Chapter 65 Changes
With several triangular nails piercing his thigh, Mekale struggled to get up from the ground and turned his head to look at the corpses behind him and the seriously injured soldiers lying in a pool of blood and wailing.
Five hundred elite Marines were killed or wounded, and this blow finally brought a hint of despair to Mekale's face. He moved his body toward the crater with a radius of more than ten meters, staring at the black smoke still rising up, moving his lips, and moving forward step by step.
A few pieces of burning cloth were scattered around the crater at the center of the explosion, with dancing flames flickering and emitting a faint blue glow; a few pieces of tissue that were not known where in the human body lay there sticky, covered in a dark black color due to the high temperature.
"General... uh ... General..." A soldier whose upper body was completely pierced and torn by triangular nails struggled to crawl towards Mekale, trying to seek Mekale's help.
The soldier climbed up with great effort, spitting blood from the corner of his mouth, mixed with the broken flesh from his body. He kept trying to push the ground with his legs, but he himself didn't know that his right leg was cut off at the knee, and the tendons in his thigh were stretched out long, with half a piece of muddy muscle hanging from the tendons.
Hearing the cry, Mekale limped towards the soldier, his eyes revealing a rare sadness and pain. He once again glanced at his numerous dead and wounded soldiers, looked up to the sky, sighed deeply, and slowly pulled out a pistol from his waist.
"General... General..." There was deep fear in the soldier's eyes. He stopped crawling forward and instead stepped back desperately, trying to avoid Mekale.
"boom!"
A bullet hole the size of a little finger appeared on the soldier's forehead. Hot blood flowed down from his brow. His eyeballs bulged outward in an instant and he fell heavily to the ground.
After killing the soldier, Mekale sighed again, threw away the gun in his hand and looked at the Fula soldiers who appeared around him.
"You won!" Mekale struggled to stand up and nodded to the leader of the Fula tribe and said loudly.
There was no frustration from failure on his face, but instead a sense of relief. The viciousness and cruelty had also disappeared, and he seemed to have no fear of the impending death at all.
A group of soldiers surrounded Mekale, pointed their rifles at him, and waited for the leader to give the order to shoot Mekale like a hornet's nest.
“Hahahaha…” Mekale laughed loudly, moved his injured leg, and said to the Fula leader confidently: “You can’t kill me!”
When he said this, Mekale raised a finger, and his face showed an arrogant expression again. He got over the loss in a short time, because he was the commander of the Gambia Navy, even if all the people died, he was still there.
“If you kill me, the time for your Fula tribe to be exterminated is not far away. The president will unite all the tribes to wipe you out.”
Mekale straightened his back and threatened the Fula tribe with a disdainful expression. He knew that his threat was completely effective. Once the president joined forces with other races to attack the Fula tribe, the Fula tribe would be on the verge of extinction.
In Gambia, the Fula people control the administration of most areas. In the process of management, they often have disputes with other ethnic groups in order to protect the interests of the Fula people. If President Yahya stirs up trouble and makes promises to other ethnic groups, the Fula people will immediately fall into a state of fighting alone. Only when the Fula people are defeated can other ethnic groups come to the fore and gain power.
The Fula leader was a skinny black man with a beast-like fierceness in his eyes. It was obvious that he was very angry about Mekale's threat, and his right index finger was consciously pressing on the trigger.
But this action was stopped by a black man behind him, who whispered a few words in the ear of the Fula leader, as if trying to persuade him.
The face of the black man who stopped the Fula leader was not very clear. His face was covered with dirt and smoke, but his eyes showed a brilliance that was not ordinary. In addition, he was very strong and stood out from the other Fula warriors.
"Boss, Gun Ghost does a good job, hehe..." Omo smiled to express his approval of Gun Ghost.
Zhao Ziyang nodded and expressed his approval .
Gun Ghost, a mercenary from South Africa, played an important role in this operation. He wanted to lure out the Fula people stationed here, and then give Mekale a chance to massacre the village, and then rush to fight with Mekale.
Those triangular nails were something the Fula warriors had never thought of; burying explosives under the Maxim heavy machine gun was the gun ghost's idea; the sacks on the inside of the machine gun bunker were filled with triangular nails.
Gun Ghost is the only black person in the Lurkers for the time being. His special operations skills allow him to sneak into any African country at will. He also has a biggest advantage: he is proficient in at least 50 indigenous languages, and the Fula dialect is exactly what he is proficient in.
Sometimes the races and tribes in Africa are very simple. As long as you can speak their dialect fluently, you are one of them. In private, people speak their own tribal dialect, and only speak the official language when they are outside.
Suddenly, the Fula leader became excited, yelling loudly, and pulled the trigger of his gun at Mekale who was standing there with an arrogant look on his face.
"boom!"
"Get down!"
At the moment of firing, the gun ghost violently knocked the Fula leader to the ground.
The body of a soldier standing behind the Fula leader was thrown high into the air and fell heavily to the ground. While being thrown in the air, his head exploded, and brain matter and blood splattered far away, staining his companions next to him.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!..."
The sound of sniper rifles rang out one after another. With the sound of sniper rifles, one after another Fula soldiers were ruthlessly sniped and killed, and dozens of them fell in an instant. But these soldiers did not react at all, holding their guns to look for the enemies hiding in the dark.
This makes it easier for snipers in the dark to kill these confused soldiers.
"Puff puff!……"
Flowers of blood bloomed in the air, sprinkled in the bright sunshine, giving people a gorgeous and enchanting bloody beauty. The muffled sound of bullets penetrating the body was like a rhythmic note, adding a rich blood color to this area full of blood and death.
After sacrificing dozens of bodies, the Fula soldiers finally woke up and rushed to the rooms in the village frantically, without any rules at all, just a mob. Their eyes were completely focused on the nearest room, which could only squeeze in a few dozen people at most.
This directly caused congestion, with hundreds of people huddled together, shouting and running towards a space that could bring them safety.
Their crowding created more favorable conditions for snipers in the dark, causing greater casualties.
"Bang!" A sound different from that of a sniper rifle was heard. The long and pointed bullet broke through the obstruction of the air, making a ferocious whistling sound and shot towards the crowd inaccurately.
"Puff..." The muffled sound of the bullet breaking through the flesh was heard in a long tone, and the four soldiers' bodies burst into blood and fell limply to the ground.
After falling to the ground, they were still breathing hard as they watched their companions behind them trample on them and kill them.
The sniper in the dark used armor-piercing bullets and killed the Fula soldiers at a speed several times faster than before.
"Puff puff……"
The muffled sound continued to be heard. If just now it was just a bunch of gorgeous flowers blooming under the bright sunshine, then now it was the flower of death that was fully blooming under the scorching sun. Rows of soldiers fell down, and more than half of the hundreds of people were slaughtered in an instant, making every armor-piercing bullet play its maximum role.
"Hahahaha..." Mekaler let out a satisfying and cruel laugh, his eyes revealing a strong confidence of victory.
Obviously , the sniper in the dark was helping him. In an area surrounded by trees, when the Fula tribe did not have their own snipers and heavy weapons, the sniper was their death, making them defenseless.
"Da da da..." Mekale picked up a rifle and pulled the trigger at the Fula warriors fiercely. He cooperated with the sniper rifle to launch a bloody massacre of the Fula people.
At this time, the Fula people had no time to fight back. After all, they were just a group of rabble. It could even be said that most of them had never received formal military training and only knew how to shoot.
"Mercenary!" Pandora uttered these three words, put away her sniper rifle and moved towards the sniper who was helping Mekale.
"Swish, swish, swish..." Zhao Ziyang waved his left hand and made a dividing gesture, signaling the team members to split into two groups from the west of the village and head towards the east end of the village where the gunshots came from.
The sudden appearance of snipers disrupted Zhao Ziyang's plan, and he had to kill these snipers.
Judging from the gunshots, there were five snipers in total, but these five snipers were not the mercenaries in the combat team who were responsible for sniping. If I guessed correctly, these five mercenaries only used sniper rifles to help Mekale escape with long-range precision sniping. But this was enough. Every mercenary was an assaulter and a sniper. The special combat environment required them to be familiar with the use of various guns, including driving tanks, ships, and helicopters.
These mercenaries did not notice the presence of Zhao Ziyang and his men, so they must have rushed over. Judging from their hiding place in the east of the village, they must have entered from northern Senegal or eastern Mali.
Pandora's body moved quickly and silently through the woods like a ghost. Her feet were like a cat's thick pads. As soon as the forefoot touched the ground, her knees bent slightly to relieve the force, and then she bounced forward again.
Zhao Ziyang moved his body quickly and rushed forward. His body seemed lighter than Pandora, but his light body gave people a feeling of being a wild beast ready to go, full of coordinated and powerful burst.
The moment they passed the south side of the village and entered the woods on the east side, Zhao Ziyang and Pandora stopped and squatted at the same time.
The sound of gunfire was just ahead, and a sniper wearing a thick camouflage net pulled the trigger without hesitation. His painted face was full of concentration, and his blue pupils were filled with murderous intent.
Pandora lay down and slowly climbed forward with the help of the grass. Her speed was very slow, so slow that even an ant could not outrun her. There was no extra expression on her face, full of indifference to life.
