"What? Are you mad at me?"
"No… I'm sorry…"."
"G, Are you supposed to be serious with your boss?" What? Are you kidding me?
The slightly frightened, muscular sergeant deliberately vented his anger.
"I'm sorry. I'll correct it."
"Don't mess with the goblin, okay?"
"I will correct it."
"I don't know if it's because I inherited the trash ID from my parents, but your baby is really, huh?"
Grabbing it.
Park Jin-sung grabbed the muscular sergeant's shoulder with his left hand.
He was a much more overwhelming sergeant, but he could not easily shake off Park Jin-sung. There was
even a little strange noise from the shoulders that were held.
"...."
"You, you! Don't you let go of this?" Did you just touch the sergeant?! You're only a trainee!"
"...."
"Go, how dare you touch your boss?" Joe, let it go when you say good things! What?!"
"…there's something on my shoulder."
Park Jin-sung said with his head down.
"You punk! Really!" [A pair of shields!]
[A huge shield made of one pair]
World Soul Rating System : C
Overall combat capability: B
A muscular sergeant summoned two huge iron shields, one in both hands.
The shield was huge enough to cover the entire body of a muscular sergeant. It was a majesty that didn't even
look at skinny people like Park Jin-sung.
"…Sgt, you brought up the idea first."
"Grade F! You're behind today!"
"[Dagger]"
[A short sword]
World Soul Rating System : F
Overall combat capability: F(?)
The shield of the muscular sergeant drew a very pleasant movement, unlike the shield. They attacked Park
Jin-sung from both sides as if they were trying to crush him at once.
However, the slim dagger was a little faster than the reliable shield.
"Left and right lumbar arteries, two abdominal aorta, superior mesenteric artery, renal artery, abdominal
cavity artery, coronary artery, left and right upper arm artery, total carotid artery."
Starting with both wrists, six shots on the body. And through the armpits to the neck.
A total of 11 cuts hit the muscular sergeant.
every inch of the earth
The muscular sergeant's top was presented with cool cuts. It was not so noticeable if I stayed still because I
cut it so sharply.
"Ugh! You're a class F...!"
Of course, I couldn't even cut myself. But rather, it meant a deeper difference in skills
"Haha."
No matter how muscular the sergeant was to the brain, he was not stupid enough to not know the gap.
It was a ridiculous dagger.
More than using daggers as hands and feet.
The muscular sergeant was a young man struggling in the deep sea, and the F-class in front of him was a
giant monster with his mouth wide open from the bottom. "Oh, my." The sergeant, who had been imagining it, felt a little numb.
If Sergeant was the real enemy... Accurately, knife-cutting aimed only at the vitals would have destroyed the
sergeant without a single failure. "Ugh. My, my." The sergeant, who was slightly panicked, stood like a home appliance with no battery.
"There were about 11 arteries in the upper body."
"…what?"
"Hehe. You've already died eleven times."
"That can't be... That's impossible.. How dare you, you skinny punk!"
The muscular sergeant tried to drown out panic and shame with anger.
In fact, even the sergeant of Haeundae's 3rd Company did not see how much the dagger moved. There were
also soldiers who didn't even know they attacked at all.
"Crazy! A muscular sergeant brought up Idea! Are you really trying to educate F-levels?"
"But why is it still and stopped
"Huh? Didn't Grade F attack you first?""
The other soldiers watched the two with interest. There was no rule that the idea should not be used or that it
should be stopped.
"Humph. He overwhelmed that fat muscle with just his physical ability."'
I even saw Kim Se-yeon stab her in the torso, but I couldn't confirm the attack from the armpit.
Every single one of them was a deadly assault.
The muscular sergeant who took those shots in a lower position than himself would be dumbfounded.
"You've been in the nurse's office for a month! "Grade F!"
"Hmmm. Then the sergeant will be in the dock. Will that be okay?"
The muscular sergeant gathered the shield and took the posture of hitting it with all his might. The intention
was clearly visible, but the power will be outstanding.
"I'll tell you the soul gap!"
Park Jin-sung's victory was already a landslide. However, muscular sergeant was overwhelmingly
advantageous if it was overpowering in a state that could not be killed.
a difference in pure ideology
Thin daggers cannot stop those heavy shields.
"Keez! Know your subject and stay in bed!"
[Screaming]
Shields as large as iron doors and modest daggers were bumped like a knife.
"Sgt… why don't you go eat now?"
"Oh, what's wrong with this?"
Standing tall.
The shields that should have crushed Park Jin-sung stopped in the air. At least that was the case for a
muscular sergeant.
These big shields can only pierce a dagger?
Park Jin-sung prevented the muscular sergeant from hitting both hands with only one hand muscle strength.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
The muscular sergeant couldn't believe the reality revealed before his eyes. To deny the reality to the fullest,
he hit Park Jin-sung's left arm with a shield held in his right hand.
"Training soldiers! Dangerous!"
(Singing "Bam!
It was already late when Kim Se-yeon shouted. A sound that should not be heard from people rang
throughout the cafeteria.
The harmony between Park Jin-sung's left arm and shield.
Once again, it was so powerful that the hall was cold.
"Hahaha! What do you think? My strength!!"
"Ha ha. Sergeant...."
"Oh? I guess your mouth survived somehow" Let's go see a doctor."
"That's enough."
As the muscular sergeant cleared the shield, there was an F-class two-time champion smiling brightly.
His left arm, which was hit by the shield, also looked fine without much damage.
Only the worn-out uniform of Park Jin-sung informed the power of the shield.
"How do you do that?"
"Kim Seyeon, SangBam, we have to go eat now." The cafeteria will close now."
Everyone except Park Jin-sung was reluctant to open their mouths.
Park Jin-sung's arm muscles revealed through the cracks in his torn combat uniform.
Muscles heated by a few sums looked tougher than ever. It seemed to have compressed the muscle fibers to
the extreme, extreme, extreme.
Even a muscular sergeant had to erase the title of muscular in front of Park Jin-sung's muscles.
'It wasn't like that when I grabbed his shoulder. How strong and flexible are your muscles....'
"Partial dam? Why are you staring at me so blankly? Go ahead and take the lead."
Park Jin-sung, who regained his laughter again, pushed Kim Se-yeon, who was in shock.
"Hey! Hey, hey! "Grade F!"
A muscular sergeant who lost his fighting spirit called Park Jin-sung vainly.
Because he had no courage to follow, he couldn't chase Park Jin-sung's hard-looking back.
* * *
"Partial dam."
"Why?"
After the meal, all the platoon members had to groom the military commander.
an inefficient flower of military life
It is a green bag with a metal frame. Although it is that strong, it boasts a weight of 20 kilograms just with its
pure frame.
As Idea changed to full strength, the sole military commander such as bulletproof helmets, bullet bands, and
bullet points disappeared.
Still, if you put water bottles, rice bowls, blankets, and gas masks in the military commander, the weight was
still heavy.
About 30 to 40 kilograms?
"Partial dam, part dam."
"Why?"
You have to carry 40 kilograms of luggage and walk several kilometers at a time. Even in this era when
transportation is extremely developed.
Since the mid-term performance evaluation in the first half of the year was completed, only this mid-term
exam was left.
Perhaps many of the crew's performance will be determined by the marching course and other training.
"Partial dams, part dams, part dams."
"Why do you keep calling me unnecessarily?" I'm going to hit you
"The kids keep looking at the partial dam."
"Huh. Is that once or twice? I'll never know a kid like you, but it's a routine for me."
"Don't hit me. Oh, and the partial dam just now was really bad."
"Sigh. So why, are you jealous of others looking at me?"
"Jealousy? What kind of a fool is that?"
"...."
Kim Se-yeon's mouth was tightly closed by such a pure answer.
"It's because I look at him more often than usual. What else did we do?"
"It's not us, it's you, man. And this time, I'm not looking at me, I'm looking at you. Do you understand? Park
Jin-sung's training, training, illness
"Huh? Do you mean me?" Hehe. Am I that handsome?
"You're totally out of touch with society, aren't you? Sigh. Me too. It's going to be a lot of trouble if you're
going to have a son-
"Why would I have to take my son-in-law? I'd rather have a wife-in-law, and my parents aren't there
anyway."
"I'm sorry… Don't take such a lonely word for granted because it's my fault…"."
Kim Se-yeon, who received an unexpected blow, covered her face with her hand.
As Kim Se-yeon said, about 70 percent of the attention was directed at Park Jin-sung. Of course, 30 percent
of them are just glancing at Kim Se-yeon.
What happened in front of the cafeteria had spread much faster than expected.
"Park Jin-sung survived after touching a muscular sergeant."
"That dirty sergeant?"
"I heard your arm muscles were amazing"
Since he had already changed into the remaining combat uniforms, he was moderately fine in appearance.
Muscle sergeant was famous for his good physicality and size within the battalion.
"He overpowered a man like that? I heard you took out IDEA, too Didn't the sergeant let you off the hook
because you were in front of people?"
Whispering. The surroundings continued to be noisy.
"Oh, my eyes are so hot."
"By the way, Jinseong, you decided not to act anymore?"
"Oh, no. I don't think I'm going to turn my eyes off."
"Don't you know why they don't touch you these days?"
"Isn't it because you went around with a partial dam?"
"It's because you've changed, you idiot."
"But a partial dam."
"Why?"
Suddenly, Park Jin-sung had a very serious look.
"You know that muscular sergeant?"
"Why, are you suddenly worried that you touched the sergeant? You have a strong back, Sergeant Ahn Sungho. Don't worry too much. If it's the case, too.."
"Do you think Sergeant Muscle will compensate for my combat uniform?"
"...."
Let's not talk.
The word "worry" is a waste for those who are suffering from middle school 2nd grade syndrome.
"Why are you silent, partial dam. Hurry up and say it out loud. If you don't reward me, I won't! If you do it,
I'll do it!"
"Crying. Please be quiet."
"But a partial dam."
"And what, why, but, so, what?"
"Are you not curious about J.D.A.?"
For Kim Se-yeon, today was a day when she often lost her words. Park Jin-sung hit so hard that the hand that
was packing the military uniform stopped.
"Hmph... I'm not that curious."
"If it's a partial dam, you can explain everything."
"Hey, you shouldn't say that to other girls. Okay? I held it in, if it were another woman, I'd move on right
away."
I told Sergeant Ahn everything. Oh, not everything?"
"What? You told Sergeant Ahn Sung-ho?" Do you want to die?! Why don't you tell me? I'll give you
everything I didn't have before I just hit you!"
Byun Ki-young, who was watching Park Jin-sung from behind, also listened quietly.
After the war, Byun Ki-young could not easily deal with Park Jin-sung.
'It's a waste....'
At that time, I first felt the pressure of the flesh toward me, that I might die soon.
In the eyes of Byun Ki-young, it was none other than Park Jin-sung who kicked out Kim Il-jung at that time.
In addition, Kim Il-jung, who is second in the plague, left with a nuance that Park Jin-sung is dangerous.
"Chat. How did this happen?"'
Park Jin-sung in Byun Ki-young's head was still class F waste. However, since the level of radioactive waste
has risen, only the thought of touching it hastily disappeared.
Enemy against waste remains the same. However, let's watch the timing when we can trample on it.
Damn it, until it's clear.'
Therefore, he did not mention Park Jin-sung to the media on purpose. You can't lose social benefits to waste.
"Hehe. I have a lot of eyes, so I'll let you know when it's just the two of us."
"Hey, don't say that in front of another woman. I'm the only one who can bear it. Do you understand?"
Kim Se-yeon and Park Jin-sung have finished organizing the military commander.
There were also platoon members who airlifted paper boxes to reduce the weight of the military commander.
If you put the box in a pretty way instead of the items, it has an FM (field manual), that is, a field crime
effect.
FM really means that you did it properly, steadily, in your textbook.
Park Jin-sung has set up a military uniform that is more than FM for physical training.
"But where is the partial dam, the march destination?"
"Huh? You didn't hear me?" It's a shortstop."
"…the guerrilla zone?"
When Park Jin-sung tried to sneak out the blanket from the military,
Tough. Kim Seyeon caught it and blocked it.