Chapter 65: Sudden Change

  Mekare was pierced by several triangular nails in his thigh, struggling to get up from the ground, turning his head to look at the corpses behind him and the seriously injured soldiers who were still alive and wailing in a pool of blood.

  Five hundred elite Marines were killed or wounded, and the blow finally brought a hint of despair to Mekar's face. He extended his move towards the crater with a radius of over ten meters, staring at the black smoke that was still rising up, snorting his lips, and walking forward step by step.

  Around the crater of the explosion, several pieces of burning clothing and rags were scattered, with flickering flames casting a faint blue glow; several blocks of unidentifiable human tissue stuck to the ground, covered in a dark black layer from the high temperature.

  "General... uh... General..." A soldier, whose upper body was completely pierced by triangular nails, struggled to crawl towards Mekare, seeking his help.

  The soldier struggled to climb, with fresh blood spewing from the corner of his mouth, mixed with shredded flesh flowing out of his body. He kept trying to push against the ground with both legs, but even he didn't know that his right leg had been severed at the knee, with several tendons exposed and dangling, still attached to a piece of mud-covered muscle.

  Mekalle, hearing the cry, limped towards the soldier with a rare look of sadness and pain in his eyes. He glanced again at his soldiers who were dead or wounded, sighed heavily, and slowly drew his pistol from his waist.

  "General... General..." The soldier's eyes showed intense fear, he stopped crawling forward and desperately kicked his legs back, trying to get away from Mekalle.

  Bang!

  A small hole the size of a thumb appeared on the soldier's forehead, scorching blood gushed down from his brow, and his eyeballs bulged out instantly, heavily falling to the ground.

  Mekalle, who had just killed the soldier, let out a deep breath again and threw away the gun in his hand, looking at the Fula soldiers appearing around him.

  "We've won!" Mekkar strained his body upwards, shouting loudly at the leader of the Fula tribe.

  There was no despair of failure on his face, but a kind of relief. The cruelty and venom had also disappeared, as if he was not afraid of the impending death at all.

  A group of soldiers surrounded Mekare in layers, raised their rifles at him, waiting for the leader to give orders to turn Mekare into a beehive.

  "Hahaha..." Mekare burst out laughing loudly, shifted his injured leg, and said confidently to the leader of the Fula tribe: "You can't kill me!"

  As he said this, Mekkar stretched out a finger and his face regained its usual arrogant expression. He had emerged from the despondency of just moments before in an incredibly short time because he was the commander of the Gambian Navy, even if everyone else died he would still...

  "If you kill me, then the time when your Fulani tribe will be wiped out is not far, the President will unite all the tribes to wipe you out."

  Mekalle, who uttered these words, strained to straighten his waist and showed a disdainful expression towards the Fulani people. He knew that his threat was completely effective, and once the president joined forces with other ethnic groups against the Fulani, they would really be on the verge of extinction.

  In Gambia, the Fula people control most of the administrative areas and often clash with other ethnic groups in order to maintain their interests. If President Yahya picks on them and makes promises to some other ethnic groups, the Fula will immediately be isolated. Only after the Fula are defeated can other ethnic groups take power.

  The leader of the Fulani tribe was a lean and gaunt black man, with eyes that emitted a fierce light like those of a wild beast. It was clear that he was extremely infuriated by Mekalle's threat, his right index finger consciously pressing on the trigger.

  But this action was stopped by a black man behind him. The black man whispered a few words in the ear of the Fulani leader, seemingly advising him.

  The face of the black man who stopped the Fula tribe leader was not very clear, his face was covered with mud and gunpowder, but his eyes showed a sharp light that did not belong to ordinary people. In addition, his physique was extremely strong, standing there compared to other Fula warriors had a taste of crane standing out from the flock.

  "Head, Gun Devil handles things pretty well, heh heh..." Omo smiled slightly, showing his approval of Gun Devil.

  Zhao Ziyang nodded in agreement.

  Gungho, a South African mercenary, played an important role in this operation. He was to lure the Fulani villagers out of their homes and then give Mekalle the opportunity to massacre the village, after which he would rush back to fight alongside Mekalle.

  Those caltrops were unexpected by the Fulani warriors, and the buried explosives under the Vickers machine gun was the idea of the gun devil; the sacks inside the machine gun bunker were filled with caltrops.

  Ghost is the only black operative, his special warfare skills allow him to infiltrate any African country at will. He also has a major advantage: he speaks at least fifty indigenous languages, including Fulani dialects.

  In Africa, ethnicity and tribe are sometimes simple: as long as you speak their fluent vernacular, you are one of them. In private conversations, they only speak in their own tribal language, and only use the official language when interacting with outsiders.

  Suddenly, the Fula chief became excited, shouting loudly in his mouth, and rushed to Meikale who was standing there with a fierce face, raised his gun and pulled the trigger.

  Bang!

  "Get down!"

  At the moment of gunfire, Gun Devil brutally knocked down the leader of the Fullbringer tribe.

  A soldier standing behind the Fula chief's body was thrown high and crashed heavily to the ground. As he was thrown into the air, his head burst with a loud noise, and his brains and blood splattered far away, staining his comrades beside him.

  Bang! Bang! Bang!......

  The sound of gunfire changed, and the sound of sniper rifles rang out one after another. With the sound of sniper rifles, one after another Fulani soldier was ruthlessly sniped, instantly falling down dozens. But these soldiers had no reaction at all, holding their guns to find the hidden enemy in the dark.

  This is even more conducive to snipers lurking in the dark, freely shooting at these bewildered soldiers.

  "Hmph! Hmph! Hmph!……"

  A burst of blood flowers in the air, sprinkled under the bright sunshine, giving people a gorgeous and bloody beauty. The dull sound of bullets piercing through the body is like a rhythmic note, adding a rich blood color to this land filled with fresh blood and death.

  After dozens of casualties, the Fulani soldiers finally came to their senses and rushed into the village rooms in a crazy manner, completely without any discipline, purely a mob. Their eyes were completely focused on the nearest room, which could only squeeze in tens of people at most.

  This resulted in congestion, with hundreds of people packed together, shouting loudly as they rushed towards the space that could bring them safety.

  Their crowding created more favorable conditions for snipers in hiding, resulting in greater casualties.

  "Bang!" An unusual sniper rifle sound rang out, the sharp bullet head broke through the air resistance and emitted a fierce whistling sound, shooting indiscriminately at the crowd.

  "Boom......" The muffled sound of the bullet head bursting open echoed with a long tone, and the bodies of four soldiers burst out with blood flowers, falling softly to the ground.

  After falling to the ground, they had not yet died, and looked at their companions behind them trampling on their bodies, trampling them to death.

  Snipers in the dark used armor-piercing bullets to reap the lives of Fula tribe soldiers at several times the speed just now.

  "Hmm...Hmm...Hmm..."

  The muffled sound of gunfire continued to ring out. If earlier it was just the blossoming of beautiful flowers in the bright sunlight, now it was the complete blooming of these death flowers under the scorching sun. Rows of soldiers fell down, hundreds were slaughtered in an instant, making every armor-piercing bullet fulfill its maximum purpose.

  "Hahaha......" Mekare let out a satisfied and cruel laughter, his eyes revealing a thick sense of triumph.

  It is clear that the hidden sniper was helping him. In areas surrounded by woods, where the Fula people did not have their own snipers and heavy weapons, the sniper was their nemesis, leaving them defenseless.

  "Rat-a-tat-tat..." Mekare picked up a rifle and pulled the trigger with incredible ferocity, unleashing a bloody massacre on the Fulani warriors in coordination with the sniper rifle.

  At this time, the Fulani tribe couldn't even afford to counterattack. To put it bluntly, they were just a mob, and the vast majority of people had not received formal military training, knowing only how to shoot guns.

  "Mercenary!" Pandora spat out the three words and put away her sniper rifle, crawling towards the direction of the sniper who was helping Mekalle.

  "Shua, shua, shua......" Zhao Ziyang waved his left hand to make a dividing gesture, indicating that the team members should split into two routes from the west of the village where they were located and head towards the east of the village where the gunshots came from.

  The sudden appearance of snipers disrupted Zhao Ziyang's plan, he had to take out these few snipers.

  Judging by the sound of gunfire, there were five snipers in total. However, these five snipers were not mercenaries who served as snipers in combat units. If I'm not mistaken, these five mercenaries simply carried sniper rifles and used long-range accuracy to help Mekalle escape. But that was enough; every mercenary was a shock trooper and a sniper, and the special operational environment required them to be familiar with the use of various firearms, including tanks, ships, and helicopters.

  These mercenaries did not discover Zhao Zi Yang and his men, they should have rushed over. Judging from their hiding position on the east side of the village, it is likely that they entered from northern Senegal or eastern Mali.

  Pandora's body glided through the forest like a ghost, silently and swiftly. Her feet were like a cat's thick pads, her toes barely touching the ground before her knees slightly bent to unload the force, then she sprang forward again.

  Zhao Ziyang, on the other hand, quickly moved his body forward, his body seemed lighter than Pandora's, but his light and airy body gave people a sense of a beast waiting to be unleashed, full of powerful bursts in coordination.

  As they skirted around the south side of the village and entered the forest on the east side, Zhao Ziyang and Pandora stopped moving at the same time and crouched down.

  The gunshot was just ahead, a sniper wearing a thick camouflage net pulled the trigger without hesitation. His face, full of oil paint, was filled with concentration, and his blue pupils shone with intense killing intent.

  Pandora lay down her body, using the grass to slowly crawl forward, her speed was very slow, so slow that even ants couldn't catch up. Her face had no extra expression, filled with indifference towards life.