Chapter 58 I Can Fight

  The main economic pillars of Gambia are agriculture, fishing and tourism, but the country's land area is too small, and this little economic product cannot meet the needs of a population of over one million, so to a large extent, the country has to rely on aid from other countries to survive.

  The reason for establishing diplomatic relations with Taiwan at that time was to establish diplomatic relations with the country of Taiwan, because it could get money from Taiwan, and Taiwan was its big brother.

  Gambia once said that if a war breaks out in the Taiwan Strait, they will unhesitatingly dispatch 1,000 elite Marine Corps soldiers to attack Chinese coastal cities, and only need to dispatch 1,000 Marine Corps soldiers to contain the war in the Taiwan Strait.

  Poor, you can't imagine how poor, plundering is everywhere, and peace is just on the surface.

  "Warriors, do you want to live a good life?" Ao Mo shouted in his hoarse voice at the villagers standing at the village entrance.

  Who doesn't want to live a good life with full meals? It can be seen from the eager eyes of the villagers.

  After what happened earlier, the villagers firmly believed that these people would bring them bread, bring them money, and let them eat their fill.

  Especially Bu Ku, after getting rich, he boasted in the village how good Zhao Zi Yang was, as if he had come to this place according to his true identity.

  As a result, the villagers were even more enthusiastic about them, and they even came up with two tables and several stools for Zhao Ziyang and his party to rest. When they saw An Qi'er and Xiao Ye Mao giving cookies and chocolates to the children, they became even more determined in their thinking.

  They are all good people, they have a kind heart, and are extremely good people.

  These Gambian poor people distinguish very clearly between good and bad people: those who can give them food are good people!

  "If you can take up guns to fight, I guarantee that you will have bread every day, not only bread, but also milk and eggs!" Omo continued to shout loudly.

  Bread, eggs and milk are things that villagers can only dream of. Normally they don't even dare to think about it, it's too luxurious, out of reach.

  "We're going to fight! We're going to fight! We're going to fight!" The villagers' voices thundered, they wanted to fight, they wanted bread, milk, eggs.

  "Hahaha... " Omar burst out laughing, waving his hands at the villagers and saying: "If you can storm into Burikama County and take down the government, then each of you will get 20 US dollars, a loaf of bread, and an egg."

  Several hundred villagers boiled over, prices doubled, and there were still eggs to eat.

  The villagers began to line up voluntarily, forming two rows of men and women, old and young. This time they were prepared, some holding wooden sticks, some holding long spears, and others holding hoes used for farming.

  There are just too many old, weak, women and children inside, giving people a very strange feeling.

  "Hey, you can't go." The knife-wielding man pointed at an old man with a hunched back and said to him: "This is war, there's no way for you to go."

  "No!" The old man stretched his neck and shouted loudly: "I want US dollars, I want bread, I want eggs. I can fight, I am a born warrior!"

  "Ah Wu, okay......" Dao Feng furrowed his brow and stopped talking.

  Let's just consider it a good deed, these guys are too poor, one more or less doesn't matter. Since they said they can fight, let them go, count as their bread and eggs.

  "I disagree!" Angel's voice suddenly came over, she walked up to Knife Edge and Omo and said loudly: "I disagree with any women, children and the elderly participating in the war!"

  Anqi'er was the captain, and if she disagreed, Tie Feng and Ao Mo couldn't say anything. The two of them helplessly shrugged their shoulders towards Zhao Ziyang, wanting him to suppress the captain's anger, otherwise Anqi'er would lead the entire mercenary group into a difficult situation.

  An Qi'er strode towards Zhao Zi Yang, her face covered with a loud rebuke: "Special forces, we want warriors, not these old men, women and children. Does that child look over ten years old? Alright, we are mercenaries, but being mercenaries doesn't mean we can cross any line. I disagree with you letting those people go into battle, absolutely do not allow it!"

  An Qi'er's words were heavy, after all, she was a woman and couldn't be as ruthless as Zhao Zi Yang. This is also why she was the captain but everyone in the team would choose to follow Zhao Zi Yang's orders first, not only because Zhao Zi Yang's military quality stood out more than them, but also because Zhao Zi Yang was more suitable for leading the current hidden agents.

  "Angel, this is not my problem, but theirs. They are going to war and can't be stopped." Zhao Ziyang explained to Angel, disagreeing with her opinion.

  "Listen up!" An Qi'er's face was icy cold as she gritted her teeth and barked at Zhao Zi Yang: "I order you to abandon this idea of yours, in the name of the team leader. Otherwise, I'll shoot you dead with one bullet!"

  A pistol was pressed against Zhao Ziyang's head, and the other mercenaries were stunned. Everyone knew about Captain An Qi'er's temper, but it wasn't right to point a gun at a special forces soldier, especially when they had a good relationship.

  Zhao Ziyang shook his head, gun pointed at his temple. He finally knew what it meant to have long hair but short sight. However, he couldn't blame An Qi'er either. She was born into a noble family and grew up in the aristocratic circle before joining the mercenary group. She didn't know much about the lives of people at the bottom of this world. With her limited understanding, she would think these people were pitiful, especially those naive and innocent children.

  "Angel, if you were to send them into battle now, I'm certain they would kill you immediately." Zhao Ziyang said with a bitter smile, facing Angel's gun.

  This principle is not that Anqi doesn't understand, but she doesn't understand much and hasn't experienced it. She was the best sniper and deputy captain in the team, and when Heiying was around, she was well protected. Maybe Anqi has seen many miserable scenes, maybe she was very cold-blooded during the war, but she is not clear about the psychology of people struggling on the line between hunger and death.

  If she stops the women, children and old people from going to war, then these people will not get US dollars and bread. Without US dollars and bread, they will starve and become discontented.

  Just now, letting them kill all the people in the factory was Zhao Ziyang's test for these villagers. In fact, it proved that these villagers are the best warriors in the world. These best warriors will kill anyone who hinders their making money and filling their bellies, not a single one left.

  "Zhao Ziyang, you're not human!" Little Wildcat added fuel to the fire, saying as she scolded Zhao Ziyang, her small mouth pursing tightly, with a look of hatred and contempt.

  Zhao Ziyang reluctantly ordered the troops not to fire at the elderly, women and children under twelve years old.

  After hearing Zhao Ziyang's words, An Qi'er's face improved a bit. She took two steps forward and wanted to say something to these women and children.

  "That woman, she won't let us go fight!"

  "It's that woman!"

  "Kill her! Kill her! Kill her!"

  A group of women, children and old people shouted loudly, picking up whatever they could in their hands and rushing towards Angie. Their faces were filled with anger and hatred, it was this woman who made them unable to fight, this woman wanted to starve them to death.

  A half-grown boy suddenly snatched a gun from one of Bukov's men and, with wide-open innocent eyes, aimed at Angel and pulled the trigger.

  At this time, Angie was stunned. She stood there, staring at the child who was still shorter than the gun, pointing it at her. Just a moment ago, she had just taken out a piece of chocolate to give to this child...

  "Bang!" "Rat-a-tat-tat..."

  At a critical moment, Zhao Ziyang raised his hand and shot the rifle out of the child's hands with one shot. The rifle fell to the ground and walked over, spewing out flames.

  "Quiet down!" Zhao Ziyang's face sank, and after quelling the villagers' riot, he walked towards the child, pressing his pistol against the child's head.

  Anyone who dares to lay a hand on Angel is an enemy of Zhao Ziyang's, no exception even for children.

  The little boy stared at Zhao Ziyang with a pair of eyes bulging out due to hunger, and said to him: "I will fire my gun, I can fight."

  "Not bad, you're a good fighter, but—"

  Bang!

  A gunshot rang out, a burst of blood splattered in the air, tracing a brilliant arc before spilling to the ground.

  Zhao Ziyang's face revealed a strange expression, he looked at his own pierced right shoulder, then at the pistol that had fallen to the ground, and finally at Angel who was holding a gun aimed at him.

  The hidden mercenaries had no idea what to do, they couldn't think of such a thing happening. Night Rose Anqi actually shot the special forces soldier, and it was a real gunshot wound, with real blood spurting out.

  "Special forces, I'm a person with a bottom line." Angel stared at Zhao Ziyang, her face icy cold, the flash of heartache in her eyes also covered by disappointment.

  They are mercenaries, not bandits, and certainly not murderous demons. If they have to kill even a child, can they still be considered human?

  Zhao Ziyang covered his wound and walked towards An Qi'er step by step, his face dark and terrifying, anyone could see that he was about to erupt.

  "Get out! Get back to Libya, get out now!" Zhao Ziyang glared at An Qi'er, gritting his teeth and telling the leader of the sleeper agents, An Qi'er, to scram.

  Anqi stared at Zhao Ziyang, she saw the fury that was being forcibly suppressed in his eyes, and for a moment fell silent.

  After a while, Angie turned around and walked away with big strides, leaving Gambia to return to the Libyan base of sleeper agents.

  Watching Angel's back disappear from view, Zhao Ziyang let out a deep breath and fixed his eyes on the little wild cat.

  "I'm leaving, I'm leaving, and you can't tell me to get out. You're a heartless thing, being with you makes me feel so ashamed." Xiaoyezi cursed Zhao Ziyang, took out an apple and bit into it hatefully before flashing away.

  After the two of them left, Zhao Ziyang turned his body around and glared at the villagers with a pair of eyes full of ferocity, saying in a low voice: "Women, children, and the elderly stay behind, American gold and bread will still be distributed."

  Everyone was delighted, and those women, children, and elderly were extremely happy, with smiles on their faces.

  "Hey, don't mind him, Captain's always like that. It'll be fine once we get back." Dao Feng walked over to comfort Zhao Ziyang.

  However, Knife's comfort was of no use, and Zhao Ziyang still had a gloomy face.

  "It doesn't matter if we kill that child, it's inevitable..."

  "Say something useful." Zhao Ziyang retorted with a sharp remark.

  "Cough, cough..." The blade coughed twice and whispered to Zhao Ziyang: "Boss, you shouldn't let the women, children, and elderly not participate in battle but still enjoy a share. That will harm them."

  Zhao Ziyang sat on the stool, staring at the wound that had stopped bleeding, closed his eyes and threw a piece of chocolate into his mouth and started chewing.

  He didn't know, did he? Angie's good intentions were not wrong, but he had to stop Angie's good intentions. These old people, women and children, they might not die in the battle, but if they stayed behind, they would surely die.

  Those who participate in the battle will be dissatisfied with those who sit back and reap the benefits, and under greed and ***, they will rob them, and maybe overnight, all the old and weak will be killed. In the face of survival, any affection is illusory, you can kill other people's women and children, but can you protect your own family's women and children?

  If they all participated in the battle, they might die, but those who survived would survive. In that case, there would be no jealousy and no robbery. A common thing bound them together, which could create their cohesion.

  Good intentions are not necessarily good deeds, and without insight into human nature, there is no right to speak. Perhaps this matter will make Angel understand deeper things, then use blood and life to tell Angel.