"Get down, quack quack..." Omo shouted at Mekal.

When he heard the shouting, Mekal immediately put his head in his hands and lay down with his whole body, sticking to the ground and not daring to move.

"Da da da da da da..." The six barrels spurted out tongues of flame at the same time, making Gatlin's front end feel like it was burning.

The whistling warheads flew madly at the Fula warriors against Mekal's body, penetrating their fragile bodies and blocking their pursuit.

A six-barreled heavy machine gun can easily suppress all enemies within a hundred meters. Its inherent rate of fire creates powerful firepower. It has always been a firepower configuration installed on helicopters. When this powerful firepower becomes an individual soldier

After weapons, the power exerted cannot be matched by a bunch of rabble.

"Puff puff..." The warhead penetrated the body of the Fula warrior. As blood flowers bloomed, the soldiers in the front row fell to the ground one after another.

When the soldiers behind saw such powerful firepower suddenly emerging from the woods, they gave up the pursuit and chose to crawl on the ground to avoid the fatal blow.

In a short period of time, bullet casings had been laid out at Omo's feet. From a distance, it looked like the green grass had been coated with a layer of gold foil.

"Run!" A loud shout came from Omo's mouth again.

When he heard the shout, Mekal immediately got up from the ground on his hands and knees, staggered into the woods, and accepted Omo's rescue. At this time, he didn't care who the bear-like guy in front of him was, as long as he could save

If his life is taken away, nothing else matters.

"Damn, look at how embarrassed you are, hahahaha..." A loud laugh came from Omo's mouth. He lifted the seriously injured Mekal with one hand and threw it on his shoulder. He turned around and ran towards the depths of the woods with the machine gun in his other hand.

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"Hey, guys, let me give you something new." The sickleman shouted, showing a handsome smile to the Fula warrior who wanted to continue the pursuit.

Four tear gas canisters were thrown out of his hands. With a slight explosion, the tear gas in the tear gas canisters hissed outwards, instantly surrounding the Fula soldiers.

"Cough cough cough cough... cough cough cough cough..."

The Fula soldiers who were attacked by the tear gas coughed violently. They covered their mouths and noses desperately, but the tear gas that enveloped them still penetrated all the way. The smell of this tear gas was not pleasant.

After inhaling it, you will be attacked by an unbearable spiciness, and your lungs will become stinging because you cannot bear the spiciness.

Then, he was unable to breathe normally due to the spicy food, drooling from his mouth and nose, and his eyes that were exposed to the gas were made to burst into tears, and some of his visual functions were lost.

The Fula soldiers who were attacked by tear gas were really confused. They ran desperately to the open space where there was no such gas, and wiped their eyes with their hands. But their exposed skin and clothes were already covered with this gas, and they rubbed it.

After passing through the eyes, it will only make the eyeballs sting more, cause more tears to flow, and completely lose the ability to fight.

"Retreat." Zhao Ziyang issued the order to retreat, and the group quickly moved eastward to escape the Fula tribe's pursuit.

Once the goal has been achieved, there is no need to continue shooting. Otherwise, if you stay for one second longer, unpredictable changes may occur on the battlefield.

Mekal, who was placed on Omo's shoulder, was still very stiff. The three walls on his back were in sequence from the waist up. The bullets did not penetrate the body and were all blocked by the bones or muscles in the body. One of the gunshot wounds

It probably hit his lungs, as you can tell from the blood droplets he coughed up.

"Cough cough cough... Thank you, thank you. I will give you a lot of money, and a lot of beauties, cough cough cough..." Mekal promised the lurkers headed by Zhao Ziyang, his eyes

But he glanced at the corpse next to him.

It was the corpse of an EO mercenary. It was in a miserable state of death. The whole body was divided into several sections by sharp blades. Even the hard head was separated in half. The white part mixed with the red part to form a sticky pink consistency.

When Mekal saw the corpse, he turned his head away without any expression on his face and allowed the lurkers to take them to a safe area.

Kerewan is relatively close to the capital Banjul. Going east, you enter the territory of various ethnic armed forces. Not far to the west, you enter the area actually controlled by the Gambian government during the civil strife. Mekal was seriously injured and his lungs were damaged.

If a bullet is hit and embedded inside, it will definitely become a dead body if it is not treated in time.

Zhao Ziyang will not let him die, he must live. Choosing to save him at the last moment naturally has far-reaching implications. If he dies, who will reimburse the money for the bullets Omo shot?

The lurkers came here to control the Gambian government and President Yahya, among whom Mekal was a key figure. If Mekal was killed according to the initial plan, he might not be able to gain Yahya's trust.

, Mekal is a bridge, a bridge that makes Yahya have to rely on himself in the end.

The group crossed the Gambia River and entered the south bank, quickly marching towards Brikama, and made temporary corrections in the mountains and forests on the edge of Brikama to stabilize Mekal's injury.

"Who are you?" Mekal, who had lost too much blood, asked Zhao Ziyang feebly. At this time, he no longer looked as calm and strong as before, so he could calm down.

"Lurker." Zhao Ziyang spit out three words, glanced at Mekal and asked him: "What is your relationship with EO?"

Zhao Ziyang held the soldier card of the EO mercenary and shook it gently in his hand. He was very confused about the appearance of EO. Logically speaking, under the strength of the Gurkha mercenary group, EO chose to give in. Since he gave in, he would never continue to interfere in Gambia.

Anything. They are mercenaries and have more credibility than the government in this regard.

But now that EO has appeared, what is going on?

"Lurker...cough cough cough...I, I have heard your names." Mekal coughed heavily, took a breath and said: "This is, this is my private hire, cough cough cough...

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While coughing, Mekal covered his neck with both hands. This action was natural, but this action was noticed by Zhao Ziyang, but he just brushed it off.

"Don't talk. Your injury doesn't allow you to talk anymore." Zhao Ziyang raised his head and said to the blade: "Inject him with antibiotics."

"Understood." Blade nodded, took out an antibiotic, inserted it into Mekal's neck and injected it.

"Huh..." Mekal took a deep breath, and the muscles all over his body began to relax.

"move on."

Omo picked up Mekal and headed west quickly with Zhao Ziyang and others to the capital, Banjul.

Apart from encountering a few small armed groups of poor people along the way, no Fula forces were encountered. The Fula forces did not dare to go further west, on the one hand because the capital Banjul must be as big as an iron barrel, and on the other hand the Fula forces did not dare to go further west.

It is certain that Yahya has sought help from Senegal at this time.

Geographically speaking, The Gambia is located within Senegal, just like a narrow sliver pulled out of the belly of Senegal. For a long time, every time Yahya encountered a crisis, he would always ask Senegal for help, or the other party would send soldiers to protect him.

Or the other party can step in to resolve some issues.

Therefore, there are still some forces from Senegal in the Banjul area. It is precisely because Yahya often receives help from Senegal that he is able to suppress the various ethnic forces in the country.

We arrived at Sarakunda in the south of Banjul smoothly, and completed the rendezvous with the government troops here and handed Mekal over to the government troops.

At this time, Yahya already knew the news that Mekal's army had been annihilated. He went into a rage in the office and smashed everything that could be smashed. But at this time, he could not go to the half-dead Mekal, so he could only continue.

Thinking of ways to suppress this civil unrest.

"Idiot! Idiot! Bastard!" Yahya grabbed his hair and cursed angrily. If it weren't for Mekal being his cousin and always supporting his regime, he would have pulled out his gun and killed Mekal.

It's done.

The personal assistant standing aside quietly watched Yahya venting like crazy. She did not try to comfort Yahya. With Yahya's conceited character, it was useless for anyone to dissuade him. She could only let him vent on his own.

"Damn it, I'm going to annihilate the Fula people! Completely annihilate them!" Yahya's fat body was beating, and he threw himself on the table and grabbed the phone.

He just grabbed the phone and put it down in despair because he didn't know who to call now. Senegal could only provide him with personal protection and would never send troops for him; the EO mercenary group he had always relied on didn't know why.

I stopped helping him at this critical moment. After much deliberation, I really didn’t know what to do.

The remaining Marines can only be held tightly in the Banjul area. If these hundreds of Marines are lost, Yahya's presidency will definitely not be preserved. Whoever has the strength here can be the president. Those ethnic armed forces

Already ready to make a move.

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

"Karen, did a group of mercenaries come last time?" Yahya remembered the blade that came to the door last time, and immediately had an idea.

"Yes." The life assistant named Karen gently opened her sexy and thick lips and said to Yahya: "They wanted to take on this mission, but you rejected it."

"Look! Look! Find it right away!" Yahya shouted to Karen.

"But..." Karen looked embarrassed, spread her hands and said, "Where to find it?"

There was no place to look for it, Daofeng didn't leave any contact information, he was just taking a trip.

"Ding ding ding..." The phone on the desk rang.

"This is Yahya Jammeh." Yahya answered the phone in a calm and gentle tone, with a sense of superiority and arrogance all over his body.

In Gambia, he is the president. Except in front of his own people, he must maintain the image of a president. Maybe some of the things he does give people a sense of ignorance, but reaching the position of president is enough to prove that he is a character.

"Mekal! Why don't you die, my warship, my five hundred marines!" Yahya shouted angrily.

The call was from Mekal, before entering the operating room.

"Oh? Lurker mercenary?" The anger on Yahya's face disappeared, and he repeated the word "lurker" in his mouth.

"Are you sure they are the strongest mercenaries in the world? Are they even more powerful than EO?"

"Okay! Okay! Okay! You can rest in peace and recover. I won't blame you. You are still my closest cousin and my most trusted subordinate!"

After hanging up the phone, a smile appeared on Yahya's face.

"Look, the lurker mercenaries haven't gone far, I want to have a good talk with their leader!"

"clear."

Kayla responded and immediately went out to organize people to look for Zhao Ziyang and the others.
Chapter completed!