Chapter 60 EO
The ethnic hatred and civil strife in various regions of Gambia are still going on, with no signs of stopping. Yahya is not impatient and sits on the Diaoyutai. On the morning of the second day of the ethnic conflict, the EO mercenary group arrived in Gambia, preparing to enter Gambia through the waters controlled by the capital Banjul to complete the hired mission of President Yahya.
But as soon as they reached the shore, they were blocked by a group of short Gurkha mercenaries with Nepalese machetes on their waists.
"Morgan, long time no see, hehe..." The Earl, leader of the Gurkha mercenaries, extended his arms to Morgan warmly.
"Count, hahaha..." Morgan's face was full of smiles when he saw the Earl and he also stretched out his arms.
The two of them hugged each other tightly, looking like old friends who had not seen each other for many years.
"Hey, Earl , you've gained weight now." Morgan, a white man who was over two meters tall and had a clean-shaven beard, patted the Earl on the back.
The Earl, who was patted on the back by Morgan, smiled and said to Morgan affectionately: "I have to thank you for that shot. That shot made me lie down for two months."
"Oh? What a good thing, hahahaha..." Morgan laughed, with a sinister look flashing in his eyes, as if he was wondering why the shot didn't kill Morgan.
As for the Earl, he still had a smiling face, but the viciousness hidden deep in his eyes was far deeper than Morgan's, and far more vicious than Morgan's.
The Gurkha mercenaries slowly reached their hands to their waists, pulled out their sabers, which symbolized honor and spiritual faith, and held them tightly in their hands. Their eyes were filled with cruelty and bloodthirstiness. With sabers in hand, even the steel armor in front could not stop them.
Seeing the Gurkha mercenaries holding sabers, the EO mercenaries suddenly became nervous. They pointed their rifles at the Gurkha mercenaries, ready to shoot at any time.
The atmosphere instantly became tense. No, it was the EO who became tense. The Gurkha mercenaries had an infinite will to fight, and they brought the tension to the EO. Both sides were the most powerful mercenaries in the world, but in comparison, the EO was not as imposing as the Gurkha.
"Hahaha, since the Earl wants this business, then our EO will withdraw from Gambia." Morgan's face was full of smiles, and he seemed very happy to hand over such a piece of meat.
The Earl showed an expression of absolute disapproval when he heard this. He took Morgan's arm affectionately and said to him, "Morgan, we are the best partners. Why don't we complete this deal together?"
No one knows what the delicate relationship is between the Earl and Morgan, and between the Gurkha mercenaries and the EO mercenaries. They are enemies, but Morgan and the Earl can hug each other affectionately; they are comrades, but Morgan shot the Earl, and there is no friendship between the mercenaries on both sides.
"I don't think it's necessary." Morgan pulled out his arm, patted his waist, glanced at the Gurkha mercenary who had only a Nepalese saber on his body, and said with a hint of deep doubt in his eyes: "Count, let's meet next time."
After saying this, Morgan signaled his mercenaries to put away their guns, carefully retreat along the way they came, and thus leave Gambia.
A Gambian naval officer who came to greet EO looked at EO helplessly as he returned, and then turned his gaze to the count.
The naval officer ran over and saluted the count with a standard military salute.
"Comrade Colonel!"
The count returned a salute to the naval officer and then waved to the Gurkha mercenaries behind him.
There was a burst of uniform noises, and all the Nepalese sabers were put back into their sheaths.
"Let's go." The count gave an order and led a dozen Gurkha mercenaries towards a ship waiting on the coast, leaving the naval officer there.
The naval officers were stunned, but they did not dare to step forward to stop the count. They knew very well what these Nepalese sabers symbolized: they symbolized the Gurkha mercenaries who were the most famous, bravest, and least afraid of death in the world.
This group of people have faith and never lack fighting spirit. Even if you cut their neck, they will use the knife to take your life.
The EO left, the Gurkhas left, and the naval officers suddenly realized an extremely important problem: there were no mercenaries to help them.
The two strongest mercenaries had given up Gambia, so other small mercenary groups would not dare to enter Gambia to accept the mission. Because everyone could see what happened just now, the Gurkhas were trying to prevent EO from entering Gambia.
The officer immediately called Yahya's private phone and reported the situation to him.
When Yahya heard the news, he was stunned for a moment, and then roared in anger: Send the Marines to kill these Gurkha mercenaries.
The naval officer could only smile bitterly at the president's order. Kill, how? The Gurkha mercenaries just now only had a Nepalese saber on their bodies. They were able to force the EO to retreat with just a Nepalese saber. How could their own soldiers kill them?
The Gambia's Marines may be able to reach China's coastal cities as Yahya said, but unfortunately they seem so powerless facing a group of mercenaries.
The naval officer dared not disobey the president's order. In Gambia, anyone who dared to disobey Yahya's order suffered the death penalty, no matter who he was.
A dozen Gambian Marines, led by an officer, entered a small village south of Banjul, shot and killed dozens of civilians, chopped off their heads, and brought them back to Banjul to report to the president.
At this time, the lurker mercenaries are still comfortably enjoying the sunshine, beauties, seafood and beaches. They are waiting, waiting for the Gambian government to no longer hold on before they will come out.
The Gurkha mercenaries were contacted by Zhao Ziyang. They had a private agreement before that, except for not being able to avenge Black Hawk, the Gurkha mercenaries would fully support the re-emergence of the Lurkers. With such a powerful foreign aid , Zhao Ziyang would naturally make good use of it.
"Boss, those Gurkhas are pretty good. They scared the EO away without even a gun. Hahaha..." A black mercenary who had just joined the lurker laughed loudly at Zhao Ziyang who was sleeping on a recliner, his eyes full of envy.
In the eyes of this mercenary, the Gurkhas are undoubtedly a group of true warriors, and a trace of respect and yearning can be seen on his face.
With a "slap", Blade slapped the black mercenary on the head and said to him unhappily: "Gun ghost, you know nothing. Back then, the Gurkha mercenaries had to retreat in front of us lurkers."
This is the truth. In their heyday, Lurkers were the kind of existence that hid under the light. Small mercenaries didn't know, but large mercenaries knew what Lurkers were like. If Lurkers fought against Gurkhas, the Gurkhas, who were outnumbered, might not be able to gain any advantage, because Lurkers were all elites among elites, which was enough to make up for the lack of manpower.
"Shit!" The Gun Ghost cursed and turned his eyes to Zhao Ziyang, wanting to see what Zhao Ziyang would say.
Zhao Ziyang, who was sleeping on a recliner wearing sunglasses, stretched himself, patted Gun Ghost on the shoulder and said to him, "Gun Ghost, you used to be a member of the South African Marine Corps. You may not know much about us lurkers, but that's okay."
The Gun Ghost pricked up his ears and listened, waiting for Zhao Ziyang to continue.
But Zhao Ziyang didn't continue to talk about the past of the Lurkers. After all, even he didn't know how terrible the Lurkers were in the past. Not long after he joined, the Lurkers were severely damaged by the US military. If it weren't for Pandora, Angel , and Omo, he would have thought that the Lurkers were really not that good.
"Just now, the Gurkhas wanted to snipe and kill all the EOs. How could they arrive in Gambia first without any ambush? Did you find any differences in the sniping points around?" Zhao Ziyang asked.
"Well, I have a different feeling, as if there is someone there, but I'm not sure." The Gun Ghost answered Zhao Ziyang honestly.
"Fifteen sniper points are completely occupied by Gurkhas. If the Earl issues an order, the first round of sniping will kill or injure more than half of the EOs. The Gurkhas are not a bunch of brave but reckless people. They are an old mercenary organization that has survived for centuries and is much more powerful than you think. After all, a saber is not as effective as a gun."
"But why didn't you carry out a sniper attack?" the Gun Ghost asked again.
"That's because Morgan had already passed the message. Gurkha could have unexpectedly strangled a group of EO mercenaries, leaving no evidence. But Morgan had already passed the message, right after he shook off the Earl's right hand."
After being reminded, the Gun Ghost reacted. He also recalled that Morgan patted his waist after shaking off the Earl's right hand.
"Listen." Zhao Ziyang took off his sunglasses, squinted his eyes and stared at the sun, and said to the gun ghost: "No one in this world can afford to offend the Lurker as long as I am here."
A smile bloomed on Gun Ghost's face. He believed in Zhao Ziyang's ability: he was ruthless and vindictive, never leaving any chance for the enemy to survive. Most importantly, he was very shameless in fighting, so shameless that even he himself could not stand it...
As the second day passed, the situation in Gambia became even more chaotic. The fighting between the two originally opposing ethnic groups became more intense and gradually evolved into a situation where multiple ethnic groups fought together.
Outside Banjul, corpses hung high on trees can be seen everywhere. These corpses were brutally skinned and beheaded. There were even hundreds of headless corpses hung at the entrance of one village.
The flies gathered around the corpses, greedily sucking the blood from them. They were so dense that they could not be driven away.
Village after village was massacred. Dark red blood and internal organs were clearly visible on the dirt roads in the villages, and all that could be smelled was the smell of blood mixed with gunpowder.
Yahya was anxious at this time because Morgan's phone could no longer be reached. The EO mercenary group seemed to have given up on him and no longer served him.
When Yahya lost hope in EO, he immediately used various connections to look for mercenaries, but all the mercenaries refused to enter Gambia to carry out the mission. He didn't know why, and he didn't have time to think about it. Now he could only rely on himself.
So when the ethnic conflict reached a fever pitch, Yahya began to mobilize his thousands of Marines who were strong enough to stop the Taiwan Strait War. He firmly believed that his soldiers were the strongest because his soldiers had just killed dozens of legendary powerful Gurkha mercenaries.
The Gambian government forces moved out of Banjul and advanced inland without the help of mercenaries. At the same time, the lurkers also ended their short vacation and quietly followed the Gambian government forces.
