Chapter 92 I Will Help You
The Brikama Lurker Base has been repaired after working overtime, and the mercenaries have already moved in, but many of the facilities to be added are not yet complete, so for the time being it can only be used as a place to rest and sleep.
The base was built on a mountain, surrounded by green mountains on three sides, leaving only one exit to the south. It was a typical place that was easy to defend but difficult to attack. If all the settings were fully configured, this base would be as solid as an iron tunnel, and no matter you flew in the sky or ran on the ground, you would not be able to break in.
Since Zhao Ziyang was in a coma yesterday, the banquet to welcome him was held today. This banquet was proposed by Yahya, and he had to thank the lurkers for training hundreds of personal guards for him. With these guards, his personal safety would be guaranteed to the greatest extent.
Of course, the biggest credit here goes to Karen. After accepting a large amount of jewelry bribes from Gun Ghost, Karen liked the Lurker more and more, and often helped the Lurker speak on Yahya's bed. However, the Lurker's ability is also here after all. The personal guards they trained for Yahya are very strong, and they easily beat the original Marines in single combat.
Yahya was happy, Karen was happy, everyone was happy, including Mekale.
The banquet was held at a newly built military base. As the president of a country, Yahya was naturally inconvenient to come, so Mekale came to accompany him.
In accordance with Yahya's instructions, Mekale brought a lot of fine wine and meat for the lurkers. In addition to these, he also brought beautiful women of various skin colors for the mercenaries to enjoy.
The lights in the base were bright, and everyone was happily biting camel meat and drinking red wine. They held the beautiful girl in their arms, took a sip of wine, leaned over to kiss the girl's rosy mouth, or simply held the girl on their legs and began to caress her up and down.
Women and fine wine are the things that allow mercenaries to relax themselves to the greatest extent.
"Mekaler, why don't you let your soldiers party together?" Zhao Ziyang asked Mekaler with a smile, holding a glass of red wine.
"Mr. Special Forces, today is your feast. What we have to do is to ensure your safety and let you have more fun. Hahaha..." Mekale laughed, raised his glass and clinked it with Zhao Ziyang, then drank the red wine in one gulp.
Mekale's Marines spread out to complete the garrison across the site, replacing the Lurkers' sentries and letting the Sentinels in for the revelry.
Zhao Ziyang smiled with the red wine in his hand, shook the red wine in his hand, and looked at the red wine in the goblet that was as red as blood.
"Mekale, what does the red wine in my hand look like to you?" Zhao Ziyang asked Mekale, turning his head to look at his soldier.
When asked, Mekaler looked at Zhao Ziyang's cup, smiled and said, "Blood, blood as red as blood."
"Not bad." Zhao Ziyang smiled and placed the red wine glass between the two people's eyes. He continued to shake it and said to himself, "In fact, what soldiers need most is not strong liquor, but this kind of red wine, because it is more like blood."
"Hey, actually I think so too." There was a gleam in Mekaler's eyes and a bloodthirsty look on his face.
The mercenaries were still reveling, and Mekaler's soldiers were still standing guard for the lurkers. This was a good intention, and Zhao Ziyang would never refuse it. Although this kindness was full of murderous intent, Zhao Ziyang really looked down on this little trick.
Gambia, which has just stabilized its civil unrest, is carrying out a large-scale blood transfusion. It is now first strengthening control at the local level and will gradually move to the top level in the capital, Banjul.
In this turmoil, Mekale will naturally become the target of public criticism. His command errors and self-willedness have put the Gambian government forces in danger. Perhaps these accusations are weak, but Yahya's attitude towards him can make him smell something.
The cousins are not very effective in politics. At least Mekale and Yahya are gradually becoming alienated, and are being replaced by another force.
Perhaps he would lose his post as the Commandant of the Marine Corps in the near future, and become the Deputy Minister of Defense or some other position that was a promotion in name only but a demotion in reality. Mekaler was unwilling to accept this, and he had to work hard to keep his position, and to keep his position, he had to establish meritorious service.
This merit is the Lurker. He has to help Yahya get rid of his dependence on the Lurker. Only in this way can he gain trust and hold on to his power again.
"In this world where the strong prey on the weak, if you don't let others bleed, then you will definitely be the one who bleeds." Zhao Ziyang poured out the red wine bit by bit, staring at the blood-like wine flowing between the two of them, and said as if talking to himself: "The only way to prevent yourself from bleeding is to stand at the highest point, at the pinnacle of power."
Hearing this, Mekaler's eyes twitched violently. He heard something different in this sentence.
"What does special forces mean?" Mekale asked Zhao Ziyang with a smile, with a bright light in his eyes.
"Force! Only force can solve everything. I think General Mekale should understand this. Hehehe..."
"Yes, it is the use of force. Mr. Special Forces and I agree on this point." Mekaler nodded, watching the glass of red wine being poured out without a drop left.
Some things don't need to be said explicitly, just stop when you have said them. Zhao Ziyang doesn't understand politics, but he understands people's hearts and knows that no matter who they are, they are not willing to be stepped on by others. Mekaler wants to keep his rights, which is nothing more than the kind of desire that everyone has. He just helps Mekaler to magnify this desire and gives Mekaler a new pursuit.
Mekale has this pursuit, but he has no strong military force to help him. If he has the opportunity, he will not hesitate to realize this greater desire, or more accurately, ambition.
"Then what should we do?" Mekaler asked Zhao Ziyang, playing with his wine glass with his right hand.
"Everything depends on human effort." Zhao Ziyang chuckled, leaned close to Mekale and said to him, "You should have brought more than these soldiers, right? Your purpose for coming here is not so simple, right?"
This sentence made Mekaler reveal a strong murderous aura, which he couldn't hide at all. Yes, he brought more than these people. His idea was to catch all the lurkers at this time, but...
"I can tell you, if the cup in your hand falls to the ground, I'm sure your head will be blown up, just like the red wine on the ground."
Mekale's body trembled, and the murderous aura burst out completely.
"Look." Zhao Ziyang pointed to the soldiers brought by Mekale.
Following the direction of Zhao Ziyang's finger, Mekale clearly saw that some of the soldiers he brought were pointed at by guns, and some were pointing their guns at their comrades. When he saw this, his body shook again, and the cup in his right hand fell to the ground.
Mekale felt a palpitation when he felt the cup in his hand fall, but a hand had already grabbed the cup like lightning and put it in his hand.
"General Mekale, hold the cup firmly." Zhao Ziyang had a smile on his face, and there was nothing wrong with it.
"Haha, thank you, Mr. Special Forces." Mekaler smiled stiffly.
The difference between him at this moment and on the battlefield is huge. Perhaps when an excellent soldier enters the political competition, he will lose a specific part of his personality.
"General Mekale, you are too polite. In fact, I prefer dealing with real soldiers, and I hope that all real soldiers have the best future. Do you understand?"
The light words suddenly gave Mekale a wonderful feeling, as if the teacher was giving him a lesson, giving him a warm feeling in his heart.
"What do you mean?" Mekale asked Zhao Ziyang in a low voice.
“Hahahaha…” Zhao Ziyang stood up and laughed, patted Mekale on the shoulder and said, “I admire General Mekale’s daring style. I think Gambia will surely be able to move towards glory under the leadership of General Mekale.”
Zhao Ziyang’s words were very clear. He wanted to support Mekale to become the President of Gambia.
"No, no, no, don't say that." Mekaler glanced around and nervously whispered to Zhao Ziyang, "This is betrayal!"
"Betrayal?" Zhao Ziyang repeated the word curiously, and said with disdain: "History books are always written by the victors. Betrayal is just a definition given by the victors to the losers."
Mekale's face changed color back and forth, and it was unknown what he was thinking.
Perhaps Mekaler himself didn't know what he was thinking, but Zhao Ziyang knew that he had successfully watered the seeds of Mekaler's ambition. At this moment, these seeds of ambition were spreading and growing wildly.
Ambition, once it takes root, will be unstoppable.
"I will help you." Zhao Ziyang said this, turned around and walked towards the revelry group of mercenaries, cheering with them.
As Zhao Ziyang joined the mercenaries, Mekale's soldiers returned to normal, as if nothing had happened and it was just a joke.
But Mekale already knew that he had to cooperate with Zhao Ziyang, because some of these soldiers were willing to obey the lurker's call and forgot who they should be loyal to.
He had been very careful. He had been very careful not to bring newly recruited soldiers or soldiers from foreign legions with him, but he didn't expect that his own soldiers would still be bribed and infiltrated.
Money, everything is about money.
In Gambia, the purpose of serving in the military is to make a living and to earn money to support the family. While the Gun Ghost launched a monetary offensive against Karen, the foreign legion training with the Gambian Marines was also appealing to the Marines' inflated desire for money.
At first, Mekale agreed to let the foreign legion train with the marines, but he didn't expect that the infiltration would start from here. The soldiers' desire for money has expanded, and after getting promises and money, it is normal for them to rebel.
Perhaps it is a pleasant thing to cooperate with the lurkers, unlike the forces behind you, who always oppose your actions.
"Will you help me?" Mekale repeated this sentence in a low voice with a smile on his face, but the smile was extremely cold.
He knew very well what it would mean if Zhao Ziyang helped him. If he succeeded, he would have to give the lurker enough authority; if he failed, he would be a corpse that even a bunch of dogs wouldn't even look at. Everything depended on him.
The cheering feast was still going on, and the mercenaries were enjoying themselves in the ocean of wine and beauties. Some of them grabbed the red wine and poured it on themselves, while others simply carried the women beside them on their shoulders and looked for a house to vent their primitive emotions.
There is a saying that goes "live life while you can", and it refers to people like this.
Seeing the mercenaries going crazy, Zhao Ziyang suddenly felt that something was missing. Yes, Omo. This scene would be much less colorful without Omo. If he were there, he would definitely soak himself in a wine barrel and then carry the two women away in a savage manner.
But from now on, Omo will be a useless man and he will never be able to go to the battlefield again.
A faint sadness fell over Zhao Ziyang's head: Mercenaries are not afraid of death, but they are afraid of becoming disabled...
