God of Blackfield

Kang Chan moved down with the crew.

Booth. Booth.

Broken soil and bright moonlight were the problem.

So it took me 25 minutes to get down 150 meters.

It was about 50 meters away.

"Huh?"

As soon as the vigilante is confirmed by his eyes, Kang Chan raises his head.

It's Koods.

These guys are definitely Koods, even if they're dressed and standing.

Kang Chan turned to the road he was on, and whispered to the radio.

Chiit. “I don't know what happened, but the enemy is Cudes. The number of people is the same, and I think I'm sitting over here pretending to be targeting a special support team. Be more careful when you enter. ”

Kang Chan sent a radio again and again in French.

‘If you see these bastards dead here, there must be something here. ’

Kang Chan looked left and right and waited to hear from him.

It was about five minutes ago.

Cheers. “Ready. ”

The Great Lakes radio came in first.

Cheers. “Ready. ”

I came into the final day of radio with Gerar.

The Great Lakes and Gerar can believe in this more than anyone else in the world.

Cheers. "Operation begins. When you're ready, just press the radio button. ”

Kang Chan went down the mountain again shortly.

It takes a lot of time.

So I was in a hurry.

However, impatience in these operations will pay for the sacrifices of our allies.

Buszec.

The hymn goes down like a staircase to the side of the foot.

It's not a matter of going down.

It is more important to look at the enemy's behavior every time.

Booth.

It was almost a point down the mountain.

Kang Chan looks at the enemy and comes down one step at a time.

If they weren't Kudes, they'd just be UIS militiamen, probably already grinding their foreheads and jumping in.

But these guys aren't worth it.

It took another 15 minutes.

About five meters to go.

Cheers.

I got a radio signal.

At least one side means ready.

Kang Chan shoots the floor with his index finger and stop at the crews who followed him first.

It means to stay in place.

Then, looking at the final day, he pointed to the guard on the right.

It was after the end of the day that I nodded.

The hymn slowly moves to the left and descends.

While the crew stares at the vigilante with tension, Kang Chan approaches the enemy with caution.

It sounds ridiculous, but this experience really goes down.

The crew's experience of overcoming these tense moments appears to be a lie in training and is passed on to crew members who have not participated in this operation for more than eight days.

The moonlight, the vigilantes in front of you, and the barracks behind you.

Even breathing once is cautious, and there is no training that is as certain as the tension the enemy encounters at any moment.

Whoo-hoo. Whoo-hoo.

The hymn has finally taken its place.

After nodding his head toward the final day, Kang Hyeong pulled out the great sword he had hung on his ankle.

There's no sign of a team yet.

Kang Chan grabs the day of the Great Sword and waits for the signal.

The crew standing behind was aiming for the gun.

If an accident happens on a team that didn't give a signal, you have to push it in like this.

It was time to endure such a heavy silence as death.

Cheers.

Finally came the radio that was waiting.

Kang Chan grabbed the radio button.

Cheers. Cheers. Cheers.

I counted three.

Cheers. Cheers.

Naturally, here are two.

The hymn stares at the enemy's neck that needs to be resolved.

Cheers!

Whew! Tornado!

At the same time as pressing the button, the sermon and the final day threw the Great Sword.

Warlock!

Then he sprung out like a cat that ran over a rat.

Quaak!

The hymn makes a ‘glut’ sound and gently turns the stumbling enemy's throat.

Ugh!

The end date was a little different.

Tough.

I cut off the wool with a great sword stuck to my neck.

Fishish!

The blood splattered like a fountain and soaked the face and forechest of the final day. Fortunately, it didn't sound.

This is also an experience.

Not trying to turn your neck without being confident.

Overcoming the enemy is the best way to do it.

The vigilante completely solved it.

Kang Chan turns his hand in the air and points to the enemy's barracks.

Crumb. Crumb!

The crews move toward their respective barracks while lowering their positions.

Whoo-hoo. Whoo-hoo.

Kang Chan moved towards the middle of the barracks.

About a minute later, the crew stood on either side of the entrance to all the barracks.

Crumb.

Then Gerar approached the side of the hymn.

Cheers.

When Kang-chan presses the radio, the crew pulls out the grenade and hears it.

Mouth to mouth, fingerprints to the opposite side, crew removed the safety pin.

I'm all set.

Good night.

Like this forever!

Cheers.

It was just after Kang Chan last pressed the radio button.

Whew! Whew! Whew! Whew!

The crew threw grenades into the barracks.

Then he quickly pulled out a new grenade and removed the safety pin.

Tying! Tying! Tying! Tying!

Now is not the time to worry about the sound.

Torch! Whew! Tornado!

Together, they turned around and quickly bowed down.

Kuuuuuuuuu! Kuuuuuuu! Kuuuuuuuu! Kuuuuuuuh!

The clothed barracks were as pulsating as hurricanes, and the floor shook every time the explosion exploded.

Warlock!

The crew jumped in unison.

Fuchschung! Furburbuck! Fuchschung! Furburbuck! Fuchschung! Furburbuck!

The kill radius of a grenade is actually not that big.

It's called 10 to 15 meters, and sometimes it's just a matter of catching 6 to 10 people when they're swarming.

Instead, I'm sleeping well, and if a grenade explodes in a row next to me, my ears can't stand it right now.

Next thing you know, what if you shoot a three-point shooter in the dark?

It's the end of life.

I can only hear you.

You can hear no enemy counterattack anywhere.

‘Holy shit! This is not a man's doing. ’

I wanted to jump into the barracks with the crew.

So I wanted to eliminate the least possible risk.

But the most important thing in an operation like this is overall command.

If there is a problem somewhere in the Six Barracks, there should be about two people to support you right now.

It was a time when Kang Chan was holding back with a gloomy look of emotion.

Cheers. “This way is over. ”

As you can see, the Great Lakes have been contacted the fastest.

Cheers. “It's the end of the situation. ”

The radio of Gangnam came in.

Fuchung! Fuchung!

The barracks across the street echo the sound of a rifle.

It's gonna be an assassination.

Gerar shrugs as he watches the hymn.

‘You're really doing better than I thought. ’

It was the face that he had to face.

About three minutes later, the situation was all over.

Cheeit. “Dahye! Go ahead and check your end! ”

Kang Hyeong-hyun, who sent the radio, looked back at the Myeong-goo sphere.

“Take four crew members and check from here to the end. Even if you shoot one more shot, don't leave anything suspicious. ”

“Got it.”

Gangnam moved to the barracks with his crew.

The sound of choking, the sound of barracks, sometimes‘ Fuchung! 'It was after the sound of the rifle.

Shh, shh, shh.

I approached the hymn in a position where I had no distance at all from the Stone River.

And I put out my hand.

It was a cigarette. It was three packs, too.

Dead bastard, you carrying a dead man's cigarette?

But it's better than throwing it away, right?

Kang Chan smiled and turned his head to the left.

The vigilante is approaching quickly after confirming his final barracks.

“Once withdrawn. ”

Kang Chan climbs up the mountain that led the crew down about 20 meters.

Furry.

Kang Chan sat down with his butt on the slope.

The Great Lakes and Gerrar are nearby, and the crews spread out on their own.

The Great Lakes keep noticing the hymns.

“Unlike Africa. It's hard to smoke before you cross that mountain. ”

“Who said that? ”

He feels as cunning as he gets clever.

Cheeit. “Idouhee! Get the crew down here. ”

Cheers. “Okay. ”

After finishing the radio, Kang Chan looked at the mountain across the street.

“But our kids are great? Or are those bastards blind? This is so easy, I feel like I'm losing my mac. ”

Kang Chan picks up and laughs, looking down at the barracks.

The crew pretended not to know, but waited for a praiseworthy answer.

“You've been so ambushed, you don't fall for any team in the world. ”

The lagoon nods.

If you cross that mountain, Luca will come out.

Walking again? Now?

He sprayed the pain as if his body was amazed.

Steel Gyu stares forward at the top of the mountain.

Blood tangled on the face of the clay.

It was a nasty impression that I never wanted to look back at how my eyes were bundled.

“I let the crew go first. ”

Nam Il-gyu appeared behind Steel Gyu.

As in Libya, the group left Afghanistan once again, with other colleagues.

“It's Il-gyu.”

“Yes, Senior. ”

It was a short call without emotion.

Nam Il-gyu replied with a nervous face.

“Comrade.”

Steel Gyu called the bucket again.

“Yes.”

It was time for the two of them to look at the back of the steel ledge.

“Thank you.”

Steel Gyu turned around and said.

Steel Gyu.

A man stronger than anyone in the world, an unarmed team commander who will never face any enemy.

He was preaching to the crew what he had never taken out before.

I felt like I was looking at the old teacher at once, wrapped like the sky.

It seemed like I had looked into the grief of Steel Gyu who lost his crew.

It really hurts like that, and it's a steel scythe that hasn't come out once in a while.

How much did my insides hurt when I didn't tell anyone by myself?

At this moment, the eyes of the men around him were red. It's because I didn't win the choking emotion.

“Senior, everything that's been alive is thanks to you. No matter the difficulties at the end of this road, I am happy that this path follows you. ”

I couldn't see the red-eyed eyes, so I saw the bucket that shook my head.

"Fuck."

He swallowed a word to express his boiling emotions. I want to express it like Nam Il-gyu, but what I can think of is that.

Do these bastards make our river boss this hard?

You will let me take all the branches and see through Seoul to the water source!

It was when the bucket went rogue.

He knocked on his bucket shoulders, just as Steel Gyu assumed all his angles.

Look, you bastards!

Oh, my God!

The bucket was a bit harsher.

I crossed the water.

Jung Wook's arm was all injured, but instead, he killed all 19 enemy snipers.

Boom, boom, boom.

The gardener, who crossed the river upright, immediately approached the two crew members lying down with the best of his ability.

First of all, it's strict.

On one knee in front of him, the gardener wiped his bloody nose and mouth with a damp sleeve.

Yep.

The gardener takes out the Great Sword and hears it.

Then he cut off the collar of the combat suit and blocked his nose and ears.

Profit!

I untied the string of boots and tied my hands to my chest.

The crews are blinding and guarding the surrounding area.

The gardener sent the two remaining crew members as well.

Pfft.

When I woke up, the pistol, bullet, and great sword on my body told me that the operation was not over.

“We're going. ”

The gardener gave the horse away.

Three crew members lying in white under the moonlight were constantly listening to him.

“I may never find you again. Nevertheless, never forget the three of you. Until my uniform becomes the last outfit of my life. ”

The gardener saluted the three and turned his head.

I saw a lot of poison in my eyes.

“Advance. I'll speed it up a little bit, so make sure the front is clear. ”

Shh, shh, shh.

The crew turned their backs on it.

There is still a mission left.

So now is not the time to be impressed.

606 says so, and I learned to take on this task.

Puwook!

It was when he stabbed the Great Sword in the neck of the enemy and pulled it towards his body.

“Krrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!”

Pussyshi!

The blood that emanates from the neck of the enemy blows through his face.

The differential fungus sits with its chest fluttering.

I didn't want this.

I tried to stop the enemy by pulling it with the Great Sword.

But the Great Sword that had to be caught in the bone immediately came out as the enemy twisted his neck.

The differential quickly swept his eyes with his sleeve.

His eyes were covered with blood, and all things seemed to crumble red.

Fuchung! Fuchung! Fuchung! Fuchung! Fuchung! Fuchung!

At the same time as the gunshot, I heard flesh and blood splashing from the body of the enemy in front of him.

I see it! I see it now!

Although the moonlight seemed to have bitten the whole world red, the enemy was sure to run in front of him.

Choke!

At that time, I heard the bullets of Kwak Chul-ho rain.

“Magazine Exchange! ”

Kwak Chul-ho retreated.

And I quickly pulled out my pistol.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Snipers keep a gap.

Fuchschung! Fuchschung! Fuchung! Fuchung!

A two-lined ally pulls the trigger like crazy.

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

The differential fungus continues to pull the trigger of the pistol towards the enemy.

Awesome!

The moment I think about it, I feel the creeps all over my body.

How did Kang Chan defeat the enemy with a sack of a great sword and take out his pistol when he was pushed like this?

Did he also see and learn from someone like the current differential fungus?

The enemy I'm dealing with right now feels a little drier than the Couds I've been experiencing in Africa.

Fuchung! Fuchung! Fuchung! Fuchung! Fuchung! Fuchung! Pueblo!

The situation changed again when Kwak Chul-ho's rifle blew fire.

‘Come here!'

The differential fungus pulls the necklace of the one climbing up the hill.

Poooooooooooo!

Then I put the great sword in the back of the trunk.

Which finger did you stab?

Why the sudden thought of it?

When the differential fungus pulls out the great sword,

Fishish!

Blood gushes from the neck of the enemy.

Where's the next one?

It was when the differential fungus turned its gaze.

Buzzing.

The AK rifle crossed the line.

I had to stop him with a stab in the neck!

Busheung! Fubberbuck!

As the enemy sweeps down, the differential fungus flies backwards and hits the slope as if it were crushing the buttocks.

Cheeit. “Captain, watch out! ”

At the same time as Kwon Chul-ho's radio, two lines and a sniper opened fire.

Ting! Ting! Tying! Tying!

Save the grenades, you bastards!

The differential fungus turns its head forward and looks at Khwchul Ho.

The images of throwing grenades and maneuvering rifles came into my eyes like unrealistic screens.

Khh! Khh! Khhhh!

Booth.

Soil and small stones fell on the body of the differential.

“Cool!”

It was after the differential cough.

Warlock!

Guangchul Ho ran.

“Captain!”

He then held the status of a differential.

Short silence followed.

“What? Did you fall like that in a bulletproof suit? ”

I stare at the differential fungus with an absurd expression.