In Basel-Saint-Sous in eastern Gambia, there is also a riot about to break out.

The county government here is controlled by the Fula people. In addition to the Fula people, there are also Wolof people who have a similar population base as the Fula people. The two ethnic groups often have various small frictions, and they even fought against each other in the past.

Vendetta can be said to be two completely opposite races.

But as time went by, the civil strife in The Gambia subsided, and the two races also stopped their vendetta after reaching an agreement, and for the time being they seemed to live together peacefully.

The Fula people control the politics and armament of the entire Basel-Saint-Sous County, while the Wolof control the economic system of Basel-Saint-Sous County, and have opened textile factories, peanut oil fields, farms, etc. Since this place is not close to the coast, it can only rely on this

Growing crops and supporting small factories.

In comparison, it is even poorer here.

Just last night, a group of heavily armed Fula soldiers suddenly rushed into a Wolof village, killed all the men in the village, and strengthened the women of the entire village, even the little girls. Do

After doing this, the Fula soldiers set fire to the village and burned it to the ground.

Coincidentally, another group of Fula soldiers destroyed three Wolof factories, completely paralyzing them.

And all this stems from the fact that more than a dozen soldiers of the Wolof tribe died overnight, and the sabers left behind pointed the finger at the Wolof tribe.

The Wolof people who were attacked naturally refused to give up. After discovering the tragic situation in their own village, they immediately retaliated and attacked a Fula village, destroying the village with the same method.

They did even more extreme things. They cut off the heads of all the people they killed and hung them high on trees. Men cut off their genitals and women their breasts. They also cruelly peeled off the human skin and draped it on their bodies to show their bravery.

Ethnic conflicts that had subsided for many years suddenly began, plunging Barcelona-Saint-Sous into chaos.

Pandora looked at everything that happened here indifferently, without any normal human emotions in her eyes. They killed more than a dozen Fula soldiers, and the sabers were deliberately left there. It is too easy to cause ethnic conflicts in a place like this.

Already.

"Deputy Commander, are our methods a bit too despicable and cruel?" The sickle-hand looked at the Wolof tribesmen wearing bloody human skins with some unbearability.

He felt that this kind of scene was a bit too cruel, and the cruelty was created by them, and it was really against human nature. They themselves would fight and kill people, but they would never be so barbaric, and they would not skin someone else's skin for themselves if they killed him.

Put on.

"Do you know why I am willing to listen to the special forces?" Pandora asked the sickleman.

"Oh, the special forces soldier is the best among us, he is suitable to be the leader." The sickleman blurted out.

"Do you know why he is suitable to be the leader?" Pandora continued to ask the sickleman.

"Because we can trust him!" The sickleman smiled. He can trust the special forces. That's right.

Seeing the sickle-hand smile, Pandora also smiled, a very bright smile.

"So you can never become a special forces soldier, because you don't have his long-term vision. If we are not cruel, some people will be so cruel to us. The special forces soldiers have said that one general will make thousands of bones dry, and history books will always be written by the victors."

The sickleman didn't understand this sentence, but he understood the current situation of the lurkers and the actions they were going to take next. These dead people were their stepping stones, the victims of their lurkers' path to unprecedented glory.

If they cannot gain a foothold in the world's mercenary community, they will be killed one by one and no bones will be left.

At the same time, an armed conflict broke out in Brikama where Zhao Ziyang was located, with mobs attacking the county government. Within just an hour, Brikama was occupied by a group of armed mobs, who massacred government officials after the occupation.

As this group of mobs occupied the county government, other armed forces in Brikama also began to burn, kill, and loot. There were racial vendettas and robberies. Brikama, which is adjacent to the capital, instantly became chaotic and completely out of control.

A fierce gun battle broke out in Sarakunda in the central part of the country. After shooting government soldiers, two groups of armed men of different races fought to seize government resources and turned this place into their battlefield; Mansakonco, George Church and other places also became violent.

Large-scale armed conflict, a large number of villages were destroyed, young men were massacred, and women were raped...

On this day, nothing happened in the entire Gambia except the capital Banjul. Riots and ethnic vendettas of varying degrees occurred in all regions.

As the incident escalated and the war became more intense, almost all ethnic groups were caught in this sudden civil strife, which shocked the Gambian government.

But they were unable to stop this civil strife because they did not have enough troops. Even the navy combined only had more than a thousand soldiers, and most of these more than a thousand soldiers were defending the capital Banjul, with only a few hundred soldiers.

Sent out to quell the chaos.

But hundreds of soldiers were like a drop of water thrown into the sea during the riot, and no sound was heard at all.

The President of Gambia, Yahya Jammeh, was restless and kept making phone calls one after another in his luxurious office in Kuanda to issue instructions one after another.

His first order was to block the media and absolutely not let the news of civil strife in his country get out. This was because this was directly related to his 2006 election, as well as investment promotion and other issues.

This civil strife must be put down immediately, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous.

Yahya became the president of The Gambia through a coup, and he knew what such a disaster would bring to him. Let alone the overseas observers running for president, the loss of money was unbearable for him.

Mercenaries, you can only seek help from mercenaries for this kind of thing.

At this moment, Yahya's presidential assistant walked in. She was a black beauty with a proud figure and sexy lips. She had always been Yahya's favorite assistant.

"Mr. President, there is a group of mercenaries outside who claim to be lurkers asking for an audience." The black beauty said to Yahya in a disgusting voice, sticking out her sexy butt and never forgetting to show off her coquettishness.

"No!" The upset Yahya refused, picked up the phone and dialed a number, and said anxiously to the other party: "Mr. Morgan, I am President Yahya, I need your help, I need mercenaries!

"

I don't know what was said to him on the phone, which made Yahya's dark and anxious cheeks relax, and his fat body relaxed.

The person he called for help was the South African Private Armed Forces, or EO for short. This is a very powerful mercenary company, and there will definitely be no problems with their help.

"Hahaha..." Yahya laughed, the fat on his body trembling slightly under the white robe. He took Zhu Li's hand, held her in his arms and sat on his lap, sticking out his tongue greedily.

He licked the other person's cleavage hard.

"Baby, there's no problem."

"Oh..." The assistant's body trembled, and he hugged Yahya's head and said, "I know you are the best, oh... the best..."

Yes, he is the best. At least at this time, Yahya is the best. He is trembling with excitement on his assistant, using the most primitive collision to relieve the pressure brought on him by the civil strife.

As long as the soldiers protect Banjul, mercenaries will naturally suppress the civil unrest, and he only needs to pay. When things settle down, he will step in to mediate the situation, and the president will naturally still be his.

As for the lurker mercenaries who came to visit, he didn't bother to pay attention. He had EO's official mercenaries, which was enough.

The lurker did come to visit Yahya. It was from Blade. This kid walked around casually and then left. Find a place in Africa. Every country only recognizes the South African private armed forces. The South African private armed forces have a monopoly on African countries.

The mercenary business needed by the government prevents other mercenary groups from getting involved, and they can only carry out employment missions for rebels and armed factions in Africa.

This visit was actually just to say hello to Yahya. Zhao Ziyang had no intention of cutting off EO's job in The Gambia. He had to wait until Yahya begged him, otherwise it would have no weight.

The lurkers who had started civil strife in The Gambia gathered together and stayed comfortably on the beach, basking in the sun and eating seafood, as if the war in The Gambia had nothing to do with them.

The fact is that the world where Banjul is located is peaceful, and this is Yahya's territory. Even the fierce fighting inside cannot shake the place even a little bit.

Yahya understands one thing very well: stop with stillness.

But his act of stopping by standing still is completely irresponsible, but this irresponsibility is also a good way. When all the tribes are tired, he, who has the largest armed force in The Gambia, can naturally relax

Pick up the pieces.

He is anxious about the time to quell the civil strife, which is related to how much money he can make. If businessmen from other countries run away, then other countries will not invest again, and it will be him who loses.

"Hey, boss, I called the group leader yesterday. Guess what?" Daofeng, who was lying comfortably on the recliner wearing sunglasses, said to Zhao Ziyang: "The group leader told you I'm sorry. Hey, it seems the group leader knows.

wrong."

"I'm sorry?" Omo touched the butt of a black girl and said with disbelief: "Dao Feng, I dare to bet you that if the leader says he is sorry, I am willing to pay you 10 million!"

Will An Qier say sorry? That's nonsense, it's just what Daofeng said to comfort Zhao Ziyang.

However, the facts did tell Angel that after the war, large-scale robbery and killing broke out in that village, and the targets were the elderly, women and children who had gained something for nothing. Then they started fighting, and in the end there were not many people who survived.

"The king of gambling never bets with people whose balls are broken." Blade joked to Omo.

"Whose balls are you talking about?" Omo stood up and sat up from the recliner, staring at the blade fiercely.

"Please speak with the facts." Daofeng still refused to give in at all.

Omo's face turned red from suppressing his emotions. He glanced at Zhao Ziyang who was snickering, then put the black girl on his shoulders and walked towards the beachside holiday cabin next to him.

After a while, the girl's overwhelmed moans sounded in the wooden house. Although women are not afraid of being plowed, even a woman with a physique like Omo can't bear it.

"Damn it." Pandora cursed, stretched out a finger and said to herself: "Omo is not allowed to come within three meters of me in the future. AIDS is very scary."

Swart and Scythe were lucky enough to hook up with a blonde who came for vacation. After chatting for a while, they hugged each other and walked towards the vacation house. It turned out that they were experts in picking up girls.

Dao Feng couldn't hold back anymore and looked at a blonde girl who also ran over to strike up a conversation, leaving Zhao Ziyang and Pandora to continue to bask in the sun.

"Pandora, you are very sunny today."

"Special Forces, you too, you need to get more sun."
Chapter completed!