Chapter 59: Racial Massacre

  In Basse Santa Su in eastern Gambia, another riot is brewing.

  The county government here is controlled by the Fulani, and in addition to the Fulani, there are also Wolof who live here with a population base similar to that of the Fulani. The two ethnic groups often have various small frictions, and in the past they have even carried out vendettas against each other, and can be said to be two completely opposing ethnic groups.

  As time went on, however, the Gambian civil unrest subsided and the two ethnic groups also stopped their vendetta after the agreement, living together in what seemed to be a temporarily peaceful coexistence.

  The Fulani people control the politics and military of Bassar Prefecture, while the Wolof people hold sway over the economy, operating textile mills, peanut oil refineries, farms, etc. Since it is not a coastal area, it can only rely on these crops and small factories for support.

  In comparison, it's poorer here.

  Yesterday evening, a group of heavily armed Fula soldiers suddenly stormed into a Wolof village, killing all the men in the village, raping all the women, and even sparing no little girls. After doing all this, the Fula soldiers set fire to the village, burning it down completely.

  It so happened that another Fulani soldier destroyed three factories of the Wolof tribe, rendering them completely paralyzed.

  It all started with the sudden death of a dozen or so Wolof soldiers, leaving their sabers pointing at the Wolofs.

  The Wolof tribe, having been attacked, did not want to let the matter rest and immediately launched a retaliatory raid on a village of the Fulbe people, destroying it in the same manner.

  They did even more extreme things, killing people and beheading them, hanging their heads high on trees. Men were castrated, women had their breasts cut off, and the skin was flayed off and worn on their bodies to show off their bravery.

  Decades of ethnic conflict erupted instantly, plunging Basra into chaos.

  Pandora watched everything that happened here with indifference, without a hint of normal human emotions in her eyes. More than a dozen soldiers from the Fula tribe were killed by them, and the knives were left there on purpose. It was too easy to create racial conflict in such a place.

  "Deputy Commander, aren't our methods a bit too despicable and cruel?" Scythe Hand looked at those Wuluo people covered in bloody human skin with some reluctance.

  He felt that this scene was a bit too cruel, and the cruelty was created by them, which was really inhumane. They fought and killed each other, but they would never be so savage as to skin someone alive and wear it on themselves after killing him.

  "Do you know why I'm willing to listen to what the Special Forces have to say?" Pandora asked Scythe Hand back.

  "Oh, Special Forces is the best among us, he's suitable to be the leader." Scythe Hand blurted out.

  "Do you know why he's suited for being a leader?" Pandora continued to ask Scythe.

  "Because we trust him!" Scythe Hand smiled, he trusted the special soldier, that's for sure.

  Scythe Hand smiled and Pandora also smiled, smiling particularly brightly.

  "So you'll never become a special forces soldier, because you don't have his long-term vision. If we are not ruthless, others will be ruthless to us, Special Forces once said that one general's achievement is built on the bones of ten thousand soldiers, history books are always written by the victors."

  The scythe-wielding man didn't quite understand the sentence, but he understood the current situation of the lurkers and what actions they would take next. These dead people were their stepping stones, sacrifices for the lurkers to move forward towards unprecedented glory.

  If they can't stand their ground in the world of mercenaries, they will be killed one by one, leaving no bones behind.

  At the same time, Zhao Ziyang's Briquemars was attacked by armed mobs, and within an hour, Briquemars was occupied by a group of armed mobs, who then slaughtered government officials.

  As the mob occupied the county government, other armed groups in Brikama also started burning, killing and looting, with ethnic killings, robberies, and the town of Brikama near the capital became chaotic and completely out of control.

  Central Sarakunda witnessed intense gunfire as two ethnic armed groups clashed over control of government resources after killing government soldiers, turning the area into a battleground; Mansakonko and Jorjor also experienced large-scale armed conflicts, with many villages destroyed, young men slaughtered, and women raped...

  Within this day, every part of The Gambia except the capital Banjul experienced varying degrees of rioting and ethnic killings.

  As the situation escalated, the fighting intensified, with almost all ethnic groups drawn into this sudden and unexpected civil strife, leaving the Gambian government reeling.

  But they were powerless to stop the internal strife, because there was not enough military force. Even with the navy added in, there were only over a thousand soldiers, and most of these thousand or so soldiers were defending the capital Banzur, with only a few hundred soldiers sent out to quell the unrest.

  Hundreds of soldiers in the riot were like a drop of water thrown into the ocean, and no sound could be heard.

  The President of The Gambia, Yahya Jammeh, was pacing back and forth in his spacious and luxurious office, making one phone call after another, issuing one directive after another.

  His first instruction was to lock down the media, absolutely not allowing any news of internal unrest in his country to get out. This directly relates to his 2006 election and issues such as attracting investment.

  This internal strife must be put down at once, otherwise the consequences will be unthinkable.

  Yahya Jammeh became President of The Gambia through a coup, and he knew what such a disaster would bring him. Not to mention the overseas observers for presidential elections, the lost money was unbearable for him.

  Mercenaries, this kind of thing can only seek help from mercenaries.

  Just then, Ye Haiya's presidential aide walked in. He was a black handsome man with an impressive physique and sexy lips, always one of Ye Haiya's favorite aides.

  "Mr. President, there is a group of mercenaries claiming to be sleeper agents outside asking to see you." The black beauty said to Ye Haiya with a sultry voice, twitching her sexy butt, never forgetting to show off.

  "Not in sight!" A flustered and exasperated Ye Haiya flatly refused, picked up the phone and dialed a number, urgently telling the other party: "Mr. Morgan, I am President Ye Haiya, I need your help, I need mercenaries!"

  On the phone, he didn't know what was said to him, but Ye Haiya's dark and anxious face relaxed, and his fat body also loosened up.

  He called for help from a South African private armed force, abbreviated as EO, which is a fairly powerful mercenary company and has them come out to ensure that there are no problems.

  "Hahaha……" Ye Haiya burst out laughing, the fat on his body trembling slightly under his white robe. He pulled over the assistant's hand, wrapping her in his arms and sitting her on his lap, sticking out his tongue to greedily lick the other person's cleavage.

  "Baby, no problem at all."

  "Oh......" The assistant's body trembled and hugged Ye Haiya's head, saying: "I know you're the best, oh...... the best......"

  It's the best, at least Ye Haiya is the best at this time. He excitedly pounced on his assistant, using the most primitive impact to relieve the pressure brought by the internal chaos.

  As long as the soldiers protect Banzhur, the internal chaos will naturally be suppressed by mercenaries, and he only needs to pay for it. After things settle down, he can come out and mediate, and this president will still be his.

  As for those lurking visitors and mercenaries who came to visit, he didn't even bother to pay attention to them, having his own eo mercenary was enough.

  The mercenary did visit Ye Haiya, it was Knife Edge's arrival. This kid just turned around and left after a casual tour. In Africa, finding a place where each country only recognizes South African private armed forces, the South African private armed forces monopolized the mercenary business needed by the governments of various countries, making it impossible for other mercenary groups to intervene, and they could only carry out rebel and armed factional missions in Africa.

  This visit was actually just a courtesy call to Ye Haiya, and Zhao Ziyang didn't plan to cut off his rice bowl in Gambia so easily. He had to wait, wait until Ye Haiya asked for himself before he could do anything, otherwise it wouldn't have any weight.

  The instigators of the Gambian unrest have converged, lounging comfortably by the seaside, basking in the sun and savoring seafood, as if the war in Gambia had nothing to do with them.

  It is also a fact that the place where Ban Zhuer is located is peaceful, this is Ye Hai's territory, and the fierce battle inside cannot shake it at all.

  Ye Haiya understood one principle: use stillness to control movement.

  But this way of using stillness to control movement is completely irresponsible behavior, but this irresponsibility is also a good strategy. When all the tribes are exhausted from fighting, he, who has the largest armed force in Gambia, can naturally clean up the remaining forces with ease.

  He is in a hurry to quell the internal unrest, which concerns how much money he can make. If foreign businessmen run away, other countries will not invest again, and he will lose out.

  "Hey, boss, I called the captain yesterday. Guess what? " said Knife, who was comfortably lying on a recliner wearing sunglasses: "The captain apologized to you, huh, looks like the captain knows he's wrong."

  "Sorry?" Omo touched a black woman's butt and said with an unbelievable face: "Knife edge, I dare to bet with you, if the captain says sorry, I'll pay you 10 million!"

  Will Angel say sorry? Don't be kidding, it's obviously Kou Feng trying to comfort Zhao Ziyang.

  But the fact is that Angel said that after the war, the village became a large-scale looting and killing, with the spearhead being the elderly women and children who did not labor. Then each opened war, and in the end, only a few survived.

  "The King of Gamblers never gambles with people who have lost everything." Knife Edge laughed mockingly.

  "Who did you say had their egg smashed?" Ao Mo sprang up, sitting up straight from the recliner and staring fiercely at Jian Feng.

  "Let facts speak for themselves." The sharp blade still didn't yield an inch.

  Ao Mo's face turned bright red, he glanced at Zhao Zi Yang who was secretly laughing, then he carried the black woman on his shoulder and walked towards the seaside resort villa.

  Before long, the wooden house echoed with the woman's unbearable moans. Although women are not afraid of being plowed, facing a physique like Ao Mo, no woman can bear it.

  "Damn it." Pandora cursed and stretched out a finger, muttering to herself: "From now on, Omo is not allowed to approach me within three meters, AIDS is terrible."

  Swoot and Scythe were lucky, each hooking up with a blonde woman who had come on vacation. After chatting for a bit, they set off towards the holiday home, arm in arm, looking like old hands at picking up girls.

  The blade's edge was getting impatient, and a blonde woman also ran over to chat him up, leaving Zhao Ziyang and Pandora alone to continue sunbathing.

  "Pandora, you're very sunny today."

  "Special soldier, you're the same, need to get more sun."

  The two continued to bask in the sun in silence, each lost in their own thoughts.