God of Blackfield

“Where’s the Foreign Legion?” Kang Chan asked.

“They’re on standby outside the airport,” Kevin quickly answered.

“I’ll have the meeting with Sherman. Where’s the helicopter?”Googlᴇ search No(ᴠ)ᴇlFire.nᴇt

“Please cthis way.”

Kang Chan tried his best to regain his senses as he followed Kevin down the bumpy runway.

As they turned to the freight warehouse in the airport, Kang Chan heard the roar of an engine. It was quickly followed by helicopter blade noises.

“Please cthis way,” Kevin said as he guided Kang Chan to the Black Hawk right in front of them. “This is Mark, the commander of the Delta Force. You can discuss the rescue operation with him. Our ground forces will be joining you as well.”

Kang Chan greeted Mark with a brief nod, then got on the chopper. Mark soon followed him.

As the helicopter rose into the sky, Kang Chan wiped his nose with the back of his hand and found blood smeared on it. He had never had a nosebleed before—not even in combat.

***

In the middle of their fierce battle, the South Koreans and Frenchmen were gifted a sweet break by their enemies.

They only managed to rest for twenty minutes, however. They wanted to rest a little longer, but it would be unwise to asstheir enemies would willingly grant them their wishes, especially ones that would give them a fighting chance in this battle.

Shortly after hearing people shout in Arabic, they heard their enemies rustle in the darkness.

Cha Dong-Gyun picked up his rifle and propped himself against the walls. Following his lead, the surviving soldiers and agents also readied their guns and manned four different spots.

Their enemies started with a simple attack, firing at everyone on the roof of the building. However, they soon started dashing toward the building from the alley.

Their urban warfare maneuvers were perfect.

Cha Dong-Gyun and his men swiftly retaliated, sending the incoming hostiles to their deaths. However, the sparks from the muzzles of their rifles gave away their position.

Targeting where the flashes cfrom, the hostiles swiftly assailed them with bullets.

As the snipers took down as many as they could, an RPG sharply flew toward the building.

The powerful impact shook the building. Another wall had been blown up, its pieces pouring down to the ground.

The French army interpreter lowered his head behind the wall but continued firing back. Empty shells piled up on the floor until he finally managed to hit one of their foes. However, he soon fell backward as well.

The army interpreter rolled on the floor, clutching one of his hands.

People would never understand how much just one scream weakened their allies and destroyed their morale.

The soldier next to the army interpreter pulled him by the shoulder and propped him against the wall. The army interpreter groaned and cried as he looked at his right hand, which he was holding up with his left.

His index and middle fingers had been completely blown off, leaving him with nothing but two unsightly gaping wounds.

However, right now, nobody could afford to stop defending to examine the army interpreter. The enemies in the alley had already reached the entrance of the first floor.

The two soldiers assigned to defend the door on the first floor frantically fired at the hostiles closing in on their position. If the bastards managed to get past them, they would be as good as dead.

Seok Kang-Ho, who looked as though he was high, tirelessly used his left hand to take out the pistol that he had strapped to his pants. Just looking at the way the soldiers next to the windows were aiming was enough for him to accurately guess how close their enemies were right now.

As if to prove him right, parts of the wooden door were chipped away by the bullets coming from their enemies’ rifles.

The door shook twice as more bullets hit it. Not long after, the head of the soldier next to the window on the right snapped back.

The soldier lifelessly fell to the ground.

Cha Dong-Gyun was not stupid. The fact that he only stationed two soldiers by the entrance meant that they didn’t have a lot of people to begin with. They likely only had a few on the rooftop as well.

“There aren't enough people at the entrance!” the remaining soldier yelled into the radio.

He was bleeding so much that he left a long and thick trail of blood wherever he went.

The soldier on the left was almost out of bullets now.

“Change your mag! I’ll cover you!” Seok Kang-Ho yelled to the soldier.

Their enemies broke into a charge, stopping only once they had reached the square window. rushed toward them and arrived right in front of the square window, and the enemies collapsed if they shot them.

One of the soldiers upstairs quickly ran down to the first floor. At the stime, the soldier at the left side of the building took aim and opened fire once more.

With Seok Kang-Ho’s magazine now empty, their enemies would have managed to break into the building if the soldier who had just run down from the rooftop hadn’t immediately started returning fire.

Seok Kang-Ho threw himself to the ground and searched through the corpses of their fellow soldiers. After a while, he finally found a loaded magazine.

He couldn’t even remember regaining the feeling in his right arm.

Seok Kang-Ho screamed as he stood up, but he couldn’t let the pain stop him now.

Considering Kang Chan’s personality, he would’ve already run out to the alley and gun down every enemy he could find. Once he had pushed the enemies away from their position, he would likely curse, finally realizing that he had been shot.

Now that three men were protecting the entrance, they finally got a bit of a break. However, this wouldn’t have been possible without the soldiers stationed on the rooftop. The moment they heard the soldier’s cry for help on the radio, they likely fought even harder to defend the building.

Unfortunately, although they were already fighting with everything they had, the battle was still far from over.

Seok Kang-Ho’s lips curved into his signature smile, thinking that they would soon meet their end. After all, it was only a matter of tbefore he and everyone else in their team ran out of ammo.

Once they did, a genuine Islamic battle would ensue.

As soon as their foes right now found out that they no longer had any bullets left, they would do whatever it took to end their targets’ lives by slitting their necks.

Their opponent’s numbers didn’t matter to them. They would charge in relentlessly and grab onto their limbs. Afterward, they would unsheathe their large, curved blades and slowly bury them into their victims’ necks.

Sof the rookie soldiers who had been in similar situations had even shot themselves in the head upon hearing their comrades choking on their own blood as their necks were being cut open.

Kang Chan was the first person to emerge victorious in such a battle.

During a battle in Mangala, Kang Chan rushed into the battlefield to rescue Seok Kang-Ho, whom their enemies had tied up. His eyes back then were burning with ferocity, seemingly informing everyone around him that his lid had been flipped. Outnumbered, he stood in the middle of his enemies’ formation, tirelessly swinging his bayat them.

“Fuck,” Seok Kang-Ho swore.

He was thankful, but he was also sorry.

Soon, however, they heard the familiar chopping of helicopter blades drowning out the gunshots.

At the stime, Seok Kang-Ho noticed their enemies rushing away from the building and ducking into cover.

The soldiers on the rooftop could likely see what was going on. Unfortunately, those on the first floor couldn’t really see anything.

As he tried to make sense of the sudden turn of events, he heard a whistle so sharp it reminded him of air escaping from an enormous balloon.

A moment later, a powerful explosion shook the ground. The tremors made Seok Kang-Ho wonder if the building would collapse.

Seemingly refusing to give their enemies a break, a white ray of death then filled the alley.

Seok Kang-Ho knew that rapid gunfire. It had to be from a 30mm machine gun.

The machine gun’s bullets blew off entire heads and tore apart their enemies so quickly that they almost looked like they were exploding.

Seok Kang-Ho looked at the soldier right next to him.

“Daye! You son of a bitch!”