Chapter 61 Executioner
The government troops, forced to enter the interior of Gambia, entered the Gambia River from the port of Banjul under the escort of three warships and moved inland along the river.
The Gambia River is an inland river that runs through Gambia. The river's location just happens to cut the Gambia in half, giving it a very mobile combat force whether facing the south or the north.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!..."
The sound of the naval guns made the peaceful Gambia River boil and become noisy. The pungent smell of gunpowder drifted along the barrels to both banks, and the air of gunfire and smoke spread instantly.
The person commanding the Gambian government forces is Mekale of the Gambia National Army. He is a member of the ruling Patriotic Union and Construction Alliance, a Jura tribe member, a member of the Gambian Parliament, and controls the Gambian government's naval force. He is Yahya's inseparable comrade-in-arms and also Yahya's cousin, and is highly valued by Yahya.
Mekale was entrusted by Yahya to quell the civil unrest this time, and he dared not neglect it at all. He also knew the importance of this quelling. If it went well, the Gambian government would still be in the hands of Yahya, and he would naturally be in a high position; if it failed, the United Democratic Party and the National Reconciliation Party would not hesitate to unite to defeat the Patriotic Union and Construction Alliance, of which Yahya was the chairman, and drive Yahya out of power, and they would definitely be forced into exile.
"Ready—fire!"
“Boom! Boom!…”
On the warship, an officer in naval uniform stood next to the ship's gun and shouted orders. As the orders were given, shells were fired one after another at Brikama, where the lurkers first provoked civil unrest.
The shells landed on the river bank, blasting holes in the woods on the shore. The flying fragments roared madly, violently sweeping through the empty bombing site, leaving deep craters one after another.
"Ready—fire!"
The officer continued to give orders loudly and solemnly, seemingly unaware that the shell had missed the target. There was no unnecessary expression on his dark face.
The shells continued to bombard the banks of the Brikama River blindly. After two rounds of bombing, the warships continued to move forward, heading deeper into Gambia.
The lurkers who had been following the three warships all smiled in amusement at the same time. These navy men were simply putting on a show. They were not here to quell the riot, but more like to have fun. Mekale was never seen on the warship.
"These bastards!" Blade spat heavily and cursed in a low voice, with uncontrollable murderous intent in his eyes.
"Hey, Blade, why are you so impatient? This is not like you. It seems that you have killed a lot of people." Omo stretched out his palm like a palm fan and patted Blade, with a teasing smile on his face.
Blade, who was slapped by Omo, twitched his lips, shook off Omo's big hand, shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, and looked noncommittal.
The others looked calm, especially Zhao Ziyang and Pandora. From their calm faces, you could see that they knew everything that might happen next, but they were not at all surprised.
"Boss, the warship has left Brikama, and it's time for us to take action." Swart said to Zhao Ziyang with a cruel smile in his eyes.
Zhao Ziyang nodded, took out the wine flask and took a sip, then saw Pandora beside him and handed the wine flask to her.
"Drink a little."
"No need." Pandora shook her head, gave Zhao Ziyang a bright smile and said, "I'm used to it. I don't need to use white wine to suppress the cramps in my stomach."
Pandora rejected Zhao Ziyang's kindness and continued to smile brightly. However, her sunny smile always made Zhao Ziyang feel cold, just like the sunshine in the coldest days of winter, which was just a surface.
As the warship moved forward, Zhao Ziyang and his team followed to a small village in Kerewan in the northern part of the Gambia River.
I don't know what this village is called, but it is undoubtedly a relatively wealthy village. The village is close to the Gambia River, and the river port where it is located is a place with very rich fishery resources. The reason is that the upstream of the Banjul Harbor brings a large number of marine algae plants here, and these algae plants can only reach here, which results in sufficient food, and sufficient food attracts a large number of fishery resources.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!..." The warships near the port simultaneously opened fire at the fishing boats docked there, instantly blowing more than a dozen small fishing boats to pieces.
The villagers at the port were terrified when they saw the three warships suddenly appear. They ran towards the village desperately, shouting in their local dialect.
"Hurry, hurry, hurry!" The officer who had just commanded the soldiers to dock the warship at the shore waved his hands and shouted loudly, signaling the soldiers to go ashore quickly.
Under the command of the officers, the fully armed soldiers on the warship quickly landed and rushed towards the village with guns in hand.
“Da da da…” “Da da da…”
Fierce gunfire rang out, mixed with miserable wailing. After a short while, the wailing disappeared, leaving only sporadic gunfire.
The entire village was massacred by government forces, leaving no one alive.
After the gunfire stopped, a black officer wearing a white navy uniform and looking very proud walked out of the cabin of the main ship.
He was the Mekale who had never appeared, with an ugly and cold face. However, there were several hideous shrapnel scars on his face, which were the marks of the battlefield.
Mekale has a good figure, and he looks full of explosive power when he stands there. He is nearly two meters tall, and his military uniform is tightly tied to his body, showing the image of a soldier fighting on the battlefield. He is fundamentally different from other senior officials in Gambia.
Mekale walked onto the deck under the escort of four soldiers, followed by three sexy girls in scantily clad clothes. Judging from the spring spirit still lingering between the girls' eyebrows and their messy hair, they had made love .
Mekale is a womanizer, and this is known to everyone in Gambia. People in high positions always have various hobbies, and having countless women is undoubtedly the best way to show their authority. Men conquer the world and women at the same time, and male animals usually have this expansion power.
"Oh, the air here is great!" Mekale walked to the edge of the deck and took a deep breath comfortably, inhaling the oxygen molecules containing gunpowder and blood into his lungs, with a look of enjoyment on his face.
Zhao Ziyang, who was lurking on the opposite river bank, clearly saw the cruelty on Mekale's face, and a hideous smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
He had memorized Mekale's information long ago. He was a senior Gambian military official known for his brutality, even worse than Yahya. He had two hobbies in his life: killing people and playing with women.
President Yahya also likes to kill people, but Yahya's killing is completely based on his emotions, while Mekale's killing is based on interest. It is this point that makes Yahya value his cousin very much, because only killing can consolidate Yahya's regime to the greatest extent, and the dead will never rebel.
Mekale also has a nickname in Gambia: The Executioner.
The three girls walked up to Mekale in a charming manner, showing their flattering smiles. They were selected by Mekale in Banjul to entertain him on the road. These three women may not have wanted to do so, but they had to put on a happy and flattering look because their lives were in Mekale's hands.
Mekale closed his eyes and breathed the air, frowning slightly. The smell of blood and gunpowder that he liked was diluted by a scent of perfume, making him feel uncomfortable.
"Kill!" Mekale moved his lips slightly and uttered a simple word.
As soon as the word "kill" came out, the three girls didn't know what was going on and were still rubbing their plump bodies against Mekaler. Their thoughts were simple, so simple that they just wanted to use their bodies to please him and get Mekaler to look at them differently. This kind of thinking was a manifestation of their selfish side, not only the other party's power, but also the other party's masculinity.
The middle-aged Mekale was like a lion, and he was not at all inferior when fighting three girls alone.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Three clear gunshots rang out, and the three girls' heads were almost simultaneously pierced with three bloody holes, and they fell to the ground. Their faces still had the charm and seductiveness from before, and they didn't even have time to wonder why they were killed.
"Throw them into the river to feed the fish." Mekale took a breath of the strong smell of blood and ordered the soldiers to throw the three girls into the river.
He has never lacked women. To him, women are nothing more than playthings. Just now, when he was enjoying the atmosphere of the battlefield, he was disturbed by these three women. Then they can only die.
Watching the corpse sink to the bottom of the river and a ball of blood rising above the water, Mekale grinned, and the wound on his face looked even more hideous.
A sniper rifle on the opposite bank of the river had already locked onto Mekale's head. The man was holding the sniper rifle's blade with his eyes half-closed, ready to kill Mekale at any time.
"Boss, this guy really deserves to be killed." Sniper Blade said to Zhao Ziyang, "There are too few women in Gambia. This guy is obviously wasting resources."
A dog can't spit out ivory. This is Zhao Ziyang's evaluation of Daofeng.
"In fact, you can just act as the patron saint of black women in Gambia. That way, your life in Gambia won't be lonely." Zhao Ziyang, his eyes fixed on Mekale on the deck, joked to Blade.
Even if someone else killed 10,000 people, Zhao Ziyang would not feel any compassion. Standing in his current position, he was not allowed to have such human emotions. He was still struggling for survival, so how could he care about others?
"Shit!" Blade cursed and argued, "Boss, you know I only like blondes. I'm not interested in dark-skinned girls because they probably have AIDS. You should let Omo be the savior. He likes it better."
Omo, who was packing up the explosives, turned pale when he heard this. His big beard twitched with his muscles, and he stared at Blade with resentment. He accepted everyone in life, whether black or white, as long as they could satisfy his physiological needs. But Blade kept talking about AIDS. He was really a bastard.
"Get ready to enter the water." Zhao Ziyang gave the order, and slid silently into the river with his gun in hand. The moment he entered the water, he disappeared under the surface.
Omo, Swart and others, who were carrying explosives, followed into the water and used a straw to feel their way towards the warship.
At this time, Mekale, who had killed three girls, walked down the deck and went towards the village that had just been slaughtered to check his harvest.
Suppression does not mean fighting with all races. Civilians are sometimes very useful. Their brains can be used to seek credit and to deter. This has always been a tactic used by Mekale.
