Chapter 64: Total Annihilation
Surrounded by Fula armed forces, the Gambian Marines shrank into a three-layer defense circle. The outermost layer relied on trees to fight back, the second layer used various shelters on the dock to shoot, and the last layer shrank together, with Mekale as the center of alert. They wanted to protect Mekale's safety.
"Charge! Charge!" Mekale roared, holding the gun in one hand, and pushed away the soldiers in front of him and rushed forward.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Mekale jumped out of the circle and rushed forward, with the soldiers behind him following closely.
As the commander-in-chief of the Marine Corps, Mekale was like an African lion. He raised his gun and fired a few accurate single shots to kill several Fula soldiers. He stretched out his left hand and tore off his marine uniform.
With a "swish", the sturdy uniform was torn in two, revealing Mekaler's naked upper body covered with scars. These scars of varying sizes almost covered his upper body, with seven or eight gunshot wounds alone.
With the wound as a backdrop, Mekale looked even more unruly and wild.
A troop led by a lion can only be lions and will never be sheep.
"Ahhh..." Seeing the commander rushing to the front, these Marines started to cry out one after another, and imitated Mekale's actions, tearing off their shirts, revealing their dark and strong muscles, and launched a crazy attack.
"Puff puff……"
The sound of bullets entering the body echoed in the air. The bodies of several soldiers charging in the front shook violently, and then under the penetrating force of the bullets, their feet left the ground and fell heavily backwards to the ground.
Blood flowed out from the bullet holes in their bodies, staining the ground red.
But death did not make these soldiers trained by Mekale retreat. On the contrary, after seeing the blood and death of their own people, it aroused the wildness in their hearts to a greater extent, and they rushed forward even more frantically.
Several grenades were thrown from the hands of the Fula soldiers, drawing an arc and landing at the feet of the Marines.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!..."
Explosions sounded, and grenade fragments screamed and shot around, penetrating the bodies of soldiers one after another. The sound of shrapnel breaking through bodies continued to be heard, and Mekale's Marines were once again killed and wounded.
At this time, the Fula armed forces occupied the village and used the ubiquitous houses and bunkers in the village to engage in a fierce battle with the Gambian Marines. The advantage of the terrain determined that they had an absolute advantage in the battle. As the battle progressed, the Fula armed forces from other places continued to rush to reinforce.
The Gambian Marines had no choice but to break through the siege in the face of terrain failure and lack of reinforcements. This time, Mekale led nearly 500 marines to fight, which was more than half of the Gambian Marines. They could not call for reinforcements because the remaining troops had to take on the security of the capital Banjul Port and Yahya, and could not spare any extra troops.
"Assault! Keep on attacking!" Mekaler screamed wildly, and he pulled out a shrapnel from his abdomen, smeared a handful of blood on his mouth, and licked it with his tongue. There was a strange flame in his eyes, and his face was extremely ferocious.
“Puff, puff, puff… Boom! Boom! Boom!…”
The brave Marines launched a frantic assault without fear of death, but faced with the advantageous terrain, the Fula armed forces seemed very powerless. Soldiers were shot and fell one after another, and in a short period of time, dozens of bodies were left on the ground.
Mekale began to regret not burning down the village after the massacre, thus losing this defensive position. But it was not his fault, as no one had expected the warship to be attacked, otherwise such a problem would never have occurred.
"Da da da da da da..." A dull burst of heavy machine gun sounded, and the charging Gambian Marines were once again mowed down and could not move.
The Fula soldiers set up an old Maxim heavy machine gun at the entrance of the village, blocking the Marines' assault.
As the bullets were fired in groups, the Gambian Marines were bathed in a hail of bullets.
A Fula soldier climbed up onto the house in the center of the village. After climbing up, the soldier carried a rocket launcher on his shoulder and aimed at Mekale's position.
With a "boom", the rocket whizzed towards Mekale. At the same time, the rocketeer's head was pierced by a bullet and rolled down heavily.
Mekale, who spotted the rocket launcher, raised his gun and killed him without hesitation, then shot at the rocket, trying to blow it up in the air.
"Bang! Bang!..." Mekale stood calmly in place and shot with his gun. His eyes exuded a cold beast light, and he stood there like a god of war.
"Boom!" A burst of flames rose in the air, and the rocket was detonated by the warhead nearly a hundred meters in front of Mekale. Shrapnel flew, and the burning hot air rushed in all directions under the power of the explosion.
"Whoosh..." The heat wave rolled up the leaves and rolled up Mekaler's uniform trousers.
Mekale, who was standing there, had a hint of doubt in his eyes, but the doubt soon disappeared. It was not the bullet in his gun that caused the rocket to explode, but a sniper bullet from behind. He heard the sound of a sniper rifle on the other side of the river behind him, which meant someone was helping him.
"Lift up the corpse and continue the attack!" Mekale grabbed a corpse and blocked it in front of himself, moving forward step by step.
After receiving Mekale's order, the other soldiers grabbed the bodies of their companions and continued the attack.
"Puff, puff, puff..." The Maxim heavy machine gun continued to roar, and the bullets fired hit the corpses, bursting into one gorgeous blood flower after another.
However, the bullet was unable to penetrate the corpse after hitting it. This ancient Maxim heavy machine gun had poor penetrating power and immediately lost its effectiveness after the opponent used this method.
Hundreds of Gambian Marines advanced forward carrying the bodies of their comrades. None of them retreated because Mekale was right in front of them. As long as Mekale was alive, they had no reason to retreat.
"Boss, why are you helping Mekale?"
"Because he could easily dodge that rocket."
In response to his teammates' questions, Zhao Ziyang explained to them.
The rocket was detonated by Pandora's long-range sniper, which was considered a favor to Mekale. The reason was that Mekale was able to dodge the rocket, even though he was surrounded by soldiers and trees. If a man like Mekale wanted to survive, he would never be stingy with his soldiers. He would definitely use his soldiers to block the rocket for him, and he would avoid it smoothly.
The main reason was that Pandora's position just now was unable to lock onto Mekale. There were dozens of soldiers behind him, protecting his vital parts. Otherwise, this sniper bullet should have hit Mekale's head and blown it up.
"The Chinese are so troublesome." Omo muttered, but he had no objection. Fighting with Zhao Ziyang made him feel more comfortable than fighting with Black Hawk before.
When Black Hawk was around, they always had to use their brains, but Zhao Ziyang didn't need them to use their brains that much. You just had to follow orders and fight, and don't worry about the rest. This just fits the idea of Omo, a war maniac, so he was happy to accept it.
"Get ready to swim." Zhao Ziyang snapped his fingers and said to Omo, "It's up to you."
"Ga gaga gaga..." Omo let out a strange laugh, slapped the heavy machine gun in his hand heavily and licked his tongue. A bloodthirsty murderous aura emanated from him.
“Plop! Plop!…”
The group jumped into the Gambia River, letting the river water carry them across half a mile of land and water before swam ashore. They detoured from the west side of the battle zone between the Fula and the Gambian Marines, preparing to launch an attack on the Fula.
Pandora's sniper rifle never left Mekale, she was looking for an opportunity to kill this guy. After seeing Mekale's battle, they already regarded Mekale as a tough opponent.
The battle continued, and after losing hundreds of bodies, the Marines led by Mekale finally succeeded in breaking into the village controlled by the Fula tribe and began a real fight. The bodies they used to attack had already been riddled with holes and were thrown to the ground without mercy.
"Soldiers, charge!" Mekale let out a loud roar and shot at the Maxim heavy gunner with both hands.
“Bang! Bang!”
The machine gunner and the assistant machine gunner fell to the ground with a bang. After the enemy successfully broke into their presence, the heavy machine gun became completely useless.
Two Marines immediately replaced the two dead Fula machine gunners, turned their guns around and fired wildly into the village.
"Da da da da..." The bullets continuously fired at the weak house and the Fula soldiers hiding inside.
At this moment, Mekaler twitched his nose hard, and a look of deep suspicion appeared on his face. When he turned his face to the Maxim machine gun base, he finally showed horror and surprise: Explosives! The machine gun base stored at least hundreds of kilograms of explosives!
"Get down!"
After shouting, Mekale's body rushed wildly to the side. After running dozens of meters, he jumped high and pounced to the ground.
A violent explosion sounded like the roar of an ancient ferocious beast, the ground shook like an earthquake, the houses in the village began to collapse under the heavy weight, and the surrounding trees twisted their branches and leaves and groaned in pain.
“Boom!”
Flames shot up into the sky, accompanied by an earthquake-like explosion. A cloud of black smoke burst out from the base at the center of the explosion, supporting the black and red flames rising upward.
Time stood still, only the exploding flames broke free from the constraints of still time and continued to move forward.
When the flames rose to the top of more than ten meters, an extremely violent heat wave swept in from the center of the explosion, and all matter within a radius of ten meters was melted in this heat wave.
"Whoosh..." A strong wind blew up, and stones and shrapnel made a sharp roar and shot towards the surrounding Gambian Marines.
"Swish, swish, swish..." The shrapnel and stones hit the soldiers' bodies mercilessly. The fragility of the human body was exposed at this time. The soldiers in the innermost layer were immediately penetrated by The stones broke their bones mercilessly and the shrapnel easily cut their bodies.
After cutting their bodies open, they rushed into the woods arrogantly, kicking off the branches and leaves of the trees like a razor.
All this was not over yet. As the shrapnel and stones passed by, the most terrifying scene appeared: countless triangular nails covered the Gambian Marines, breaking through the air and singing a dirge of death under the air energy generated by hundreds of kilograms of explosives...
"Ah! Ah! ..."
“Ouch! Ah!…”
"Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!..."
The soldiers' wails rang out in an instant and then disappeared in an instant, leaving behind deathly silence.
The fields were filled with the bodies of Marines pierced with triangular nails. The countless triangular nails almost wiped out their entire army. Only a few survived. In this battle, the Marines led by Mekale were completely wiped out, and the Gambian National Army suffered an unprecedented heavy blow!
