Park Soohong,

Park Soohong, the youngest of the Gentiles, was almost crying. It was not a flock either. The battlefield where they had to take their lives for those who had a peaceful life was indeed fear itself.

I hope you do. The cavalry was usually kept in place, but not crowded.
Right. I think the cavalry is so expensive that it does not roll over.

But why do arrows come to the wrong place? Instead of answering the question, Kim Ji-hyeon kept his mouth shut.

Damn it. Why did I fall asleep like this!

He had to build up a ball and grow up to be an intermediate-level doctor. He was ashamed of seeing his face. He watched the confused face and he sighed.

What about the others?

생각을 존중해

Well, if you think so.

Although I could not understand, Clark honored his thoughts. And I made one more suggestion.

But you can not hide forever. Because the battlefield does not know when and where something will happen.
I know.

Kim Sun-hyuk also knew. In order to pay off the debt of the nominal contribution, a ball had to be built on the battlefield. However, the battlefield was not the place to hide the power of his own fledgling. He knew my mind loosely, so his head hurt.

If you can not hide it anyway, why do not you talk to someone who has the power to cover it up and ask for help?

What the hell are you?

Hansen, who had been drunk with a bottle, woke up banging the table.

Yeah?
What the hell are you? What about all the Gentiles? originally?

Hansen's question, which can not be said, was a mess. But rather, it was able to express the feelings of the complicated cavalrymen well.

men and horses. Even if we have a horse since we were born, it is not crazy. But what the hell are you!

In Hansen's laughing sound, I felt the relative deprivation and the vanity. It was also a word that contained the antipathy towards the Gentiles who grew and grew so easily.