The vendettas and civil strife between ethnic groups in various regions of The Gambia are still going on, with no sign of stopping. Yahya was not impatient and sat firmly on the Diaoyutai. On the morning of the second day of the ethnic conflict, the EO mercenary group came to The Gambia.

Prepare to enter Gambia through the waters controlled by the capital Banjul and complete the employment mission of President Yahya.

However, as soon as they landed on the shore, they were blocked by a group of Gurkha mercenaries who were short in stature and had a Nepalese scimitar on their waist.

"Morgan, long time no see, hehehe..." The Earl, the leader of the Gurkha mercenary group, extended his arms to Morgan affectionately and greeted him.

"Earl, hahaha..." Morgan's face was full of smiles when he saw the earl, and he also stretched out his arms.

The two hugged each other tightly, looking like old friends they hadn't seen for many years.

"Hey, Count, you've gained weight now." Morgan, a white man who was two meters tall and had a clean shaven beard, patted the Count on the back.

The Earl, who was patted on the back by Morgan, was all smiles and said to Morgan affectionately: "Thank you for that shot. That shot kept me lying down for two months."

"Oh? What a good thing, hahahaha..." Morgan laughed, with a sinister look in his eyes, as if he was wondering why that shot didn't kill Morgan.

As for the Earl, he still had a smile on his face, but the viciousness hidden deep in his eyes was far deeper than Morgan's, and was far more vicious than Morgan.

The Gurkha mercenaries slowly reached their hands to their lower backs, pulled out their sabers, which symbolized honor and spiritual beliefs, and held them tightly in their hands. Their eyes revealed ferocity and bloodthirsty. With the sabers in their hands, even if they were in front of them,

Even steel armor cannot stop them.

Seeing the Gurkha mercenaries holding sabers, the EO mercenaries suddenly became nervous. They pointed their rifles at the Gurkha mercenaries, ready to shoot at any time.

The atmosphere instantly became tense. No, it was EO who should have become tense. The Gurkha mercenaries only had unlimited fighting spirit, and they brought tension to EO. Both sides are the most powerful mercenaries in the world, but in comparison,

EO is not as powerful as Gurkha.

"Hahaha, since it is the earl who wants this business, then our EO will withdraw from Gambia." Morgan had a smile on his face and seemed to be very happy to give away such a piece of meat.

After hearing this, the Earl had an expression of absolute despair on his face. He took Morgan's arm affectionately and said to him: "Morgan, we are the best partners. Why don't we complete this business together?"

No one knows what the subtle relationship is between the Earl and Morgan, as well as the Gurkha mercenaries and the EO mercenaries. They are said to be enemies, but Morgan and the Earl can hug each other affectionately; they are said to be comrades-in-arms, but Morgan

He shot the count, and the mercenaries on both sides were not friendly at all.

"I can't see it anymore." Morgan took out his arm, patted his waist, glanced at the Gurkha mercenary who only had a Nepalese saber, and said with a trace of doubt in his eyes: "

Count, let’s meet again next time.”

After finishing speaking, Morgan signaled his mercenaries to put away their guns, carefully retreat along the way they came, and then exited Gambia.

A Gambian naval officer who came to greet EO watched helplessly as EO returned, and then turned his attention to the count.

The naval officer ran over and saluted the count with a standard military salute.

"Comrade Colonel!"

The count returned a salute to the naval officer, and then waved to the Gurkha mercenary behind him.

There was a sharp sound, and all the Nepalese military knives were unsheathed again.

"Let's go." The count ordered, leading a dozen Gurkha mercenaries towards a ship waiting on the coast, leaving the naval officer there.

The naval officers were stunned for a while, but they did not dare to step forward to stop the count. They knew very well what these Nepali sabers symbolized: symbolizing the Gurkha mercenaries who are the most famous, bravest and most fearless in the world.

This group of people has faith and never lacks fighting spirit. Even if you cut his neck, they will take your life away with a knife.

After EO left and Gurkha left, the naval officers suddenly realized an extremely important problem: there were no mercenaries to help them.

The two strongest mercenaries have given up on The Gambia, so other small mercenary groups must not dare to enter The Gambia to take over the mission. Because everyone can see what happened just now, and the Gurkhas are trying to prevent EO from entering The Gambia.

The officer immediately called Yahya's personal phone and reported the situation to Yahya.

When Yahya heard the news, he was stunned for a moment, and then roared in anger: Send marines to kill these Gurkha mercenaries.

In response to the order issued by the president, the naval officer could only smile bitterly. Kill, how to kill? The Gurkha mercenaries just now only had a Nepali saber on their bodies. They could force EO to retreat with only a Nepali saber. How could they kill their own soldiers?

kill?

Gambia's marines may be able to hit Chinese coastal cities as Yahya said, but it is a pity that they are so helpless against a group of mercenaries.

This naval officer did not dare to disobey the president's orders. In The Gambia, anyone who dared to disobey Yahya's orders was punished with death, no matter who he was.

More than a dozen Gambian marines, led by officers, entered a small village in southern Banjul, shot and killed dozens of civilians, then chopped off their heads and took them back to Banjul to claim credit from the president.

At this time, the lurker mercenaries are still enjoying the sun, beautiful women, seafood and beaches comfortably. They are waiting for the Gambia government to come forward when it cannot hold on.

The Gurkha mercenaries were contacted by Zhao Ziyang. They had a private agreement before. In addition to not avenging the Black Hawk, the Gurkha mercenaries would fully support the rise of the Lurkers. With such a powerful foreign aid, Zhao Ziyang

Naturally, make good use of it.

"Boss, those Gurkha dwarfs are really good. They scared EO away without even taking a gun, hahaha..." A black mercenary who had just joined the lurker shouted loudly to Zhao Ziyang who was sleeping on the recliner.

Smiling, eyes full of envy.

In the eyes of this mercenary, the Gurkhas are undoubtedly a group of real warriors, and there is a trace of respect and yearning on his face.

With a "pop" sound, the blade slapped the black mercenary on the head, and said to him angrily: "Gunman, you know what the hell, back then the Gurkha mercenaries had to retreat in front of us lurkers.

"

This is a truth. In its heyday, lurkers were the kind of existence that was hidden in the light. Small mercenaries didn’t know, but large mercenaries all knew what kind of existence lurkers were. If lurkers fought with Gurkhas

In this case, the Gurkhas, who have a large number of people, may not be able to take advantage, because the lurkers are all the elite of the elite, which is enough to make up for the lack of manpower.

"Shit!" Gun Ghost cursed and turned his attention to Zhao Ziyang, wanting to see what Zhao Ziyang said.

Zhao Ziyang, who was sleeping on the recliner wearing sunglasses, stretched out, patted Gun Ghost on the shoulder and said to him: "Gun Ghost, you used to belong to the South African Marine Corps. You may not know much about us lurkers.

It doesn’t matter at all.”

The gun ghost pricked up his ears and listened, waiting for Zhao Ziyang to continue.

It's just that Zhao Ziyang didn't continue to talk about the past of the Lurker. After all, even he didn't know how terrifying the Lurker was in the past. Because not long after he joined, the Lurker was severely damaged by the US military. If it weren't for Pandora, Angel, and O

If there were a few guys around, he would think that the lurkers were really bad.

"The Gurkhas just wanted to snipe all the EOs. How could they who arrived in Gambia first not have any ambush? Have you noticed any difference in the sniper spots around you?" Zhao Ziyang asked.

"Well, I have a different feeling. It seems that there is someone there, but I'm not sure." Gun Ghost answered Zhao Ziyang honestly.

"Fifteen sniper points are completely occupied by Gurkhas. If the earl gives the order, more than half of the EO will be killed or injured in the first round of sniping. The Gurkhas are not a bunch of foolhardy skins and can survive for centuries.

Mercenary organizations are much more powerful than you think, after all, swords are not as useful as guns."

"But why wasn't there any sniping?" Gun Ghost asked again.

"That's because Morgan has already passed on the information. Gurkha can take one of EO's mercenaries by surprise and strangle them, so that there will be no proof. But Morgan has already passed on the information, just after he shook off the count's right hand."

After being reminded, Gun Ghost reacted. He also recalled that Morgan slapped his waist after shaking off the count's right hand.

"Listen." Zhao Ziyang took off his sunglasses, squinted his eyes and stared at the sun, and said to the gun ghost: "No one in this world can offend a lurker, as long as I am here."

A smile bloomed on the gun ghost's face. He believed in Zhao Ziyang's abilities: he was ruthless and retaliated, never leaving any way for his enemies to survive. The most important thing was that he was very shameless in fighting, so shameless that he couldn't even look at him...

The next day passed, and the country of The Gambia became even more chaotic. The battle between the two originally opposing races intensified, and gradually evolved into a situation where multiple races were fighting hand in hand.

Outside of Banjul, corpses hanging high on big trees can be seen everywhere. These corpses were brutally skinned and their heads were cut off. There were even hundreds of headless corpses hung at the head of one village.

The flies surrounded these corpses and greedily sucked the blood from the corpses. They were so densely packed that they could not be driven away.

Villages were massacred one after another. Dark red blood and internal organs were clearly visible on the dirt roads in the villages, and all that was inhaled in the nose was the smell of blood mixed with gunpowder smoke.

At this time, Yahya was anxious, because Morgan's phone could no longer be reached, and the EO mercenary group seemed to have given up on him and no longer served him.

When Yahya lost hope in EO, he immediately looked for mercenaries through various connections, but all the mercenaries refused to enter The Gambia to perform tasks. He didn't know the reason, and he didn't have time to think about the reason. Now he could only rely on himself.

.

So after the racial conflict reached a fever pitch, Yahya began to use his thousands of marines who were tough enough to stop the Taiwan Strait War. He firmly believed that his soldiers were the strongest, because his soldiers had just killed dozens of

A legendary and very powerful Gurkha mercenary.
Chapter completed!