The Front Line Page #3

My home,

my sweet home...

Before a bowl of water...

mom prays for my safety.

Her shining gray hair

brings tears to my eyes.

Get up!

Up!

Turn the lights on!

Get the hell up!

Get up!

Come on!

Listen.

They took Aerok Hill back.

Get your gear and standby.

AA guns?

AA guns!

Can't even last a day.

He shits, and we clean it up?

This is bullshit.

If he doesn't know sh*t,

he should listen.

This was unthinkable back in 1941.

We had 2 principles.

Minimum activities and maximum focus.

A chatterbox got killed first, right?

Shut up, funny boy.

We're wide open.

If Two Seconds sees us...

At least one will die.

What's Two Seconds?

If you know too much,

you'd be too scared.

You'll find out soon.

Look! After the combat,

write me the lyrics to that song.

Okay.

If you don't get killed today.

Machine guns.

AA guns.

That b*tch is still alive.

They're digging foxholes,

expanding the defense line.

This is a piece of cake.

They're reserves.

I can't see past the hill.

Let's shoot and see.

If they have more men over that hill?

We'll be trapped like rats.

We have their uniform, right?

Yes.

Comrade!

Comrade!

Why didn't you answer the radio?

I've been calling you from there.

What?

A radio?

Nobody radioed, right?

No, sir.

Are you sure it's not broken?

Where'd you get those boots?

What's your unit?

Get this a**hole!

Man-seok?

Got them.

Move it!

One the ground, f***ers!

We heard the gunfire.

What's going on?

Answer it.

Do you copy?

Tell him it was an accident.

It was an accident, sir.

A volley fire always works!

Radio HQ.

Dragonfly 2, you're good to go.

We've been hit!

F***!

We're moving to 0-2-4.

Blow it.

What are you doing?

If we let them live now,

they'll kill us later.

Move to 0-2-4!

Hurry, sir.

Damn it!

They're back!

After the air strike,

move to the trench

before they come out of the foxhole.

What the f***!

Cry and I'll kill you!

To the trench!

Move it!

Medic!

To the trench!

To the trench!

We need to take out that gun.

Let's just f***ing charge!

He's too far.

Grenades will fall

- What?

- Get your grenades.

What are you doing?

I can't let you.

If they fall short, I die.

Sh*t!

On my mark!

Now!

I can't see him.

He made it!

Charge!

F***ing commies!

Too late to turn back.

We gotta get up there.

I will lead.

Go!

Keep going!

F***.

Motherfuckers!

Eating corn power

and hiding out like rats!

- Put your hands up.

- Don't kill me.

It's a white flag!

Ceasefire!

Cruit.

You okay?

It's okay.

He looked younger than me.

It's kill or get killed.

Right?

Let's go.

Damn, I almost peed my pants.

Damn Yankees,

they destroyed everything.

It'll take forever to restore this.

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