Chapter 65: The Strongest Mercenary Corps

  "Get down, ga ga ga ga......" Omo Chomeka shouted loudly.

  Upon hearing the shout, Mekalle immediately covered her head with both hands and lay down on the ground, sticking tightly to it without daring to move.

  "Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat..." Six barrels of the Gatling gun simultaneously spewed out flames, giving the front end a burning sensation.

  The whirring bullet head stuck to Mekalle's body and swept wildly at the Fula warriors, piercing their fragile bodies and stopping them from pursuing.

  A single M134 minigun can easily suppress all enemies within a 100-meter radius, its inherent rate of fire making it a formidable force that has always been mounted on helicopters as a firepower configuration. When such powerful firepower becomes a personal weapon, the power it unleashes is not something that a ragtag group can match.

  "Boom boom boom..." The bullet penetrated the body of the Fula warrior, and with the blooming of blood flowers, the soldiers in the front row fell to the ground one after another.

  The soldiers behind saw the sudden emergence of such a strong firepower in the forest, and they all gave up their pursuit, choosing to lie down on the ground and avoid the fatal blow.

  In a short time, shell casings had already covered the ground under Omo's feet, looking from afar as if a layer of gold leaf had been applied to the green grass.

  "Run!" The loud cry came from Omo's mouth once again.

  Mekare, hearing the sound of drinking, immediately got up from the ground with his hands and feet, stumbled into the forest, and accepted Omo's rescue. At this time, he didn't care who the dog-like guy in front of him was, as long as he could save his life, everything else was unimportant.

  "Damn, look at you, hahaha..." A loud laughter came from Omo's mouth, he picked up the heavily injured Mekaru and threw him over his shoulder with one hand, while holding a machine gun in the other, turning to run deep into the forest.

  "Hey, buddies, here's a little something new for you." Scythe Hand shouted, flashing a dashing smile at the Fula warriors who were about to continue their pursuit.

  Four tear gas canisters were thrown from his hands, accompanied by a faint explosion sound, the tear gas inside the canisters hissed and sprayed outwards, instantly enveloping the Fula warriors.

  "Cough...cough...cough...cough..."

  Fulani warriors who were attacked by tear gas let out loud coughs, desperately covering their mouths and noses, but the tear gas that surrounded them still penetrated mercilessly. The smell of this tear gas was unbearable, and when inhaled, it would be invaded by an intolerable pungency, causing the lungs to ache from being unable to withstand the pungency.

  Then comes the intense spiciness that makes it hard to breathe normally, with saliva flowing out of the mouth and nose, eyes that have come into contact with the gas streaming with tears, and partial loss of vision.

  The Fulani soldiers who were attacked by tear gas were really messed up, they desperately ran to the empty space without such gas, and rubbed their eyes with both hands. But the skin and clothes outside had already been stained with this gas, after rubbing their eyes, it would only make their eyeballs more painful, tears flowing more, completely losing combat effectiveness.

  "Fall back." Zhao Ziyang gave the order to retreat, and the group quickly moved eastward, shaking off the pursuit of the Fula tribe.

  Once the goal is achieved, there is no need to continue shooting. Otherwise, staying one more second may lead to unpredictable changes on the battlefield.

  Mekahlo, still very stiff on Omar's shoulder, had three entry wounds in his back from the waist up, none of which penetrated far enough to exit his body, being stopped by bone or muscle. One gunshot wound was likely a lung shot, as evidenced by the bloody foam he coughed up.

  "Cough, cough, cough... Thank you, thank you, I'll give you a lot of money and many beautiful women, cough, cough, cough..." Mekare made a promise to the infiltrators led by Zhao Ziyang, but his eyes darted towards the corpse beside him.

  That was the corpse of a mercenary, with a gruesome death posture. The entire body had been cut into several segments by sharp blades, and even the hard skull had been split in half. White and red mixed together to form a thick pink paste.

  Mekalle, seeing the corpse, turned his head around, with no expression on his face, and let the infiltrators take them to a safe area.

  Kailahun is closer to the capital Bo, heading east enters the territory of various ethnic armed groups, and heading west not far away enters the actual control area of the Gambian government in the civil strife. Mekalle's injury was severe, with a bullet lodged in his lung, if he didn't receive timely treatment, he would definitely become a corpse.

  Zhao Ziyang won't let him die, he must be kept alive. Choosing to save him at the last minute naturally has profound implications; if he died, who would reimburse Oumo for the bullets he fired?

  The infiltrators came here to control the Gambian government, to control President Yahya Jammeh, and Mekaal is a key figure in this. If Mekaal had been killed according to the original plan, it's not certain that he would have gained Jammeh's trust, Mekaal was a bridge, a bridge that Jammeh had to rely on in the end.

  A group of people crossed the Gambia River to the south bank, quickly advancing towards Brikama, and temporarily halted in the mountain forest on the outskirts of Brikama to stabilize Mekelle's injuries.

  "Who are you?" Mekalle, who had lost too much blood, weakly asked Zhao Ziyang, at this time he no longer had his previous calm and fierce appearance, and could only be quiet.

  "Lurker." Zhao Ziyang spat out three words and looked at Mekare with a questioning gaze: "What's your relationship with Eo?"

  The mercenary soldier's card was held in Zhao Ziyang's hand, gently swaying back and forth. He was puzzled by eo's appearance. Logically speaking, under the strong influence of the Gurkha Mercenary Corps, eo should have chosen to concede, and since they had conceded, they would absolutely not continue to interfere with any matters in Gambia. They were mercenaries, and in this regard, they were much more credible than the government.

  But now eo has appeared, what's going on?

  "Lurkers... Cough, cough, cough... I, I've heard your names." Mekaru coughed heavily several times, gasping for air as he said: "This is, this is my personal employment, cough, cough, cough..."

  While coughing, Meikale covered her neck with both hands. This action was very natural, but it was caught in Zhao Ziyang's eyes, and he just swept a glance over it.

  "Don't speak, your injuries don't allow you to talk anymore." Zhao Ziyang nodded and ordered the scalpel: "Give him an antibiotic injection."

  "Understood." The blade nodded and pulled out an antibiotic injection, jabbing it into Mekalle's neck.

  "Ah..." Mekalle took a deep breath and his muscles began to relax.

  "Keep moving forward."

  Aumo led Mekalle and others, including Zhao Ziyang, in a rapid westward advance towards the capital Banzur.

  Along the way, except for encountering a few small armed groups composed of poor people, no Fulani forces were encountered. The Fulani forces did not dare to continue westward, on the one hand because the capital Banzur was definitely like an iron barrel, and on the other hand it can be confirmed that Yahya had already sought help from Senegal at this time.

  The Gambia is geographically surrounded by Senegal, like a narrow strip carved out of the belly of Senegal. For a long time, Yahya Jammeh has sought help from Senegal whenever he encountered a crisis, either by sending soldiers to protect him or by helping to resolve some issues.

  So Banjul and its surroundings still have some Senegalese forces, which is why Yahya can often get help from Senegal to calm down the big and small ethnic forces at home.

  Smoothly arrived at Sarakunda in southern Banjul and handed over Meka to the government army after completing the convergence with the local government army.

  At this time, Ye Haiya already knew the news of Meikaer's complete defeat. He was furious in his office and smashed everything that could be smashed. But now he couldn't go find the half-dead Meikaer, so he had to continue thinking of a way to suppress this internal strife.

  "Idiot! Moron! Bastard!" Ye Haiya grabbed his hair and let out a furious curse. If Mekalle weren't his own cousin, who had always supported his regime, he would have long since pulled out his gun and shot him dead.

  The personal assistant standing beside quietly watched Ye Haiya venting crazily there, she didn't go to comfort Ye Haiya, with Ye Haiya's arrogant personality whoever tried to stop him would be useless, could only let him finish venting.

  "My god, I'm going to exterminate the Fulani tribe! Completely wipe them out!!!" Ye Haiya's fat body bounced up and down as he rushed over to the desk and grabbed the phone.

  The phone had just been grasped in his hand and was put down again, because he didn't know who to look for now. Senegal can only provide him with personal protection and will not help him deploy troops; the mercenary group that has always relied on eo does not know why it is no longer helping him at this critical moment, thinking about what to do is really a headache.

  The remaining marines can only be gathered in the vicinity of Banzhur, if they lose these hundreds of marines, then Ye Haiya's presidency will not last. Here, whoever has the power can become president, and those ethnic armed forces have been eager to move for a long time.

  Suddenly, Ye Haiya's eyes lit up, and he immediately recovered from his rage. He narrowed his eyes and paced back and forth in the room.

  "Kaylen, wasn't there a mercenary who came last time?" Ye Haiya recalled the knife edge that had come to his door last time and immediately had an idea.

  "Yes." Called Karen's life assistant lightly opened her thick and sexy lips to Ye Haiya: "They want to take on this task, but were rejected by you."

  "Find! Find it right away!" Ye Haiya shouted at Kaylene.

  "But...where are we going to find it?" Karen said with a helpless expression, spreading her hands apart.

  There was no place to look for him, Knife Edge didn't leave any contact information, he just left.

  "Ring...ring...ring..." The phone on the office desk rang.

  "I'm Ye Haiya. Jia Mei." The voice on the other end of the phone was calm and composed, exuding an air of superiority.

  In Gambia, he is the president and must maintain a presidential image except in front of his own people. Perhaps some things he does give off an air of ignorance, but being able to walk into the position of president should be enough proof that he is somebody.

  "McCall! Why don't you die?! My warship, my 500 marine soldiers!!!" Ye Haiya shouted loudly.

  The call was from Mekahlo, made before entering the operating room.

  "Oh? Lurker Mercenary?" The anger on Ye Haiya's face disappeared, and he repeated the word "Lurker" in his mouth.

  "Are you sure they're the strongest mercenaries in the world? Are they even more formidable than EO?"

  "Alright! Alright! Alright! You take care of your injuries and don't worry, I won't blame you. You're still my closest nephew and most trusted subordinate!"

  Yehaiya's face broke into a smile as he hung up the phone.

  "Find out, those mercenary lurking around haven't gone far, I want to have a good talk with their leader!"

  "I understand."

  Kai La responded and immediately walked out of the door to organize people to search for Zhao Zi Yang and the others.

  Ye Haiya sat at his desk after Keira left, lost in thought. His face was filled with a heavy expression, as if everything earlier had been an act...