Chapter 61: The Black Hand

  A large amount of river water flooded the warships, and the drainage equipment was unable to keep up with the processing, leaving them helpless as three warships sank. The good news is that the soldiers did not suffer too much damage, except for a dozen or so unlucky ones who were sucked down by the whirlpool created by the sinking warship, the rest were fine.

  The river surface quickly returned to calm, but this calmness brought out a chilling feeling: hundreds of human heads floated on the river surface, slowly flowing with the current, the water was dyed red, and the skin on the necks of the heads was rolled up due to the blood being washed away, revealing a pale white color...

  The river water reeked of a pungent smell that hit people's noses, making them suspect they were in the blood pool of hell. The indescribable taste invaded their stomachs, causing them to churn and turn over, spewing out everything inside. Coupled with this intense visual impact, it was enough to make anyone instantly cover their eyes and mouth.

  Zhao Ziyang was no exception, he narrowed his eyes and stared at the heads covering the river surface, his throat moved up and down with effort, forcing back down the things that had surged up from his stomach. His nose involuntarily held its breath, resisting this unusual aura of death.

  He had never seen such a scene before, although his mercenary career had long made him a killer without batting an eye, but he was still very unaccustomed to the sight in front of him.

  "The more you see, the better." Pandora's voice came over, accompanied by Pandora's hand.

  She quickly pulled out Zhao Ziyang's wine bottle and unscrewed the cap, gesturing for him to take a sip.

  The strong liquor dispelled the aura of death, Zhao Ziyang tilted his head and drank half a jug of white wine, only then did he feel much more comfortable in his stomach, nodding to Pandora to express his gratitude.

  When he looked up, he found that not only was he unbearable, but most of the mercenaries also had similar abnormal reactions to him. The only normal one was Pandora.

  I really don't know what kind of battle Pandora has experienced, if I'm not wrong, the scene of that battle is even more cruel and barbaric than what we see now.

  "Fall back!" Zhao Ziyang forced out this word with difficulty as he turned around and retreated.

  A Mo and others immediately followed Zhao Ziyang's order and retreated into the woods, until they could no longer see the river.

  "Ugh......" The scythe-wielding hand opened its mouth and vomited, expelling all the food that had been digested in its stomach, even the bitter water was spat out, until there was nothing left to throw up.

  Dao Feng's face looked terrible, covering his mouth as if he wanted to vomit but forcing himself to hold on, sitting under a large tree, taking deep breaths of fresh air. But despite the freshness of the air here, there was still that hint of death and blood on the tip of his nose, which couldn't be shaken off no matter what.

  A Mo is very simple, taking out a wine jug and pouring white wine into his mouth to resist the adverse reactions of his body.

  Some scenes they had thought of before, but did not expect to appear in the present. It is hard to imagine how many people these Mecca warriors led by their own soldiers have slaughtered, and compared with them, mercenaries seem pure.

  "Damn it, these bastards are not human!" The blade that had been paused for a while suddenly let out a curse, grabbed a handful of leaves and put them in its mouth to chew, using the bitterness of the leaves to dispel the lingering taste.

  Barbarism, violence and backwardness are the most striking features of the African continent. This is what the so-called civilized world does not understand and is responsible for, even if they are mercenaries.

  Mercenaries get the job done with minimal effort. They kill with finesse, either through sniping from a distance or charging into battle. The adrenaline of the battlefield drives them to madness, leaving no time to think about the faces of the dead. Besides, the sight of death is terrifying and pitiful, but not as thrilling as hundreds of severed heads floating on the river's surface.

  "No, they are men," said Pandora, leaning against the big tree: "These people cut off their heads or sliced them off and peeled off their human skin because of fear."

  "Pandora, you must have done something like this before!" The scythe-wielding man said to Pandora, wiping the bitter water from his mouth after vomiting and taking deep breaths.

  Pandora smiled slightly at the words, neither affirming nor denying them. She stretched her waist lightly and showed off her well-trained, slender figure, casually unbuttoning her belt and pulling down her pants.

  Under everyone's gaze, Pandora calmly took off her combat pants to her knees, revealing two large legs wearing only one underwear.

  "Ah..." Everyone gasped in unison, but it wasn't because Pandora's legs were beautiful, rather it was because they were terrifying.

  Her two thighs showed a dark red color, with muscles bulging and sticking to her legs. The skin was shiny and it was clear that there was no human skin on her thighs at all, just a thin layer of membrane on the surface.

  The skin we usually peel off is not the real human skin, but the real human skin has a thickness of about 1 millimeter. Underneath the human skin is muscle tissue. What is meant by peeling off the skin is not just the outermost layer of keratinized cells, but this 1-millimeter-thick tissue. If it's just the outermost layer of keratinized cells, it will heal quickly, but if it's that 1 millimeter thick human skin, it cannot be regrown.

  Pandora's exposed legs were the ones that had been skinned, with dark red scars all over them. It was only then that Zhao Ziyang and the others realized why Pandora always wore long pants and never wore skirts like Angie or Ling Hu, she had suffered from being skinned.

  "I've done that sort of thing." Pandora smiled and nodded, "I was once overpowered by sixteen sturdy men. After they were done with me, they flayed the skin off my thighs. When I regained my freedom, I flayed them first, then castrated them, and finally beheaded them. Oh, and it wasn't just those sixteen people, but a total of sixty-eight."

  As she spoke, Pandora pulled up her pants and tightened her belt, smiling brightly as if what she was saying had nothing to do with her, speaking very lightly.

  "When I was being flayed, I realized why these people used such methods. They believed that without skin, a person cannot be reincarnated; without ***, the ghost loses its ferocity; cutting off the head severs the soul from the neck, eliminating any potential threat. So the savagery and cruelty here are based on fear, which over time has become their habit of killing."

  Several pairs of eyes were still staring at Pandora's legs, and those eyes emitted intense shock. No one knew what had happened to Pandora, including now they only knew a little bit. But Pandora undoubtedly made them feel admired and convinced, making it difficult for them to treat Pandora as a woman.

  She is a meat grinder and a real butcher among mercenaries.

  "Alright, let's get ready." Zhao Ziyang spoke up, signaling everyone to prepare for the upcoming battle.

  Dāo Fēng and others dispersed to find their own combat positions, while Zhao Zǐyáng rushed to Pan Dora, nodding his head again to express gratitude.

  Others didn't understand why Pandora did this, but he vaguely guessed that it was Pandora using what happened to herself to relieve her own stress.

  However, Pandora's kindness did not have much effect on Zhao Ziyang, because Zhao was not intimidated by Mekare in the first place. Although the composure shown by the opponent put some pressure on him, it was just a small stumbling block, and Mekare had to die, his existence would make his own plan difficult to implement.

  "Bang bang bang......" "Bang bang bang......"

  Across the river, intense gunfire erupted as Gambian naval troops clashed with another armed force. The opposing forces were the Fula people, who dominated politics in many areas and had their own ethnic-based armed groups. After the start of the inter-ethnic war, the Fulas quickly gained the upper hand, having an advantage over the Wolof in combat.

  This port, which is extremely rich in fishery resources, was occupied by the Fulani people who took advantage of their rights. The village at the port is a Fulani village, and the village did not suffer from the war because on the one hand, protective measures were taken, and on the other hand, this place is an economic hub for the Fulani people.

  But today's massacre of the Fulani village by government troops was unexpected, and the Fulanis could not have imagined that Yahya would turn against them.

  Yahya, sitting in the capital of Banjul, did not expect such a thing to happen. Normally, he would not have attacked the Fula people, on the contrary, he had some inclination towards them. The Gambia is his country and the Fula are the ethnic group that has been dying for him, they are his subjects or one might say, his house dogs.

  It's just that the problem has now occurred, and it happened under Zhao Ziyang's planning.

  That signal flare was not fired by the Fulani ethnic armed forces, but by the sniper of the lurking gunman.

  The task of the gun devil is simple, he uses the intelligence agency of the Wolof tribe to lure the armed forces of the Fulani tribe stationed here out, creating an environment where the Gambian government army can easily slaughter, and then it will be easy to watch the two sides fight each other.

  As for why Mekarle attacked the territory of the Fula tribe, it was Zhao Ziyang who pushed from behind. This has to be attributed to the role of money. It's simple: the naval officer who welcomed the eo mercenary group at first was bribed with one million US dollars. He used some events to provoke Mekarle's dissatisfaction with the Fula tribe.

  After all, one is military and the other is political, there will definitely be problems of this kind. Under provocation, Mekalle chose to attack the Fulani village without hesitation and slaughtered the entire village.

  If there were no Fulani, the power of Mekaale would be much greater than it is now. He could form more marine corps and spread throughout The Gambia. The Fulani, who control most regional administrative institutions and have their own local armed forces, are undoubtedly a stumbling block. Moreover, if the Fulani's armed forces can be defeated, it will also be good news for President Yahya.

  With subtle relationships pulling strings from behind, Mekarre took the initiative without hesitation and chose to make a move on the Fula tribe first.

  The current situation has put Mekalle at a disadvantage, they are surrounded by the Furah tribe's armed forces, which are twice as strong as their own, and are layered on the dock.

  Three warships were sunk, which was a heavy blow to Meka and even the whole Gambia. To know that there are only four warships in the whole Gambia. The three warships that came out this time were completely wiped out. If they didn't defeat the Fulani people, they would have no way to explain to Ye Haichuan.

  Unbeknownst to them, the Gambian government army was completely drawn into the civil war under Zhao Ziyang's black hand and began a life-and-death struggle with the Fulani tribe, which had the strongest forces.

  This is what Zhao Ziyang needs, whoever survives will be a good thing for him, of course, he doesn't mind secretly sniping and maintaining the disadvantage of the government army. Now the hidden ones just need to wait, waiting for Mekalle's government army to fall into a great crisis.

  The hidden visitor is here to make friends, and since making friends, it's much better to send charcoal in snowy weather than to add flowers to the brocade mountain.

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