Chapter 64: The Army's Annihilation

  The Gambian naval infantry, surrounded by layers of Fulani armed forces, contracted into a three-layered defensive circle. The outermost layer relied on trees to counterattack, the second layer used various shelters at the dock to shoot, and the last layer shrank together with Mekelle as the center, guarding the safety of Mekelle.

  "Charge! Charge!" Mekalle yelled, gun at the ready in one hand as he pushed aside the soldier in front of him and charged forward.

  "Bang! Bang! Bang!" Mekare burst out of the circle and charged forward on horseback, with his soldiers closely following behind.

  As the commander of the Marine Corps, Mekalle was like an African lion, firing a few accurate single shots with his rifle and killing several Fulani soldiers, then tearing off the upper part of his naval uniform with his left hand.

  With a ripping sound, Mekare's sturdy tunic split in two, revealing his upper body which was covered with scars. These big and small scars almost filled his entire torso, and there were seven or eight gunshot wounds alone.

  Against the backdrop of his injuries, Mekare's entire being seemed even more untamed and wild.

  A team led by a lion can only be lions and will never become sheep.

  "Rooooaaaar……" Seeing the commander charging forward on his horse, these marine soldiers let out a loud roar, imitating Mekkar's action by tearing off their upper garments to reveal their dark and muscular physiques as they charged forward in a frenzy.

  "Hmm...Hmm...Hmm..."

  The sound of the bullet entering the body echoed in the air, and several soldiers who were rushing forward at the front suddenly shook violently, then under the penetrating power of the bullet, their feet left the ground and they fell heavily to the ground.

  Fresh blood gushed out of the bullet holes in their bodies, dyeing the ground red.

  The possibility of death did not make the soldiers trained by Mekarre retreat, but on the contrary, after seeing their own blood and death, it further ignited the wildness in their hearts, and they turned to charge forward even more frantically.

  Several hand grenades were thrown from the hands of Fula soldiers, arcing over to land at the feet of the Marine Corps soldiers.

  "Boom! Boom! Boom!......"

  An explosion rocked the ground, shrapnel whizzing through the air in all directions, piercing the bodies of soldier after soldier. The sound of ripping flesh was constant as Mekalle's Marines were cut down once again.

  At this point, the Fula armed forces occupied the village and engaged in fierce fighting with the Gambian naval infantry using the ubiquitous houses, shelters and terrain. The geographical advantage gave them an absolute superiority in combat, and as the battle did not progress, the rest of the Fula armed forces from other areas came to reinforce them.

  The Gambian naval infantry was at a geographical disadvantage and without reinforcements, they could only choose to break through the bloody mouth. This time, Meka brought nearly 500 marine soldiers into battle, which exceeded half of the Gambian naval infantry, and it was impossible to call for reinforcement troops. Because the remaining troops had to bear the security protection of the capital Banjul Port and Yundou, they couldn't extract any extra forces.

  "Charge! Keep charging!" Mekalle let out a mad cry, yanking out a bullet fragment from his abdomen with one hand, smearing the fresh blood on his mouth and licking it off with his tongue. His eyes danced with an eerie flame, his face twisted in a grotesque grimace.

  "Puff...puff...puff......Boom! Boom! Boom!......"

  Brave marine soldiers fearlessly launched a crazy charge, but in the face of the Fulani armed forces with geographical advantages, they seemed extremely powerless. Soldiers fell one after another, and in a short time, dozens of bodies appeared on the ground.

  Mekare began to regret, regretting that after slaughtering the village, he did not set fire to the village with a single flame, losing this defendable position. But it's not his fault either, who would have thought that the warship would be attacked, otherwise such problems wouldn't have arisen.

  "Rat-a-tat-a-tat-a-tat..." A burst of dull, heavy machine gun fire rang out, and the Gambian naval infantry soldiers who were charging forward were once again mowed down in a row, unable to move an inch.

  Fula tribe soldiers set up an old Maxim heavy machine gun at the village entrance, completely blocking the Marine Corps' assault.

  As the salvo of gunfire rained down on them, Gambian naval infantrymen were caught in a hail of bullets.

  A Fulani soldier climbed onto the house in the center of the village, and after climbing up, the soldier shouldered a rocket launcher and aimed it at Mekale's location.

  With a loud "boom", the rocket projectile whizzed towards Mekalle, and at the same time, the head of the rocketeer was pierced by a bullet and fell heavily to the ground.

  Mikal, who discovered the rocketeer, did not hesitate to raise his gun and shot him dead. Then he raised his gun again and fired at the rocket projectile, trying to explode it in mid-air.

  Bang! Bang!... Mekar stood calmly in place, gun firing, his eyes exuding a cold beastly glow, like a war god standing there.

  "Boom!" A flame rose in mid-air, the rocket shell exploded about a hundred meters in front of Mekalle, its fragments flying everywhere. The scorching hot air from the explosion surged outwards in all directions.

  "Hmm..." The heat wave rolled up the leaves and Mekare's casual pants.

  A flicker of confusion appeared in Mekalle's eyes, but it quickly disappeared. The rocket grenade explosion was not caused by the bullets from his gun, but a sniper bullet fired from behind, he heard the sound of a sniper rifle coming from the opposite bank of the river, someone was helping him.

  "Raise the corpse and continue charging!" Mekare grabbed a corpse to block in front of himself, taking step by step forward.

  On Mekkle's orders, the other soldiers picked up their comrades' bodies and continued the charge.

  "Rat-a-tat-a-tat..." The heavy machine gun continued to roar, spewing out bullets that pounded into the corpses, bursting forth a bloom of brilliant blood flowers.

  The bullet head can only hit the body after being struck, and the penetration of this old Maxim heavy machine gun is not good. After the opponent uses such a method, it immediately loses its due effect.

  Over a hundred Gambian naval infantry soldiers pushed forward with the bodies of their comrades, not one of them retreated because Mekaal was ahead and as long as Mekaal didn't die they had no reason to retreat.

  "Boss, why help Mekalle?"

  "Because he can easily dodge that rocket."

  Facing inquiries from his teammates, Zhao Ziyang explained to them.

  The rocket was Pandora's long-range sniper shot, and it was a favor to sell to Mekare. The reason is that Mekare can dodge this rocket, although there are soldiers and trees around him, but if Mekare wants to survive, he will not be stingy with his own soldiers, he will definitely use his own soldiers to block the rocket for himself, and then avoid it smoothly.

  The main reason is that Pandora's position just now cannot lock down Mekalle, there are dozens of soldiers behind him, layer by layer protecting his vital parts, otherwise this sniper bullet should have landed on Mekalle's head, blasting his head to pieces.

  "Chinese people are really troublesome." Omo muttered, but didn't have any objections, and following Zhao Ziyang to fight made him feel more comfortable than when he used to follow Heiying.

  Black Eagles always need to think for themselves, but Zhao Ziyang doesn't require them to think too much. You just need to follow orders and fight well, don't ask questions or interfere with other things. This is exactly in line with Omo's idea as a war maniac, so he also happily accepted.

  "Get ready to swim." Zhao Ziyang snapped his fingers at Omo and said, "It's up to you now."

  "Hahahaha..." Omo let out a strange laugh, heavily patted the heavy machine gun in his hand and licked his tongue, a strong bloodthirsty killing intent burst out from his body.

  "Boom! Boom!......"

  A group of people jumped into the Gambia River, letting the river water rush out for half a mile before swimming ashore and circling around to the west side of the Fulani and Gambian Marine Corps' encirclement, preparing to strike at the Fulani.

  Pandora's sniper rifle never left Mekare, she was looking for an opportunity to take him down. After witnessing Mekare's fight, they had already regarded Mekare as a formidable opponent.

  The battle is still ongoing, after losing hundreds of bodies, Mekalle's Marine Corps finally broke through the village controlled by the Fula tribe, starting a real bloody fight. The corpses they used to break through were already riddled with wounds and were thrown to the ground without mercy.

  "Soldiers, charge!" Mekalle let out a loud roar, holding two guns and charging towards the Maxim gunner.

  Bang! Bang!

  The machine gunner and his assistant were knocked down, after which the heavy machine gun was completely out of action.

  Two Marine riflemen immediately took over for the fallen Furutaka machine gunners, swinging their barrels around to rake the village with wild bursts of fire.

  "Rat-a-tat-a-tat..." The gunfire continued uninterrupted, targeting the weak hut and the Fulani soldiers hiding inside.

  Just then, Mekalle wrinkled up his nose and a thick layer of suspicion appeared on his face. As he turned to the base of the Mark IV machine gun, he finally revealed shock and astonishment: explosives! The base of the machine gun had stored at least hundreds of kilograms of explosives!

  "Get down!"

  After shouting, Mekar's body rushed sideways and sprinted dozens of meters before jumping high into the air and diving towards the ground.

  A fierce explosion like the roar of a beast from ancient times shook the air, the ground trembled like an earthquake, and the houses in the village collapsed under the weight, while the surrounding trees twisted their branches and let out a pained moan.

  "Rumble!"

  Flames shot up to the sky, accompanied by an earthquake-like explosive roar. A cluster of black smoke burst out from the base of the explosion's epicenter, supporting a dark red flame that rose upwards.

  Time stood still, and only the flames of explosion broke free from the shackles of time and continued to move forward.

  When the flames rose to the top of several tens of meters, a fierce heat wave swept from the center of the explosion, and all substances within a radius of ten meters were melted in this heat wave.

  "Hsss..." The gust of wind rose, and the stones and shrapnel emitted a sharp howling sound shooting towards the surrounding Gambian naval infantry soldiers.

  "Hahaha..." The shrapnel and stones mercilessly pounded against the soldiers' bodies, revealing the fragility of human flesh. The innermost soldiers were instantly penetrated by these objects, the stones ruthlessly crushing their bones, and the shrapnel effortlessly slicing open their bodies.

  After cutting open their bodies, they rushed into the forest with great fanfare, kicking away a layer of branches and leaves like razors.

  But it's not over yet, as the bullet whizzed by, the most terrifying scene unfolded: countless triangular nails covered the Gambian marine corps soldiers, under the thrust of hundreds of kilograms of explosives, breaking through the air and singing a dirge for the god of death...

  "Ah! Ah!......"

  "Ahhh... Waaaahhh..."

  "Pffft! Pffft! Pffft! Pffft!......"

  The wailing of the soldiers rose and fell in an instant, leaving behind a deathly silence.

  The wilderness was filled with the bodies of marines pierced by countless triangular nails, almost annihilating them. Only a few survived, and in this battle, the marine corps led by Mekalle was completely wiped out, and the Gambian national army suffered unprecedented heavy losses!