It was a car called Letonara. The model of the car belonged to a very high class.
The number 1301 was written under Letona's right headlight.
The group number of the Haeundae Special Education Battalion is 13. It means the first vehicle the 13th
Army has.
"Oh, it's the first battalion car. The principal is here."
"Why did you come all the way here?"
Battalion No. 1 Letona slowed down right next to Kim Se-yeon.
A descending window, and a well-defined face.
"Sigh... Feel! Win!"
"Victory. You've done a great job."
Kim Se-yeon saluted the principal as she continued her march. The appearance of only the head turning was
typical of a soldier who was apparently angular.
The principal looked very pleased. Elites like Kim Se-yeon are lovely even if they are allowed to swim in the
snow. On the other hand.
"Hehe. I'm done with mint chocolate"
"...."
Idea level F and overall combat capability level F.
Thanks to Kim Se-yeon, look at that leech that barely sticks to the generation.
lose one's nerve to look at from a distance It smells like maggots.
Look, look at him How dare you be released in front of this battalion commander!'
Originally, Kim Se-yeon saluted as a representative of the 10th platoon, so it didn't matter much.
But when I saw that poor-looking F-class guy, I was furious. How dare you not be nervous in front of the
battalion commander?
"Ah, ah. From now on, the battalion commander will spread it."
The principal grabbed the speaker built into the retona.
"Hey, that's not fair."
"What's wrong with you? I'm not going to eat chocolate anymore."
"Hide well next to me so that the captain can't see you."
"Huh? Is something wrong?"
The principal, who wanted to show that he was a battalion commander, spat heavily on the speaker.
There is a lot of trouble between the marches. The battalion commander will take a 10-minute break from the
current time and conduct a military inspection himself."
"Last money! Hide properly!"
"Oh, what did I do wrong? "Is it the only crime of forcing yourself to eat mint chocolate?"
The principal didn't take a long way to inspect the military commander.
Behind Kim Se-yeon, who has a firm expression, behind Kim Se-yeon, who is long for a woman, she is
forced to hide under a difficult subject.
The principal, who got off at Letona, approached Park Jin-sung, who had a bad eye.
"Hmm. Are you the famous Park Jin-sung trainee?"
"Fil! Yes! 2nd Squadron, 10th Squadron, 3rd Squadron!" Trainee! Park! Jin! Last Name!"
"I like the salute. Is it worth marching?"
"Yeah! That's right!" I! Tongue! I'm not tired!
Looking closely, it was even more annoying Park Jin-sung. It was the first time I saw him in person, but he
was a cheeky guy every second.
"We don't need half a penny like this in our generation.'
I remembered the time I met with aide Lee Shin before, so I was just annoyed for no reason.
"May I see you, sir?"
"You mean the old commander?!"
Park Jin-sung's expression became subtle. Bingo.
I got you. You're a trainee. How dare you start with your first big training?
"Why, did you hear something you shouldn't show the battalion commander?"
"Oh, no!"
"Opens the military commander, enforcement."
"Let's go, let'"
"Sigh..."
Kim Se-yeon, who was watching from the side, sighed deeply. Sure enough. The principal was not on Park's
side either.
with a curtsey
Park Jin-sung slowly opened the military command.
Not only the 9th platoon members in front but also the defectors in the back watched the scene holding their
breath.
When the snack comes out, it's over. Because of the atmosphere, he is likely to make a big tackle on even one
Choco Pie.
If there's a box in place of military supplies....
"Hmm? Is this...?!"
"Hey! What the heck!"
"Hehe."
Fortunately, there were no snacks and no boxes. only,
"F, Trainee Park Jin-sung? Why the Iron Man...."
"Yes, sir! I put it in for a better training!"
An iron ball, proudly written as 10 kilograms, was peeped in the military commander.
Those who were trembling with tension were each going crazy to read the principal's expression. The future
quality of the march will be determined by the direction of that expression.
Who the hell is he?'
However, the principal looked at the iron ball with an expression that he didn't even know himself.
Kim Se-yeon, who couldn't stand it, held Park Jin-sung by the collar and spoke enthusiastically.
"You're such an undeniable loser, aren't you?" Hey, you crazy punk!
"Oh, my! Please get rid of the crazy one!"
"You were going to take out even one blanket that you had to put in two sheets. What?! "What?"
"Hehe. It was because it was light when I wore a military uniform."
Except for the random ironwork, the military commander was very perfect. There were even traces of
trimming the rusty military frame.
In fact, the iron ball deserved praise from the perspective of training. If it weren't for Park Jin-sung, he might
have won a big prize right away.
"Hmmm. Bar, Park Jinseong trainee?"
Trainee! Park! Jin! (Singing "Wow!
But the opponent was the principal. Like many other characters, he has long recognized Park Jin-sung as a
bugger.
"If I could carry this much iron ball. Can't you do something bigger for the missing comrades?"
"I don't know what you're talking about!"
The principal pointed to the ambulance in front of the battalion's No.
Inside the wide open ambulance trunk, the battalion's leading beauty doctor,
"It's a comrade missing from the parade. I want you to carry another captain."
There were a lot of soldiers rolling around who didn't know their owners. "Oh, my..."
"Ha. You can be a trainee
The defectors behind the 10th platoon were already fully recovered. They were on a forced march again with
their generals on their shoulders.
In other words, the military chiefs in the ambulance are not the missing comrades.
'Well, it's all for the executives.'
Kim Se-yeon desperately held onto her expression. If I missed any facial muscles, I thought a catastrophe
would occur.
My chin!
When Park Jin-sung entered the ambulance, a little familiar beauty greeted him. Instead of handing over a
heavy military commander, Yang grabbed Park Jin-sung and pulled him inside.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I don't have much power on the outside."
"Hehe. It's all right."
"Jinseong, if you don't mind, I'll give you my military commander. There's not much inside."
"If you get caught, the nurse will scold you for no reason. You can give me the heaviest one. Since I'm doing
it, I'm going to be overworked properly."
"Oh…then I'm in trouble because I have more work to do. I know how strong Jinseong is, but...."
Park Jin-sung picked the military commander who looked the heaviest and showed it to the principal.
"Principal, is this enough?"
"You should call me a battalion commander, trainee"
"I'm really sorry, but can't you take out your sleeping bag? I can't see well because of the sleeping bag when I
carry the military commander back and forth."
"Huhuhuhuhuhuhuh. I'll try to stay strong for my comrades."
"…Hmmm. I'll make it happen."
Park Jin-sung took out the sleeping bags on the military uniform and held them in one hand.
Carry your own military commander in the back, and carry your own military commander in the front, if you
don't know. A total of 90 kilograms of weight pressured Park Jin-sung under the auspices of gravity.
Kim Se-yeon looked very worried at her unconventional appearance.
"Hey, are you really okay with that??"
"Oh, no. I can't believe this? We're ready to go."
"...."
Only the innocent principal's shoulders stiffened as he didn't change a single expression.
Others who watched Park Jin-sung felt similar to the principal.
The executives, including Mr. Yang, were quite rightly surprised, and the crew carrying the same military
commander could not speak. "Crazy..."
"Is that a person?"
On the high-slope mountain road, the military commander was carried back and forth and even held a
sleeping bag in both hands. But what's with that steady posture?
In this environment, it will be difficult to balance even if the military commander is empty. However, Park
Jin-sung looked calm as if he was weightless here.
"Shall we go?"
The only part of the wriggling muscles that is not covered by clothes, the back of the hand.
The back of the hand alone does not tell how disciplined the person is.
However, those stone fists holding sleeping bags were beyond the level of looking solid. It had a texture that
would not be inferior to other metals.
"That guy! What's with the fist?'
The principal, who had a gaping jaw for a while, spat out his words throughout the winter.
"Fist, what do you mean? No. Uh, uh, so, Park Jin-sung's trainee?
"Yes! Trainee! Park! Jin!" Last Name!"
"Well, I, um, you know, do you... Isn't it heavy?"
"It's heavy! I can feel the hearts of my comrades who couldn't train!"
Lunatic.
Everyone who heard Park Jin-sung's answer thought so.
The march, which had been delayed for a long time due to Park Jin-sung, began to move again.
Battalion No. 1 and an ambulance slowly moved close by platoon 10. To be exact, it was close to Park Jinsung's coverage.
The battalion's first car was only looking forward to the timing when Park Jin-sung would fall, and the
ambulance was anxious that Park Jin-sung might be injured.
"Hey... what a shame. Are you really okay?
"What do you mean?"
"No, that's enough. I think it's still okay."
Only Kim Se-yeon, who is right next to her, felt that this was the beginning of the legend.
Legendary legend that no one will ever see.
Two 40-kilogram military uniforms, a 10-kilogram metal ball, and both hands are not free because of
sleeping bags.
You still have to walk another 50 minutes to get off the mountain road of hell.
"Hehe."
"...."
Kim Se-yeon shuddered at the sound of a small laugh.
* * *
Unfortunately, the word elite is always relative. This is because among the numerous elites, there are elites
that exist above them again.
Haeundae Special Education Battalion, 3rd Squadron, 1st Squadron, 1st Squadron.
The elite showing a clear difference among the sergeant considered the greatest generation.
The 1st Squadron of the 3rd Squadron 1st Squadron was a monstrous group of elites, entertainers of
celebrities, and simply impossible to measure the depth and height. Even the platoon leader and other
teachers in charge were unable to teach hastily. "Well." Led by Sergeant Ahn Sung-ho, the squad leader, Joo-ye, the partial captain, has already exceeded the level of
students. As soon as the restriction on minors was lifted, it was an immediate force to be deployed to the front
line. The nine squad members underneath also boasted formidable combat capabilities. The cooperative
performance they showed was judged to be A 급-class overall combat ability.
"Will it come soon?"
A-class squadron leader, B-class sub-captain, and A-class squad members.
Headhunters from all over the country have made all kinds of eye contact with this small platoon.
The strongest line-up of the battalion was established even before the Magic Squad of the 2nd Battalion, 10th
Platoon appeared.
"Shall I get ready to greet you?""
The very 3rd Battalion 1st Squadron 1st Squadron was assigned the role of a guerrilla assistant as the
representative of the battalion. During the next four nights and five days of guerrilla training, the authority of
the executive or higher will be delegated.
The assistants had already completed their training at the shortstop. For as long as two weeks, I rolled around
day and night on the training ground.
A red combat cap with eagle wings and similar decorations, a red training suit with RANGER written on its
back, and a black whistle with a white string.
Equipped with all the equipment, they were already born rangers.
"It's coming."
There was only one black person among ten red people.
The black combat cap and the black assistant uniform were men.
Sergeant Ahn Sung-ho was originally playing the role of an instructor, which was supposed to be played by
an executive. It was quite unusual for a soldier, but considering his ability, it was understandable.
No battalion cadres outnumbered Sergeant Ahn Sung-ho at the moment.
The guerrilla was literally located at the top of the mountain, at the end of the mountain path of hell.
Along the mountainous road seen from the guerrilla field, a group of second lieutenants emerged climbing
like ants. The chief monk, who was still watching the second squadron, asked Ahn Sung-ho, an instructor
"The squad leader, no, the instructor. Who do you think is the most valuable crew there? Kim Seyeon? Or
Byun Kiyoung?
Of course, he is a trainee of Park Jin-sung. I'll get the training number by class, so I'll be 367 soon."
"I've seen him recently during CBR training. I've met him in battle before. My mental strength was
commendable, but I don't know the other parts yet."
Park Jin-sung survived the plague. Isn't that worth enough?"
"That's Kim Seyeon..."."
"Masterly."
Ahn Sung-ho's gaze, which covered his eyes with a combat cap, slowly turned to Juye. The creeping pressure
embarrassed Juye.
It's this. This gap was absolutely something that the main artist could not cross Ahn Sung-ho.
"The instructor... what's the point of your admitting him so much? Why is my opinion ignored only by Park
Jin-sung? Simply in the same club? Or does that mean he's worth more than I am, the first part of the third
platoon?"
"…high."
"What..."
"The value of Park Jin-sung is higher than that of the entire 3rd company and 1st platoon combined."
"What kind of nonsense is that?"
Ahn Sung-ho slowly turned his eyes toward the march again.
"This guerrilla drill will be Park Jin-sung's solo stage, Juye. If you want to surpass me, you'd better check the
value of Park Jin-sung first. This is advice."