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The weapons and maintenance teams were still busily adjusting the weapons of his aircraft when Park Seung-Yong climbed the ladder to the cockpit.
Park Seung-Young put on his helmet and lowered the canopy. Afterward, he looked out, feeling like he was about to go crazy with frustration.
“Thirty minutes. Our allies are in danger. Please.”
He didn’t have to radio his sentiments. The weapons and the maintenance teams wouldn’t slack off in this situation anyway. Still, considering the distance, he wanted to get every second he could get.
‘Please!’
Park Seung-Young knew better than anyone how terrifying a fighter jet could be to ground troops.
Soon, the weapons team moved away from the aircraft. The ladder was removed as well.
Clunk.
Looking to his left, he found the chief of the maintenance team giving him a thumbs-up.
‘Please protect the skies of South Korea!’
They had exchanged the same gesture countless times in training and on emergency dispatches.
Urrrrrng.
As the jets whirred awake, seemingly raring to take off, Park Seung-Yong raised his left hand and gave a thumbs-up as well.
‘Believe in us!’
The chief of the maintenance team pointed forward with his index and middle fingers.
Whoooooosh!
The fighter jets took off without a hitch.
***
Chk.
“There’s a cave a hundred and fifty meters ahead!” Nam Il-Gyu radioed in.
Kang Chan didn’t expect the DMZ team to be able to scout that far ahead.
Chk.
“DMZ team! Lead the men there!”
Taking care to speak politely to his elders at a time like this was ridiculous.
Chk.
“Positioning the men.”
They didn’t have time to think about whether the cave was too high up or how deep it was. For now, they could only hope for a place to hide, preferably one where the enemies couldn’t see the entrance from above.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Kang Chan rushed out. Gérard,...
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