Chapter 59 Racial Vendetta
In Basai Sansou, eastern Gambia, a riot is also about to break out.
The county government here is controlled by the Fula people. In addition to the Fula people, there are also the Wolof people, whose population base is about the same as the Fula people. The two races often have various small frictions, and they have even killed each other in the past. It can be said that they are two completely opposing races.
But as time went on, the civil unrest in Gambia subsided, and the two ethnic groups stopped killing each other after reaching an agreement, and they seemed to live together peacefully for a while.
The Fula controlled the politics and armaments of the entire Bassac-Sau County, while the Wolof controlled the economic system of Bassac-Sau County, running textile factories, peanut oil fields, farms, etc. Since this place is not close to the coast, it can only rely on this kind of crops and small factories for support.
In comparison, this place is poorer.
Just last night, a group of fully armed Fula soldiers suddenly rushed into a Wolof village, killed all the men in the village, raped all the women in the village, and even did not spare the little girls. After doing this, the Fula soldiers set fire to the village and burned it down.
Coincidentally, another group of Fula soldiers destroyed three Wolof factories, completely paralyzing them.
All this started when more than a dozen Wolof soldiers died overnight, and the remaining sabers were pointed at the Wolof people.
The attacked Wolof people naturally refused to give up. After discovering the tragic situation of their own village, they immediately retaliated by attacking a Fula village and destroyed the village in the same way.
They did something even more ruthless. They chopped off the heads of all the people they killed and hung them high on trees. They cut off the genitals of men and the breasts of women, and then cruelly peeled off the human skin and draped it over their bodies to show their bravery.
The racial conflict that had been dormant for years suddenly began, plunging Basel-Santo into chaos.
Pandora looked at everything that happened here indifferently, without any normal human emotion in her eyes. They killed more than a dozen Fula soldiers, and the sabers were left there intentionally. It was too easy to cause racial conflict in such a place.
"Deputy Captain, are our methods a bit too despicable and cruel?" The sickle-man looked at the Wolof people covered in bloody human skins with some pity.
He felt that this scene was a bit too cruel, and cruelty was created by them, which was really against human nature. When they fought and killed people, they would never be so barbaric, and they would not peel off others' skin and put it on themselves even if they killed them.
"Do you know why I am willing to listen to the special forces?" Pandora asked the sickleman.
"Oh, the special forces soldier is the best among us, he is suitable to be the leader." The sickle man blurted out.
"Do you know why he is suitable to be the leader?" Pandora continued to ask the Scytheman.
"Because we trust him!" The sickle-man smiled. It was true that he trusted the special forces.
Seeing the Scytheman smile, Pandora also smiled, and her smile was particularly bright.
"So you will never become a special forces soldier, because you don't have his long-term vision. If we are not cruel, someone will be cruel to us. Special forces soldiers say that a general's success is the result of the sacrifice of thousands of soldiers, and history is always written by the victors."
The Scytheman didn't quite understand what he was saying, but he understood the Lurkers' current situation and what they were going to do next. These dead people were their stepping stones, and they were the sacrifices for the Lurkers to achieve unprecedented glory .
If they cannot gain a foothold in the world of mercenaries, they will be killed one by one, leaving no trace behind.
At the same time, an armed conflict broke out in Brikama where Zhao Ziyang was located, with mobs attacking the county government. Within just an hour, Brikama was occupied by a group of armed mobs, who killed government officials after the occupation.
As this group of mobs occupied the county government, other armed forces in Brikama also began to burn, kill and loot. There were ethnic hatred and robbery. Brikama, which is adjacent to the capital, suddenly became chaotic and completely out of control.
Fierce gun battles broke out in Sarakunda in the central region. After killing government soldiers, two groups of armed elements of different ethnicities fought fiercely for government resources, turning this place into their battlefield. Large-scale armed conflicts also broke out in Mansa Konko, George Church and other places. Many villages were destroyed, young men were massacred, and women were raped...
On that day, riots and ethnic hatred of varying degrees occurred in all regions of Gambia except the capital Banjul.
As the incident escalated, the war became more and more intense, and almost all ethnic groups were caught up in this sudden civil strife, shocking the Gambian government.
However, they were completely powerless to stop the civil unrest because they did not have enough troops. Even the navy had only more than a thousand soldiers, and most of these thousand soldiers were defending the capital, Banjul. Only a few hundred soldiers were sent out to quell the riot.
But hundreds of soldiers in the riot were like a drop of water thrown into the ocean; no sound could be heard at all.
Gambian President Yahya Jammeh was restless, constantly making phone calls and issuing orders in his spacious and luxurious office.
His first order was to block the media and not allow any news of civil unrest in his country to be spread, because this was directly related to his 2006 election and issues such as attracting investment.
This civil unrest must be quelled immediately, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous.
Yahya became the president of Gambia through a coup, and he knew what such a disaster would bring to him. Not to mention the overseas observers of the presidential campaign, the loss of money was unbearable for him.
Mercenaries, this kind of thing can only be solved with the help of mercenaries.
At this time, Yahya's presidential assistant walked in. This was a black beauty with a proud figure and sexy lips, and she had always been Yahya's favorite assistant.
"Mr. President, there is a group of mercenaries outside who claim to be lurkers and want to see you." The black beauty said to Yahya in a disgusted voice, sticking out her sexy butt, never forgetting to show off her charm.
"No!" The upset Yahya refused, picked up the phone and dialed a number, and said anxiously to the other party: "Mr. Morgan, I am President Yahya, I need your help, I need mercenaries!"
I don't know what was said to him on the phone, but it made Yahya's dark and anxious face relax and his fat body relax.
The one he called for help was the South African private armed forces, abbreviated as EO, which is a very powerful mercenary company. There will definitely be no problem with them taking action.
"Hahaha..." Yahya laughed loudly, his fat trembling slightly under the white robe. He pulled the helper's hand, held her in his arms and sat her on his lap. He stretched out his tongue and greedily licked the other's cleavage.
"No problem, baby."
"Oh..." The assistant's body trembled, and he hugged Yahya's head and said, "I know you are the best, oh... the best..."
It was the best, for sure. At least Yahya was the best at that moment. He excitedly moved on his assistant, using the most primitive impact to relieve the pressure brought to him by the internal strife.
As long as the soldiers protected Banjul, there would be mercenaries to suppress the civil unrest, and he would just have to pay them. When the situation was settled, he would come forward to mediate, and the presidency would naturally remain his.
As for the lurker mercenaries who came to visit him, he simply didn't bother to pay attention to them. He had EO's official mercenaries, which was enough.
The lurker did come to visit Yahya. It was Blade. The guy just took a look around and left. In Africa, each country only recognized South African private armed forces. South African private armed forces monopolized the mercenary business needed by African governments, making it impossible for other mercenary groups to intervene. They could only carry out mercenary tasks for rebels and armed factions in Africa.
This visit was just a greeting to Yahya. Zhao Ziyang had no intention of cutting off EO's job in Gambia. He had to wait until Yahya begged him, otherwise it would be meaningless.
The lurkers who had sparked the civil unrest in Gambia gathered together, leisurely staying on the beach, basking in the sun and eating seafood, as if the war in Gambia had nothing to do with them.
This is indeed the case. The place where Banjul is located is peaceful. This is Yahya's territory, and no matter how fierce the fighting is, it cannot shake it at all.
Yahya understood one principle very well: to use stillness to overcome movement.
However, his strategy of using inaction to overcome dynamics is completely irresponsible. However, this irresponsibility is also a good idea. When all the tribes are tired of fighting, he, who has the largest armed force in Gambia, will naturally be able to easily clean up the mess.
He was anxious about the time it would take to quell the civil unrest, as this was related to how much money he could make. If the merchants from other countries ran away, then other countries would no longer invest, and he would be the one who suffered the loss.
"Hey, boss, I called the team leader yesterday. Guess what?" Dao Feng, who was wearing sunglasses and lying comfortably on a recliner, said to Zhao Ziyang, "The team leader said sorry to you. Hey, it seems that the team leader knows he was wrong."
"I'm sorry?" Omo touched the butt of a black girl and said in disbelief: "Blade, I dare to bet with you that if the captain says sorry, I am willing to pay you 10 million!"
Angel would say sorry? That's nonsense. It sounded like Dao Feng was just trying to comfort Zhao Ziyang.
But Angel did tell the truth. After the war, the village was hit by large-scale robbery and killing, and the targets were the elderly, women and children who had gained something without working. Then they went to war with each other, and in the end, few people survived.
"The king of gamblers never bets with people with broken balls." Blade laughed at Omo.
"Whose balls did you say were broken?" Omo stood up, sat up from the recliner, and glared at Daofeng fiercely.
"Please speak with facts." Blade still did not give in.
Omo's face turned red. He glanced at Zhao Ziyang who was grinning, then carried the black girl on his shoulders and walked towards the beachfront holiday cottage.
After a while, the girl's groaning could be heard from the wooden house. Although women are not afraid of being plowed, facing a man with a physique like Omo, no woman could bear it.
"Damn it." Pandora cursed, raised a finger and said to herself: "Don't let Omo get within three meters of me in the future. AIDS is terrible."
Swart and Scytheman were lucky. Each of them hooked up with a blonde girl who was on vacation. After chatting for a while, they walked towards the holiday home arm in arm. It was obvious that they were experts in picking up girls.
Daofeng couldn't hold back any longer, so he saw a blonde girl and ran over to chat her up, leaving Zhao Ziyang and Pandora to continue basking in the sun.
"Pandora, you are very sunny today."
"Special Forces, you too, need to get more sun."
The two continued to bask in the sun in silence, each thinking about their own thoughts.
