Bandundu where the morning sun was shining.

Lecture was a silent face, the amputee looked forward to it, and Mbutu waited for an answer.

It is a gift called the African Union.

What if I go back with a stake in this enormous proposal?

The amputee somehow seems to be getting rougher, so he keeps his lips firmly shut.

“Two prerequisites are attached. ”

“Speak.”

“Africa's development must be accompanied by substantial investment. Electricity can be covered by electricity, but you don't know how much it costs to think about housing, low-income support, including roads. ”

“Please tell me honestly what you think. ”

Mbutu was calling the hymn a funeral.

“There will be major investments, including South Korea and China, Russia, France and Saudi Arabia. The distribution of revenues for this should be entirely within my authority. ”

“I'll tell you that. What's one thing left? ”

“It is the command of the armies of all the countries participating in the coalition. ”

The amputee stares at the cup of coffee to bear the look on Mbutu's face.

Command of all armies!

The sentiment of looking directly at the birth of an enormous force that is not even comparable to the European Union was not comparable to any tension.

“I think we need to discuss that again, but before we do, there's one thing I want to know. ”

The hymn nods and the vagina quickly opens its mouth.

“I would like to know if you will accept the position of Chancellor if both must be assumed. ”

“Door booth. ”

“Yes, Chancellor. ”

It felt like the conversation had crossed the limit at shovel time.

The ambush was jealous of the crew standing unaware of the French.

“The most obvious place to use Africa's labour force is the military. It pays off, and that army acts as a deterrent to European or American ambition. And so do the rebels, of course. ”

“I see.”

“Afterwards, educated soldiers with pride must go to a new place to work. It will be an honest and clean player that will lead Africa into the future. ”

I looked at the hymn with my face splattered with a sealed cheek.

“I will surely put the will of the Führer to rest. ”

And he stood up in his place.

“I ask for a new Africa. The barrel.”

Unlike the first, he turns around after grasping a hand of steel in a polite manner.

Looking at the steel that sent him so hard, the amputee had a beating heart.

Fresh of Blackfields.

The ambush was the one standing closest to the absolute in Africa.