Chapter 67 The Strongest Mercenary Group
"Get down, gaga gaga..." Omo shouted at Mekale.
Hearing the shout, Mekale immediately put his hands on his head and lay down, sticking to the ground and not daring to move.
"Da da da da da da..." Six gun barrels spewed out flames at the same time, making the front end of the Gatling gun feel like it was burning.
The whistling bullets passed by Mekale's body and swept wildly towards the Fula warriors, piercing through their fragile bodies and blocking their pursuit.
A six-barrel heavy machine gun can easily suppress all enemies within a 100-meter range. Its inherent rate of fire creates its powerful firepower, and it has always been equipped on helicopters. When this powerful firepower becomes a single-soldier weapon, the power it exerts is not comparable to a mob.
"Puff, puff, puff..." The bullet penetrated into the body of the Fula warrior. As blood splattered, the soldiers in the front row fell to the ground one after another.
When the soldiers behind saw such powerful firepower suddenly emerging from the woods, they gave up the pursuit and chose to crawl on the ground to avoid the fatal blow.
In a short period of time, the shell casings had formed a layer under Omo's feet, and from a distance it looked like the green grass was coated with a layer of gold foil.
"Run!" The loud shout came out from Omo's mouth again.
Hearing the shout, Mekale immediately climbed up from the ground with his hands and feet, staggered into the woods, and accepted Omo's help. At this time, he didn't care who the bear-like guy in front of him was. As long as his life could be saved, everything else didn't matter.
"Damn, look at how miserable you are, hahahaha..." A loud laugh came out of Omo's mouth. He picked up the seriously injured Mekale with one hand and threw him on his shoulder. With the other hand, he turned around and ran deep into the woods with a machine gun in his hand.
"Hey, guys, let me give you something new." The sickle-man shouted and gave a handsome smile to the Fula warriors who wanted to continue chasing.
Four tear gas bombs were thrown out of his hands. With a slight explosion, the tear gas in the tear gas bombs hissed outwards, instantly enveloping the Fula warriors.
“Cough cough cough cough… cough cough cough cough…”
The Fula warriors attacked by tear gas coughed violently, and they covered their mouths and noses desperately, but the tear gas still penetrated them. The taste of this tear gas is not pleasant. After inhaling it, people will be attacked by an unbearable spiciness, and their lungs will become stinging because they cannot bear this spiciness.
Then, due to the spiciness, I couldn't breathe normally, saliva flowed out of my mouth and nose, and my eyes that came into contact with the gas were so smoked that tears flowed and I lost some of my visual function.
The Fula soldiers who were attacked by tear gas were really confused. They desperately ran to an open space without the gas and wiped their eyes with their hands. However, their exposed skin and clothes were already covered with the gas. Rubbing their eyes only made their eyeballs more painful, causing more tears to flow, and completely losing their ability to fight.
"Retreat." Zhao Ziyang issued the order to retreat, and the group quickly moved eastward to escape the pursuit of the Fula tribe.
There is no need to continue shooting if the goal has been achieved, otherwise staying for even one more second may result in unpredictable changes on the battlefield.
Mekale, who was placed on Omo's shoulder, was still very stiff. The bullets on the three walls of his back from the waist upwards did not penetrate his body, but were blocked by the bones or muscles in his body. One of the gunshot wounds should have hit his lungs, which could be seen from the blood foam he coughed out.
"Ahem... Thank you, thank you. I will give you a lot of money, and a lot of beautiful women, ahem..." Mekale made a promise to the lurkers led by Zhao Ziyang, but his eyes glanced at the corpse next to him.
That was the corpse of an EO mercenary. He died in a miserable way. His entire body was cut into several sections by a sharp blade. Even his hard head was split in half. The white mixed with the red formed a sticky pink substance.
Seeing the corpse, Mekale turned his head away with no expression on his face, allowing the lurker to take them to a safe area.
Kerewan is relatively close to the capital Banjul. Going east, you will enter the territory of various ethnic armed forces, and not far west, you will enter the area actually controlled by the Gambian government during the civil strife. Mekale was seriously injured. A bullet was hit in his lung and embedded in it. If he was not treated in time, he would definitely become a corpse.
Zhao Ziyang would not let him die, he must let him live. Choosing to save him at the last moment naturally had a far-reaching purpose. If he died, who would reimburse Omo for the money for the bullets he fired?
The lurkers came here to control the Gambian government and President Yahya, and Mekale was a key figure. If Mekale was killed according to the original plan, he might not be trusted by Yahya. Mekale was a bridge, a bridge that Yahya had to rely on himself in the end.
The group waded across the Gambia River and entered the south bank, moving quickly towards Brikama . They made temporary corrections in the mountains and forests on the edge of Brikama to stabilize Mekale's injuries.
"Who are you?" Mekaler, who had lost too much blood, asked Zhao Ziyang weakly. At this moment, he no longer had the calm and tough look he had before, and he could only remain calm.
"Lurker." Zhao Ziyang spat out three words, glanced at Mekaler and asked him: "What is your relationship with EO?"
Zhao Ziyang gently shook the EO mercenary soldier card in his hand. He was very confused about the appearance of EO. It stands to reason that EO chose to give in under the dominance of the Gurkha Mercenaries. Since they gave in, they would never continue to interfere in anything in Gambia. They are mercenaries, and they have more credibility than the government in this regard.
But now EO has appeared, what is going on?
"Lurker... cough cough cough... I, I've heard of your name." Mekale coughed heavily a few times, took a deep breath and said, "This is, this is someone I hired personally, cough cough cough..."
While coughing, Mekaler covered his neck with both hands. This action was very natural, but Zhao Ziyang noticed it, but he just glanced at it.
"Don't talk. Your injuries don't allow you to talk anymore." Zhao Ziyang raised his head and directed to Dao Feng, "Give him an injection of antibiotics."
"I understand." Blade nodded, took out a tube of antibiotic and injected it into Mekale's neck.
"Huh..." Mekale took a deep breath, and all the muscles in his body began to relax.
"move on."
Omo carried Mekale and quickly headed west with Zhao Ziyang and others towards the capital, Banjul.
Along the way, apart from encountering a few small armed groups of poor people, no Fula forces were encountered. The Fula forces did not dare to go further west, on the one hand because the capital Banjul must be like an iron barrel, and on the other hand, it is certain that Yahya has sought help from Senegal at this time.
Gambia is located in Senegal geographically, just like a narrow strip of land cut out of Senegal's belly. For a long time, whenever Yahya encountered a crisis, he would always seek help from Senegal, either by sending soldiers to protect him or by asking Senegal to solve some problems.
Therefore, there are some Senegalese forces involved in the Banjul area, and it is precisely because Yahya often receives help from Senegal that he is able to suppress the large and small ethnic forces in the country.
They arrived smoothly at Sarakunda in the south of Banjul, joined up with the government forces there, and handed Mekale over to them.
Yahya had already known that Mekale's army had been annihilated, and he flew into a rage in the office, smashing everything that could be smashed. But now he couldn't go to find the half-dead Mekale, so he could only continue to think of ways to suppress this civil unrest.
"Idiot! Idiot! Bastard!" Yahya grabbed his hair and cursed angrily. If it weren't for the fact that Mekale was his cousin and had always supported his regime, he would have pulled out his gun and killed Mekale long ago.
The personal assistant standing nearby quietly watched Yahya venting like crazy. She did not try to comfort Yahya. With his conceited character, it would be useless to try to dissuade him. She could only let him vent on his own.
"Damn it! I'm going to wipe out the Fula tribe! Completely wipe them out!" Yahya's fat body jumped, and he fell to the table and grabbed the phone.
He just grabbed the phone and put it down again because he didn't know who to contact now. Senegal could only provide him with personal protection and would never send troops to help him; the EO mercenary group that he had always relied on did not help him at this critical moment for some reason. After thinking about it, he really didn't know what to do.
The remaining marines can only be kept in the Banjul area. If these hundreds of marines are lost, then Yahya's presidency will definitely not be saved. Whoever has the strength here can be the president, and those ethnic armed forces have long been ready to move.
Suddenly, Yahya's eyes lit up and he immediately recovered from his rage. He narrowed his eyes and paced back and forth in the room.
"Karen, was there a group of mercenaries coming last time?" Yahya thought of Blade who came to his house last time and immediately had an idea.
"Yes." Karen, the assistant, said to Yahya with her sexy thick lips, "They wanted to take this mission, but you refused."
"Find it! Find it! Find it now!" Yahya said loudly to Karen.
"But..." Karen looked embarrassed, spread her hands and said, "Where can I find it?"
There was no place to find him. Daofeng didn't leave any contact information. He was just going there for a visit.
"Ding-ling-ling..." the phone on the desk rang.
"I am Yahya Jammeh." Yahya answered the phone with a calm and steady tone, exuding an air of superiority.
In Gambia, he is the president, and he must maintain a presidential image except in front of his own people. Maybe some of the things he did gave people a sense of ignorance, but the fact that he was able to reach the position of president was enough to prove that he was a man.
"Mekale! Why don't you just die? My warship, my five hundred marines!" Yahya yelled.
The call was from Mekale, before he entered the operating room.
"Oh? Lurker mercenary?" The anger on Yahya's face disappeared, and he repeated the word "lurker".
"Are you sure they are the strongest mercenaries in the world? Are they stronger than EO?"
"Okay! Okay! Okay! Just rest and recover. I won't blame you. You are still my dearest cousin and my most trusted subordinate!"
After hanging up the phone, a smile appeared on Yahya's face.
"Looking for them. The Lurker Mercenaries haven't gone far. I want to have a good talk with their leader!"
"clear."
Kayla responded and immediately walked out to organize people to look for Zhao Ziyang and the others.
After Kayla left, Yahya sat at his desk and fell into deep thought. His face was full of solemnity, as if everything that had just happened was just an act...
