Intense heat gradually rose up from the ground.0

Click, click.0

With every step, the sounds of their guns, the magazines in their vests, and the pistols in their holsters announced their presence.0

Kang Chan took off his helmet and hung it on his left shoulder. He then pulled out his bandana, wrapping it around his forehead before tying it back. The others, including Seok Kang-Ho and Gerard, followed suit. Gerard and a few other French soldiers also put on sunglasses. However, it was not to look coo;. White people simply tended to struggle against the rays of the sun.1

They had walked for about an hour. The Somali were still singing their songs, not looking particularly tired. The soldiers were also doing well, which was to be expected. If walking this much was enough to tire them out, Kang Chan would have questioned whether or not they were qualified to be in the special forces.0

He probably should check if anyone was hurt, though.0

Should we take a short break?0

Kang Chan looked at their surroundings. He had intentionally chosen a route that was a good distance away from the mountain. This way, if someone was lying in ambush for them, they at least wouldn’t be gunned down in one fell swoop. It would also give them some more time to dodge if an RPG was fired at them.0

He still felt a bit uneasy, but his heart wasn’t racing to warn him.0

They marched on for about ten more minutes. When Kang Chan heard a slight change in the enthusiasm of the Somali songs, he raised his hand, signaling the procession to stop.0

“Give the Somalis some water! We’ll be taking five!” Kang Chan commanded.0

The army interpreter quickly relayed Kang Chan’s orders to the Korean soldiers. At the same time, the vehicles...0