Chapter 58 I Can Fight
The main economic pillars of Gambia are agriculture, fisheries and tourism, but the country's land area is too small, and these economic products cannot meet the needs of more than one million people. Therefore, the country has to rely to a large extent on assistance from other countries to survive.
The excuse given by diplomats for establishing diplomatic relations with Taiwan was that they could ask Taiwan for money and Taiwan would be their big brother.
Gambia once said that if a war breaks out in the Taiwan Strait, they will not hesitate to send 1,000 elite Marines to attack Chinese coastal cities, and that only 1,000 Marines are needed to contain the war in the Taiwan Strait.
It is poor, as poor as you can imagine, plunder is everywhere, and peace is only on the surface.
"Warriors, do you want to live a good life?" Omo stood at the entrance of the village and shouted at the villagers in a hoarse voice.
Yes! Everyone wants to live a good life with enough food to eat, and this can be seen from the eager eyes of the villagers.
After what happened just now, the villagers have firmly believed that these people will bring them bread, money and fill their stomachs.
Especially Buku, after he became rich, he boasted in the village about how good Zhao Ziyang and his friends were, and it was as if he had come to this place following the guidance of his true body.
As a result, the villagers were naturally more enthusiastic towards them, and even put together two tables and a few benches for Zhao Ziyang and his friends to rest. When they saw that Angel and Little Wild Cat would give biscuits and chocolates to the children, they became more determined in their thoughts.
These are good people, they are loving, very, very good people.
These Gambian poor people know very clearly the difference between good people and bad people: those who can give them food are good people!
"If you can pick up guns and go to war, I guarantee that you can eat bread every day. Not only bread, but also milk and eggs!" Omo continued to shout in a loud voice.
Bread, eggs, and milk are things that only appear in the villagers' dreams. Normally, they dare not even think about them. They are too luxurious and out of reach.
"We want to fight! We want to fight! We want to fight!" The villagers' voices rang out. They want to fight. They want to eat bread, milk and eggs.
“Hahahaha…” Omo laughed loudly, waved at the villagers and said, “If you can rush into Brikama County and take down the government, each of you will receive $20, a piece of bread and an egg.”
Hundreds of villagers were excited. The price had doubled, and they could even eat eggs.
The villagers began to stand up and line up in two rows according to gender, age and status. This time they were prepared, some holding sticks, some holding spears, and some holding rakes for tilling the land.
It’s just that there are too many old, weak, women and children inside, which gives people a very weird feeling.
"Hey, you can't go." Blade pointed at an old man with a hunched back and said to him, "This is a war, you can't go."
"No!" The old man stretched his neck and shouted, "I want US dollars, I want bread, I want eggs. I can fight, I am a natural warrior!"
"Ah, okay..." Blade frowned and stopped talking.
Just think of it as a good deed. These guys are so poor that it doesn't matter if they give more or less. If you say you can fight, then go ahead. Give him a portion of bread and eggs.
"I don't agree!" Angel's voice suddenly came, she walked over to Blade and Omo and shouted : "I don't agree with any women, children or the elderly participating in the war!"
Angel was the leader, and Blade and Omo could not say anything if she disagreed. The two shrugged helplessly and looked at Zhao Ziyang, hoping that Zhao Ziyang would suppress the leader's anger, otherwise Angel would put the entire mercenary group in a difficult situation.
Angel strode towards Zhao Ziyang, with her hair covered and her face covered, and shouted: "Special forces, we want soldiers, not these old people, women and children. Do you think that child is over ten years old? Yes, we are mercenaries, but mercenaries do not mean that we can cross any bottom line. I don't agree with you letting those people fight, absolutely not!"
Angel's words were very serious. After all, she was a woman and could not be as ruthless as Zhao Ziyang and his men. This was also the reason why even though she was the head of the group, everyone in the group would choose to follow Zhao Ziyang's orders first. Not only because Zhao Ziyang's military qualities were superior to theirs, but more because Zhao Ziyang was suitable to lead the current lurkers.
"Angel, this is not my problem. They want to go to war and can't be stopped at all ." Zhao Ziyang explained to Angel, disagreeing with Angel's opinion.
"Listen!" Angel gritted her teeth and said to Zhao Ziyang with a cold face: "As the head of the group, I order you to give up this idea, otherwise I will shoot you to death!"
A pistol was pointed at Zhao Ziyang's head, and the other mercenaries were stunned. Everyone knew the temper of the leader Angel, but it was wrong to point a gun at a special forces soldier. Aren't the two of them close friends?
Zhao Ziyang, who was pointed at his head, shook his head. He finally understood what it meant to be short-sighted. But Angel couldn't be blamed. She was born into an aristocracy and joined the mercenaries after growing up in the aristocratic circle. She didn't know much about the lives of the people at the bottom of the world. Without knowing much, she would feel that these people were very pitiful, especially those innocent and pitiful children.
"Angel, if you organize them to go to war now, I'm sure they will kill you immediately." Zhao Ziyang smiled bitterly at Angel's gun and told her the fact.
It's not that Angel didn't understand this truth, but she didn't understand much and hadn't experienced it. She was the best sniper and deputy commander in the regiment, and Black Hawk had always protected her well when he was there. Maybe Angel had seen many tragic scenes, maybe she was cold-blooded during the war, but she didn't understand the psychology of people struggling on the line of starvation and death.
If she stops women, children and the elderly from going to war, then these people will not get US dollars and bread. Without US dollars and bread, they will starve and will be unwilling to accept the result.
Just now, Zhao Ziyang asked them to kill all the people in the factory to test these villagers. Facts have proved that these villagers are the best fighters in the world. These best fighters will kill all those who hinder them from making money and filling their stomachs, leaving no one alive.
"Zhao Ziyang, you are not a human being!" The little wild cat exaggerated and said to Zhao Ziyang, his little mouth twitching hard with a look of hatred and contempt.
Zhao Ziyang was helpless and could only order Daofeng not to allow the elderly, women, and children under the age of twelve to fight.
After hearing Zhao Ziyang's instructions, Angel's expression looked a little better. She took two steps forward and wanted to say something to these women and children.
"That woman, that woman won't let us go to war!"
"That woman!"
"Kill her! Kill her! Kill her!"
A group of women, children and the elderly shouted loudly, picking up whatever they could and rushing towards Angel. Their faces were filled with anger and hatred. It was this woman who made it impossible for them to fight, and this woman wanted to starve them to death.
A half-grown child suddenly snatched the gun from one of Buku's men, opened his innocent eyes and pulled the trigger at Angel.
Angel was stunned at this moment. She stood there and watched the child, who was not even as tall as the gun, pointing the gun at her. Just now, she took out a piece of chocolate and gave it to the child...
“Bang!” “Da da da…”
At the critical moment, Zhao Ziyang raised his hand and shot the rifle out of the child's hand. The rifle fell to the ground and flew over, emitting flames.
"Quiet!" Zhao Ziyang's face darkened. After scolding the villagers for their riot, he walked towards the child and put a gun to the child's head.
Anyone who dares to attack Angel is Zhao Ziyang's enemy, even children are no exception.
The little boy stared at Zhao Ziyang with his eyes bulging outwards due to hunger, and said to him: "I can shoot, I can fight."
"Yes, you are a good fighter, but—"
"boom!"
A gunshot rang out, and a ball of blood splashed in the air, drawing a bright streak before spreading on the ground.
A strange expression appeared on Zhao Ziyang's face. He looked at his right shoulder that was shot, then at the pistol that fell to the ground, and finally at Angel who was pointing the gun at him.
The lurker mercenaries who saw this scene had no idea what to do. They had never thought that such a thing would happen. Night Rose Angel shot at the special forces soldier, and she really shot him. The wound was not fake, and the blood that spurted out was not fake.
"Special forces soldier, I am a person with a bottom line." Angel stared at Zhao Ziyang with a cold face, and the trace of heartache in her eyes was also covered by disappointment.
They are mercenaries, not executioners, let alone murderers. If they are willing to kill even a child, are they still human?
Zhao Ziyang covered his wound and walked towards Angel step by step. His face was terribly gloomy and anyone could see that he was about to explode.
"Get out! Go back to Libya, get out now!" Zhao Ziyang glared at Angel and gritted his teeth, telling the leader of the lurker Angel to get out.
Angel stared at Zhao Ziyang. She saw the suppressed anger in Zhao Ziyang's eyes and fell silent for a moment.
After a long while, Angel turned around and strode away, leaving Gambia and returning to the Libyan sleeper base.
Watching Angel's back disappear, Zhao Ziyang took a deep breath and stared at the little wild cat again.
"I'm leaving, I'm leaving. I won't let you tell me to get out. You're such an inhuman thing. It makes me feel ashamed to be with you." The little wild cat cursed Zhao Ziyang, took out an apple, took a bite out of it angrily, and walked away.
After the two of them left, Zhao Ziyang turned around, stared at the villagers with a pair of fierce eyes and whispered: "Women, children, the elderly and the weak can stay, and we will still give out bread in US dollars."
Everybody was happy. The women, children, old and young were all very happy and had smiles on their faces.
"Boss , you don't have to mind it. The captain has that kind of temper. It will be fine when we get back." Daofeng came over to comfort Zhao Ziyang.
However, Daofeng's comfort was of little use, and Zhao Ziyang still looked gloomy.
"Actually, it's okay to kill that child. It's necessary..."
"Say it's useful." Zhao Ziyang replied to Daofeng.
"Ahem..." Dao Feng coughed twice and whispered to Zhao Ziyang, "Boss, you shouldn't let women, children, the elderly and the young enjoy the benefits without participating in the battle. That would harm them."
Zhao Ziyang sat on the stool, looked at the wound that had stopped bleeding, closed his eyes, threw a piece of chocolate into his mouth and started chewing.
How could he not know? It was not wrong for Angel to have good intentions, but he had to stop Angel's good intentions. These old people, women, and children might not die in the war, but they would definitely die if they stayed.
Those who join the battle will be dissatisfied with those who sit back and enjoy the fruits of their labor, and will rob them out of greed and desire, and may kill all the old and weak overnight. In the face of survival, any friendship is illusory. You can kill other people's women and children, but can you protect your own women and children?
If they all participated in the battle, they might die, but those who survived would survive, and there would be no jealousy or robbery. A common thing bound them together and created their cohesion.
Good intentions do not always lead to good deeds. Without insight into human nature, one has no right to speak. Perhaps this incident will make Angel understand something deeper, so let's use blood and life to tell Angel.
