General, die at dawn. The morning of January 30, 1956. Until his wife (Sangwon) entered the room, Director Kim Chang-ryong fell asleep without knowing the world. It was because I couldn't sleep the whole time, but I fell asleep because I was tired around 1 a.m. "What time is it now?" Kim Chang-ryong hurriedly sat up and asked his wife. "It's already almost 7 o'clock..." "This is too late!" Kim Chang-ryong hurriedly prepared for work. "You should shave a little and go out." He washed his face half-asleep. Already outside, there was a jeep dedicated to the commander of the special affairs unit waiting for the owner to come out. Hall 535 with an emergency light on a black hard top. Kim Chang-ryong, wearing a bunch of documents under his armpits, headed to Seodaemun while looking at his watches. After leaving the gate, there was an 18-step natural stone staircase, and a jeep was waiting on a sloping spot just below it. When Kim Chang-ryong put himself on the jeep, it was already past 7 o'clock. The morning of Wonhyo-ro 1-ga was quiet. It was a chilly weather where the cold wind permeated the end of the sleeves. It was foggy on this day, too. Gwan 535 began to slide down the alley. Kim Chang-ryong turned his head and looked toward the gate of his house. Mansak's wife was waving there. Kim Chang-ryong also waved his hands. Gwan 535 inadvertently went through the fog and slowed down near the three-way intersection. The driver found an obstacle. It was a jeep. A packaged jeep standing in the way. The coffin 535 kept ringing Clarkson. But why is this happening? Isn't the packaged jeep not thinking of moving? Gwan No. 535 had to make a sudden stop at about 3m in front of the obstacle. "What's that car?" Kim Chang-ryong finally got angry. Then, I lowered the car window. I put my head out a little. At that moment, a gunman in military uniform suddenly rushed from behind Jeonju, which was standing in front of him. "What's wrong with you"? In line with Kim Chang-ryong's single-word sound, five gunshots continued to break the foggy morning silence. The time is around 7:30, and the location is only 120m away from Kim Chang-ryong's home, on the street in front of Jahye Hospital, 12-1 Wonhyo-ro 1-ga. Of the two and five bullets, three were hit by Kim Chang-ryong, and the other two caused penetration injuries to driver Park Dae-bok. Kim Chang-ryong was already losing his body temperature while collapsing in front of the jeep, and Park Dae-bok was hiding in the corner of the alley with a wounded body. I think it's been 4 or 5 minutes? Jang Jae-myung, a civil official of the special forces division, heard the gunfire and ran to hug Kim Chang-ryong. The commander, the commander, and the commander shouted as if crying, but Kim Chang-ryong was already silent. Then Sergeant Park Dae-bok, who was evacuating, ran with a pistol in his left hand. He climbed up to the back seat and helped Kim Chang-ryong, and Jang Jae-myung turned the steering wheel. The government building 535 ran super-fast to Seodaemun Red Cross Hospital. It's 7:50pm. "Ring, ring." "The unit leader?" The headquarters of the Special Forces turned upside down as if they were hives after hearing untimely sad news. I didn't know what to do. Some of the staff ran to Seodaemun Red Cross Hospital and some to Wonhyo-ro. In addition, Kim Chang-ryong's house was in chaos when he received news of his accident and a phone call that he seemed to have been injured. (If it's an injury, I'm glad it's a misfortune...) Do Sang-won was half out of his mind while masturbating like this. With her husband's clothes on her back, she hurriedly headed to the Red Cross Hospital with her youngest daughter on her back. It was hard to tell whether she was going through the air or stepping on the ground. I couldn't see anything in my eyes. However, only the sight of her husband, who looked back and waved in the jeep on his way to work a while ago, was full of vision. Around this time, President Syngman Rhee heard the news while sitting on the sofa in his pajamas holding milk. It was Kwak Young-joo, a bodyguard, who delivered the news. "Your Highness, I have something to report urgently." It was past eight o'clock. "Your Highness, Major General Kim Chang-ryong, the Army's special forces commander, was just shot." "What?" President Syngman Rhee put the milk glass he was holding down powerlessly on the table. That hand is shaking. "Dead?" "Life and death are still unknown." "Um!" President Syngman Rhee pointed his forehead with his right hand. (Your Highness, who would try to kill a soldier like me if he wasn't a communist?) The jurisdiction has already dedicated everything to the country and his Excellency. What is glorious like a soldier dying for the country....) President Syngman Rhee suddenly remembered what Kim Chang-ryong was saying, but soon shook his head. "Which hospital is it?" "Yes, I think it's the Red Cross Hospital." "I'll go." At this time, the hospital has already confirmed General Kim Chang-ryong's death. The 37-year-old two-star general, who had created all kinds of myths, eventually died. He turned into a cold body and was wrapped in hanbok worn by his wife crying and loaded on a stretcher. The stretcher was put back in an ambulance and left the Red Cross Hospital. The ambulance slowly slipped toward the special forces. At 9 a.m., the remains of Kim Chang-ryong were enshrined in the commander's office of the special affairs unit, which was his office during his lifetime. The remains lying on top of two desks were covered with military blankets. The summer curtain fastened to the electric cord served as a tent across the middle. It was a little after 9 o'clock that the presidential ministry appeared at the headquarters of the special affairs unit in Okin-dong. That's what happened while looking for the wrong place. President Syngman Rhee entered the unit commander's office with a gloomy look. Francesca, bodyguard Kwak Young-joo, and senior superintendent Seo Jeong-hak followed in turn. President Syngman Rhee lifted the blanket silently when he reached the front of the remains. "Hmm!" That was terrible. President Syngman Rhee looked very distressed. "General Kim, for the sake of the country..." The end of the sentence was blurred. As he managed to calm himself down, he closed his eyes and stood for a while before coming out of the tent. Many people stood holding their breath. Many outstanding people in uniform. Rhee asked president is for them. "Who is the bereaved families and families?" " to bereaved families, please come forward." gwagyeongju is a track is backed by the young country, feces and Rhee stepped in front of the president. "How many children?" Rhee asked the president. In ballast, and I was overcome with grief, however, could not be opened. Francesca was stroking her hair in a child on his back. "these people ..." Rhee watched gwagyeongju are president. "Take good care of." towards the people in uniform and asked, "junior someone here?". Rhee is Colonel young gentleman type for a short one president stepped forward and attention and saluted. "Colonel and his wife captain jeongintaek." said General Kim here for the country dead. Everyone is sad and catch the criminal not to mention the morning. You catch the criminal had to take responsibility doemneda. " "I will surely catch the criminal, nee." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- the author of 20 years after its liberation, gimgyosik's book. North Korea's aggression angry at the doors and the novel, and the type of electricity, but (commented Kojima Noboru's book as) But except for what there is no modern history that tilt And on one side so only as relevant. So to. Now, some questions have been resolved, but... The original text says, "What is this bird x, what is it?" before Kim Chang-ryong was shot, but it is a taboo word.-,-;;
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