Chapter 63 Black Hand
A large amount of river water poured into the warships, and the drainage equipment had no time to deal with it. They could only watch the three warships sink. The good thing was that the soldiers were not seriously injured. Except for a dozen unlucky people who were swept down by the whirlpool of the sinking warship, the rest were not in big trouble.
The river surface soon returned to calm, but this calmness gave people a creepy feeling: hundreds of human heads floated on the river, rising and falling as the river flowed slowly. The river water was dyed red, and the rolled flesh on the necks of the heads was washed away by the blood , revealing a pale color...
The river water smelled fishy, making people wonder if it was the blood pool in Shura Hell. The indescribable smell rushed into the stomach, making it churn and pulling out everything inside. Coupled with this strong visual impact, anyone could instantly close their eyes and cover their mouth.
Zhao Ziyang was no exception. He squinted his eyes and stared at the heads covering the river surface. His throat moved up and down vigorously, swallowing the food rushing out of his stomach. His nose involuntarily held his breath to resist this strange deathly aura.
He had never seen such a scene before. Even though his career as a mercenary had made him a ruthless killer, he was still not used to the sight before him.
"It's better to see more often." Pandora's voice came, and with the voice came Pandora's hand.
She swiftly took out Zhao Ziyang's wine jug, unscrewed the lid for him, and motioned for Zhao Ziyang to take a sip.
The taste of strong liquor dispelled the deathly air. Zhao Ziyang tilted his head back and drank half a pot of liquor. Only then did he feel his stomach much better. He nodded to express his gratitude to Pandora.
When he looked up, he found that he was not the only one who suffered from this. Most of the mercenaries had similar adverse reactions. The only normal one was Pandora.
I really don’t know what kind of battle Pandora has experienced. If I’m not mistaken, the battle scene was even more cruel and brutal than what I see now.
"Retreat!" Zhao Ziyang opened his mouth and uttered this word with difficulty, then retreated first.
After Zhao Ziyang gave the order, Omo and others immediately followed and retreated into the woods until the river was completely out of sight.
"Ugh..." The sickle man opened his mouth and vomited. All the food that was almost digested in his stomach was vomited out completely, even the bitter water came out, until there was nothing left to vomit.
Daofeng's face looked very ugly. He covered his mouth and tried hard to vomit. He sat under a big tree and breathed in the fresh air. But even though the air here was very fresh, there was still that dead bloody smell at the tip of his nose, which could not be shaken off.
Omo's method was very simple. He took out the wine jug and poured white wine into his mouth, using the wine to resist the adverse reactions of his body.
They had thought of some scenes before, but they didn't expect the current scene to appear. It was hard to imagine how many people these Mekaler led his soldiers to kill. Compared with them, it seemed that the mercenaries were pure.
"Damn it, these bastards are not human!" Daofeng paused for a while and cursed. He grabbed a handful of leaves and put them in his mouth to chew, using the bitterness of the leaves to dispel the lingering taste.
Barbarism, violence and backwardness are the most prominent characteristics of the African continent, which are not understood or worthy of the so-called civilized world, even these mercenaries.
Mercenaries only need to achieve their goals, and never spend any extra effort. They kill people with skill, either by long-range sniping or by charging into battle. The emotions of the battlefield make them crazy, and they can't bear to think about the dead in such situations. Besides, although the dead look scary and miserable, it is not as exciting as seeing hundreds of heads floating on the river.
"No, they are human beings." Pandora, who was leaning against a tree, said, "These people cut off their heads, or cut off their genitals and peeled off their skin because they were afraid."
"Pandora, you must have done something like this!" The sickle-man, gasping for breath after vomiting, said to Pandora, reaching out to wipe the bitter water from the corner of his mouth.
Pandora smiled when she heard this, neither confirming nor denying. She stretched slightly, showing off her well-trained and graceful figure, unbuckled her belt and pulled down her pants.
Under the gaze of everyone, Pandora generously took off her combat uniform pants to her knees, revealing her thighs wearing only a pair of underwear .
"Hiss..." Everyone gasped, not because Pandora's thighs were beautiful, but because Pandora's thighs were terrifying.
Her thighs were a dark red color, with the muscles sticking to her legs in pits and pits, and the skin was shiny. It was clear that there was no human skin on her thighs, only a thin film on the surface.
The skin that we usually scrape is not real human skin. Real human skin is about one millimeter thick, and the muscles are under the skin. The so-called peeling is not the stratum corneum on the surface, but the one-millimeter-thick tissue. If it is just the stratum corneum on the surface, it will heal quickly. If it is the one-millimeter-thick human skin, it will not grow again.
The legs that Pandora exposed were skinned legs, the dark red color was shocking. It was at this time that Zhao Ziyang and the others realized why Pandora always wore long pants and never wore skirts like Angel and Linghu. She had been skinned.
"I have done that kind of thing." Pandora nodded and smiled, "I was once raped by sixteen strong men, and then they peeled off the skin of my thighs. When I regained my freedom, I first skinned them, then cut off their genitals, and finally chopped off their heads. By the way, there were more than sixteen people at that time, but exactly sixty-eight people."
As she spoke, Pandora pulled up her pants and fastened her belt, smiling brightly, as if what she was talking about had nothing to do with her and was playing it down very lightly.
"When I was skinned, I understood why these people used this method. They believed that people could not be reincarnated without skin; men without genitals would lose their aggressiveness; and chopping off the head would cut off the soul from the neck, eliminating any hidden dangers. So the barbarity and cruelty here are based on fear, and over time, it has become a habit for them to kill people."
Several pairs of eyes were still staring at Pandora's legs, with deep shock in their eyes. No one knew what had happened to Pandora, and even now they only knew a little bit. But Pandora undoubtedly made them admire and convinced, making it difficult for them to regard Pandora as a woman.
She is a meat grinder, a real bloody butcher among the mercenaries.
"Okay, let's get ready." Zhao Ziyang spoke, signaling everyone to prepare for the next battle.
Blade and the others dispersed to find their own fighting positions, while Zhao Ziyang nodded to Pandora to express his gratitude again.
Others don't know why Pandora did this, but he vaguely guessed that Pandora was using what happened to her to relieve her stress.
However, Pandora's kindness did not have much effect on Zhao Ziyang, because Zhao Ziyang was not frightened by Mekaler at all. Although the calmness shown by the other party caused him some pressure, it was just a small stumbling block. Mekaler must die, and his existence would make it difficult to implement his plan.
“Da da da…” “Da da da…”
Fierce gunfire was heard on the other side of the river, as the Gambian Marines engaged in a firefight with another armed force. The fighters were the Fula people, a large tribe in Gambia. The Fula people control politics in many places and have their own armed forces. After the ethnic civil war began, the Fula people quickly stabilized their position with their own advantages and gained the upper hand in the battle with the Wolof people.
This port with abundant fishery resources was occupied by the Fula people by taking advantage of their power. The port village is a Fula village and it was not affected by the war. On the one hand, it was because of proper protection measures and on the other hand, it was because it was an economic core of the Fula people.
However, the massacre of the Fula village by government forces today was unexpected. The Fula people never thought that Yahya would attack them.
Yahya, who was sitting in the capital Banjul, did not expect such a thing to happen. Normally, he would not attack the Fula people. On the contrary, he had a certain tendency towards the Fula people. Gambia was his country, and the Fula people were his people, his subjects, or a family dog.
But the problem now has already happened, and it happened under Zhao Ziyang's planning.
That flare was not fired by the Fula ethnic armed forces, but by a lurker's gunman.
The Gun Ghost's mission was simple. He used the intelligence from the Wolof tribe to lure out the armed forces of the Fula tribe entrenched here, creating an environment where the Gambian government forces could easily carry out massacres, and then he could easily watch the fight between the two sides.
As for why Mekaler attacked the Fula tribe's territory, it was also Zhao Ziyang who pushed forward from behind, thanks to the role of money. It was very simple. The naval officer who greeted the EO mercenary group was bribed with 100,000 US dollars. He used some things to provoke Mekaler's dissatisfaction with the Fula tribe.
After all, one is the military and the other is the politician, so there will definitely be problems of one kind or another. Under the instigation, Mekale chose to attack the Fula tribe without hesitation and massacred the entire village.
Without the Fula tribe, Mekale's power would be much greater than it is now, and he could form more marines throughout the Gambia. The Fula tribe, who control most regional administrative agencies and have their own local armed forces, is undoubtedly a stumbling block. Besides, if the Fula tribe's armed forces can be defeated, it will also be good news for President Yahya.
Driven by the delicate relationship, Mekale acted without hesitation and chose the Fula tribe as the first target.
But the current situation made Mekale a little passive. They were surrounded and pinned down on the dock by the Fula ethnic armed forces, whose strength was twice their own.
The sinking of three warships was a heavy blow to Mekale and the entire Gambia. You know, there are only four warships in the entire Gambia. The three warships that came out this time were completely destroyed. If the Fula tribe is not defeated, there is no way to explain to Yahya.
Unknowingly, the Gambian government army was completely involved in the civil strife under the instigation of Zhao Ziyang's black hand, and started a life-and-death battle with the most powerful Fula tribe.
This is what Zhao Ziyang needs. No matter who survives, it is a good thing for him. Of course, he doesn't mind sniping in secret to maintain the disadvantage of the government forces. Now all the lurkers have to do is wait, waiting for Mekaler's government forces to fall into a great crisis.
The lurkers are here to make friends. Since they are here to make friends, then lending a helping hand when it is needed is far better than adding unnecessary flowers to a beautiful mountain.
