When I Opened My Eyes, I Was in the Middle of the Battlefield

Director of the Foreign Cooperation Bureau, Robert’s eyes widened.

“Deputy Minister? What are you talking about all of a sudden?”

– I was also delivered orally first, a detailed report will be delivered to the director soon.

In other words, it was a new operation.

The situation is urgent enough to be notified by phone ahead of documents.

Robert, who was about to reply, said what he had to say.

“I don’t know what’s going on, Vice Minister, but the Congolese accomplice team has only completed the operation for six hours. You need to take proper treatment and rest, and replenish necessary supplies… … .”

I tried to continue the conversation, but the vice minister cut it off.

– An American journalist was kidnapped in Congo.

“… … !”

– It’s been a little over 9 hours since we lost contact, and since it couldn’t be handled locally, it’s been handed over to the State Department.

At that, Robert paused.

It was because the abduction and murder of an American UN inspector a few years ago suddenly came to mind.

At the time, the Congolese government concluded with the death penalty sentenced to dozens of people, and it was used as an internal educational example by analyzing and organizing everything from the first kidnapping to death inside the State Department.

Of course, Robert knew all too well.

Above all, the person kidnapped this time was a journalist.

They may have taken embargo measures, but as a media company, it would be difficult to completely seal their mouths.

If you are late, as soon as you are late, if you press, as soon as you press, words will leak out.

Robert quickly responded.

“I will prepare right away.”

-Okay, the electronic report will be coming in soon, please check it out and act quickly.

“Yes, Vice Minister.”

With a click, the director of the Foreign Cooperation Bureau put down the receiver, Robert’s expression darkened.

It is unfortunate that the vice minister heard that an American reporter had been kidnapped, but it was also because Charlie Tim, who went to Congo, was also worried.

As I said over the phone, less than six hours have passed since the operation was over.

Fortunately, it says that none of Charlie’s team members were injured, but I couldn’t fully believe this either.

It was because he didn’t deal with minor wounds as he was from the special forces, and he knew how to put up with most pain.

However, accumulated wounds could not be good for the operation.

Even if it’s not a big deal, it might interrupt your concentration at an important moment.

Even Charlie’s team had been on several missions in the Congo over the past few weeks, and today’s mission was a full day in a row.

Even if it wasn’t a physical wound, the mental damage would have been considerable.

Of course, he wasn’t worried about Kang Tae.

Among the many tests conducted during my stay at the hospital, the psychological test results were not strong enough to be close to steel.

It wasn’t that there was no emotion or lack of emotion.

There was almost no mental fatigue caused by battle, and there were no aftereffects.

Kang-tae’s daily life was very ordinary.

Still, as much as I didn’t know, I couldn’t roll Kangtae as if I was overdoing it.

The rest of the staff were also worried.

‘The best way is to end the situation without the input of Charlie’s team…’ … .’

Robert waited for the mail to arrive, but the anxiety did not go away easily.

Because it was none other than Congo.

In the middle of Africa, where there are very few UN troops stationed there and only a handful of US troops.

Robert shook his head quickly.

‘If Charlie’s team was put into this… It would be better to work with a tier 1 special unit that is in black operation or disguised, and if that doesn’t work, it would be better to support as much as possible by ordering a formal service. The degree of fatigue will be considerable, so it helps to cross-verify information until right before input… … .’

By the time I think of as many means as possible for a team that has already struggled for a month.

belt ring –

A beep sounded from the computer speakers, and a small window popped up saying that an electronic report had arrived.

After clicking several times and entering the password, I remembered what I had heard from the Vice Minister.

Be more specific and precise.

Robert’s eyes wrinkled as he read the typeface.

‘this… … .’

I didn’t want to be put in because the distance was far, but it was close again.

It is about 480 km to the expected operation area.

It was not a short distance, but it was not too far compared to the area of the Congo, which is easily over 1,300 km in length from side to side.

By American standards, that’s pretty short.

Of course, the road conditions in the two countries are very different, but even that can be reduced by military reconnaissance armored vehicles or transport helicopters.

Soon Robert dialed Jake’s cell phone number.

It was probably the middle of the night in Kongo time, but I couldn’t help it because I had to prepare immediately.

Follow Leureung-

And the moment a single signal rang.

-… This is Jake Russell.

He answered the phone as if he hadn’t slept, and Robert delivered the sad news.

“Jake, the stand-by order has been given.”

* * *

“ah… Now?”

He was called out from his sleep and asked Jake after he explained that an American reporter had been kidnapped and that he had to wait for dispatch.

“Yes, now.”

“how… Are you going in a junk van? Or can I go to sleep after I pack my things?”

“The method of movement has not been spread, but for now, just wait for dispatch and rest. I’ll wait and wake you up when you call.”

“The team leader doesn’t sleep? I’d rather set the order of vigils… … .”

“Get ready and go to sleep, because I’m fine.”

It seemed that he was not a leader for nothing.

Waiting for him to look great again in the moonlight.

José, who was standing still with his eyes open as if he was dozing off, was the first to respond.

“… I do it by division. I will die of sleepiness.”

After that, everyone got ready and went back to bed.

I took off my comfortable clothes, put on tough cargo pants and a functional T-shirt, and set the rest of my gear so that I could put them on right away, then I closed my eyes.

And when I was about to fall asleep.

Doo doo… Dudu… … .

There was a strange sound that did not suit the night.

I thought it was gunshots from the rebels shooting from afar, but it wasn’t.

The sound was getting closer.

And no guesswork, I knew right away what the sound was.

It wasn’t just me.

“… what? Is that a helicopter?!”

Delta Team’s Andrei, who was sleeping in the same barracks, also said that he was shocked to wake up.

The same goes for his teammates.

Unexpectedly, Jake, who had been outside the barracks, came in.

“Charlie, come out.”

“… Where are you guys going?”

“I heard there is an additional contract.”

Andrei asked, rubbing his eyes, and Jake answered calmly.

“You want to go with me?”

“What are you going to do? I’ll be tired… … . It’s noisy, so turn it off quickly!”

Andrei gave a big gesture to see us off, and the rest of Charlie’s team, including me, left the barracks.

The direction is the parade ground.

I heard the sound of a rough propeller, and while the dust was blowing my eyes, a person approached as if to greet me.

At first glance, he looks like an American.

And, as expected, fluent English was heard.

“G&G mercenary team? Is that correct?!”

Jake nodded instead of answering.

At the same time, for a while for the lantern light to shine on each person’s face.

“great! Hurry up and get on!”

He said in a loud voice and ran to the helicopter, followed by our team.

At the same time, Jose’s voice, which had been said to be sleepy, was heard.

“I haven’t seen Huey in a long time (UH-1’s nickname)!”

It was one of the UH-1 series of large transport helicopters that could accommodate more than 10 people.

It was in the middle of the night, so I couldn’t see it well, but I could guess it to some extent just by looking at the sound of the two-lobe rotor and the flickering lights.

I haven’t ridden it much, but I knew it well because I rode it for a rappel demonstration when I was a special forces soldier.

Around the time I remember descending from a high place without sticking it close to the ground because of high-ranking officials such as members of the National Assembly watching the demonstration.

The door of the helicopter on board was closed, and it quickly began to rise.

Doo doo doo doo doo-

In the midst of the intense sound of propellers resounding, the helicopter began to enter the pitch-black darkness.

It looks rather bleak, but my feelings weren’t like that.

Apart from the main story that had already begun to change, it was because I had played many missions like hostage rescue.

There were various methods and regions, and Africa was one of them.

However, it was not possible to predict how the situation would change as it became a reality.

I just do my best using my experience and characteristics.

* * *

The helicopter carrying Charlie’s team slowed down after a two-and-a-half-hour flight.

Jake looked out the window and frowned.

It was around 4:00 in the morning, when the sun hadn’t risen yet, and it was because the edge of the eastern horizon was dyed in indigo blue.

This means that the sun will rise within an hour.

‘… That’s a bad sign.’

I couldn’t see it well.

As the speedy hostage rescue operation was announced, it was easy to be exposed when the sun rose, making it difficult to infiltrate or rescue.

Rather, this operation was good at night.

It’s a time when there is little enemy activity, and the rescue team has an advantage in terms of equipment and experience.

Just like that, it was time for Jake to recall various situations related to hostage rescue.

Kugung-

The helicopter landed with a grinding sound, and the door opened as if waiting.

A man in combat uniform with a patch removed was standing there holding onto the door, but he hesitated as he tried to gesture for him to get down.

To be precise, he was reacting when he saw Jake.

“What, Jake Russell?! Is that you?!”

“… Adam Garrison?”

It was a person I had met several times during operations during my past military days.

He was an ordinary white man with an average height, but his background was unique as he was a person who operated with Jake.

Member of the 24th Special Tactics Battalion, one of the tier 1 special forces.

There was a record of working together with Delta Force, which Jake belonged to, in various operations.

Soon, Adam’s mouth opened coolly.

“Oh! to see you here Is there anything like this in the world?”

“Please don’t move. You said you were doing a hostage rescue operation?”

“that’s right. uh? Washington! you too… Alas, yes. get down once everyone… … .”

Adam, who had been talking with a smile after recognizing Marcus like that, hesitated as he saw the face following him.

This time, on the contrary, he looked embarrassed.

“no… What is this? Are these really your team? Russell?!”

He asked, looking at Rachel and Kangtae in succession.

No matter how you look at it, it was because Rachel, a woman, was not suitable for the battlefield, and Kang-tae, an Asian, was clearly lacking in physical abilities and fighting skills compared to white people.

These were things he learned firsthand while serving in the military.

Then, when Adam’s bewildered gaze turned to Jake, a firm answer came back.

“Are you going to explain the operation here on the ground?”

“Oh, no… follow me at once This way.”

Adam met Jake’s eyes, turned his head, and gestured briskly.

Of course, the thought that came to mind was still there.

‘They called the mercenaries… A woman and an Asian came?’

It was a shock, but he, who knew Jake’s power well, shut his mouth and went into the operation barracks.

A small, locally built, mud-brick house.

But Ahn was different.

“Oh, nice… … ?”

Kang-tae, who entered last, looked around in admiration.

Unlike the exterior brick design, the interior was a state-of-the-art command and control room equipped with monitors running generators and various electronic equipment.

A place on a different level from the command building of the Congolese Army.

After watching it, Kangtae shook his head as if satisfied.

‘… Yes, this is right.’