The Gambian Marine Corps, surrounded by the Fula armed forces, shrank into a three-layered defense circle. The outermost layer relied on trees to fight back, the second layer relied on various bunkers at the pier to shoot, and the last layer shrank together, with Mei

Kalle is on guard for the center, and they want to protect Mekal's safety.

"Assault! Assault!" Mekal held his gun in one hand and roared violently, pushing aside the soldiers in front of him and rushing forward.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Mekal jumped out of the circle and rushed forward, followed closely by the soldiers behind him.

As the commander-in-chief of the Marine Corps, Mekal was like an African lion. He fired several precise single shots from his gun to kill several Fula soldiers, and stretched out his left hand to tear off the navy uniform from his upper body.

With a "chi" sound, the sturdy uniform was torn in half, revealing Mekal's naked upper body covered with scars. These large and small scars almost covered his upper body, including gunshot wounds alone.

Seven or eight places.

Under the background of the wound, Mekal's whole person looked even more unruly and wild.

An army led by a lion can only be a lion, and will never become a sheep.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch..." Seeing the commander rushing to the front, these Marines screamed one after another, imitating Mekal's movements and tearing off their shirts, revealing their dark and strong muscles and attacking crazily.

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"Puff puff……"

The sound of the warhead entering the body reverberated in the air, and the bodies of the soldiers who were at the forefront of the assault shook violently. Then, under the penetrating force of the warhead, their feet left the ground and fell heavily backwards, falling to the ground.

Blood flowed turbulently along the bullet holes in their bodies, staining the ground red.

But death did not make these soldiers trained by Mekal retreat. On the contrary, after seeing the blood and death of their own people, the wildness in their hearts was aroused to a greater extent, and they rushed forward even more crazily.

Several grenades were thrown from the hands of the Fula soldiers and thrown in an arc at the feet of the Marines.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!..."

The explosion sounded, and grenade fragments screamed around, penetrating into the bodies of soldiers one after another. The sound of shrapnel breaking through bodies continued to sound, and Mekal's Marines were once again killed and injured.

At this time, the Fula armed forces occupied the village and used the ubiquitous houses and bunkers in the village to launch a fierce battle with the Gambian Marine Corps. The terrain advantage determined that they had an absolute advantage in the battle. As the battle did not progress, the rest of the Fula people

La armed forces came in a steady stream for reinforcements.

The Gambian Marine Corps was defeated by the terrain and had no choice but to break out without reinforcements. This time, Mekal led nearly 500 Marines to fight, which already exceeded the number of Gambian Marine Corps.

Half of them were unable to call for reinforcements. Because the remaining troops were responsible for the security of the capital Banjul seaport and Yahya, there was no way to spare any extra troops.

"Assault! Keep attacking!" Mekal screamed wildly. He pulled out a shrapnel from his abdomen, wiped a handful of blood on his mouth, stuck out his tongue and licked it. His eyes were beating strangely.

The flames, a face extremely ferocious.

"Puff puff puff...Boom! Boom! Boom!..."

The heroic Marines carried out a crazy assault without fear of death, but the Fula armed forces were very powerless in the face of the superior terrain. The soldiers were shot and fell one after another. In a short period of time, there were many soldiers on the ground.

Dozens of corpses were found.

Mekal began to regret. He regretted that after massacring the village, he did not burn the village with fire and lost this offensive and defensive position. But it was not his fault. No one thought that the warship would be attacked.

Otherwise, such a problem would never occur.

"Da da da da da da..." A dull sound of heavy machine gunfire rang out, and the attacking Gambian Marines were once again swept down, unable to move even an inch.

The Fula soldiers set up an old Maxim heavy machine gun at the entrance of the village, blocking the Marine Corps' assault.

As the warheads fired in groups, the Gambian Marines were bathed in a hail of bullets.

A Fula soldier climbed up a house in the center of the village. After climbing up, the soldier put a personal rocket launcher on his shoulder and aimed at Mekal's location.

With a "boom", the rocket roared towards Mekal. At the same time, the rocket man's head was pierced by a warhead and he rolled down heavily.

When Mekal found the rocketeer, he raised his gun and killed him without hesitation. Then he raised his gun and fired at the rocket to explode the rocket in the air.

"Bang! Bang!..." Mekal stood calmly and raised his gun to fire. His eyes exuded a cold beastly light, like a god of war standing there.

"Boom!" With a sound, a flame rose in the air, and the rocket was exploded by the warhead nearly a hundred meters in front of Mekal. Shrapnel flew away, and the burning hot air surged around under the power of the explosion.

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"Huh..." The heat wave rolled up the leaves and Mekal's regular pants.

There was a trace of doubt in Mekal's eyes as he stood there, but the doubt quickly disappeared. It was not the bullet in his gun that caused the rocket to explode, but a sniper bullet fired from behind. He heard the sound on the other side of the river behind him.

The sound of a sniper rifle means someone is helping him.

"Pick up the body and continue the assault!" Mekal grabbed a body and blocked it in front of him, carrying it forward step by step.

After receiving Mekal's order, other soldiers grabbed the corpses of their companions and continued the assault.

"Puff puff..." The Maxim heavy machine gun continued to roar, and the warhead it sprayed hit the corpse, blooming gorgeous blood flowers one after another.

It's just that the warhead cannot penetrate the body after it hits the body. The penetrating power of this ancient Maxim heavy machine gun is not good, and it immediately loses its due effect after the opponent uses this method.

Hundreds of Gambian marines pushed forward while carrying the corpses of their companions. None of them retreated because Mekal was right in front. As long as Mekal did not die, they had no reason to retreat.

"Boss, why do you want to help Mekal?"

"Because he can easily dodge that rocket."

Facing the inquiries from his teammates, Zhao Ziyang explained to them.

The rocket was exploded by Pandora's long-range sniper attack, which was regarded as a favor to Mekal. The reason was that Mekal was able to dodge the rocket, even though he was surrounded by soldiers and trees, but people like Mekal wanted to

If he wants to survive, he will never be stingy with his soldiers. He will definitely use his soldiers to block rockets for himself, and he will successfully avoid them.

The main reason is that Pandora's position just now was unable to lock onto Mekal. There were dozens of soldiers behind the opponent, protecting his fatal parts. Otherwise, this sniper bullet would have landed on Mekal's head, killing him.

His head exploded.

"The Chinese are really troublesome." Omo muttered, but he had no objection. Fighting with Zhao Ziyang made him feel more comfortable than fighting with the Black Hawk before.

When Black Eagle is around, they always need to use their brains, but Zhao Ziyang doesn't need them to use much brains. You just need to fight according to the order, and don't worry about the rest. This is exactly in line with the idea of ​​​​Omo, a war madman.

So he happily accepted it.

"Get ready to swim." Zhao Ziyang snapped his fingers and said to Omo, "It's up to you."

"Quack, quack, quack..." Omo let out a weird laugh, slapped the heavy machine gun in his hand and licked his tongue, a bloodthirsty and murderous aura emerged from his body.

"Plop! Plop!..."

The group of people jumped into the Gambia River, allowed the river water to wash them out of the water and land for half a mile, and then swam ashore. They detoured from the west side of the battle circle between the Fula tribe and the Gambian Marine Corps, and prepared to attack the Fula tribe.

Pandora's sniper rifle never left Mekal, and she was looking for opportunities to kill this guy. After seeing Mekal's battle, they already regarded Mekal as a difficult opponent.

The battle continued. After throwing away hundreds of corpses, the Marines led by Mekal finally succeeded in breaking into the village controlled by the Fula tribe and began a real fight. The corpses they used to attack had long since been killed.

Full of wounds, he was thrown to the ground without mercy.

"Soldiers, charge!" Mekal roared loudly, holding guns in both hands and shooting at the Maxim heavy shooter.

"Bang! Bang!"

The machine gunner and deputy machine gunner fell to the ground. After the opponent successfully rushed forward, the heavy machine gun completely lost its effect.

Two Marines immediately replaced the two dead Fula machine gunners, turned their guns and fired wildly into the village.

"Da da da da..." The warheads continued to shoot at the weak house and at the Fula soldiers hiding inside.

At this moment, Mekal twitched his nose vigorously, with a look of deep suspicion on his face. When his face turned to the base of the Maxim machine gun, he finally showed shock and shock: Explosives! There are at least hundreds of them stored in the base of the machine gun.

Kilograms of dynamite!

"Lie down!"

After shouting, Mekal's body ran wildly to the side. After running for tens of meters, he jumped high and threw himself towards the ground.

A violent explosion sounded like the roar of an ancient ferocious beast, and the ground shook like an earthquake. The houses in the village began to collapse under the load, and the surrounding trees twisted their branches and leaves and groaned in pain.

"Boom!"

The flames soared into the sky, accompanied by an earthquake-like explosion. A cloud of black smoke burst out from the base at the center of the explosion, supporting the black-red flames rising upwards.

Time stood still, and only the explosive flames broke free from the shackles of still time and continued.

When the flames rose to the top of more than ten meters, an extremely violent heat wave swept from the center of the explosion, and all materials within a radius of ten meters were melted in this heat wave.

"Huh..." The strong wind whipped up, and rocks and shrapnel fired at the surrounding Gambian Marines with a sharp roar.

"Chi chi chi..." The shrapnel and stones hit the soldiers' bodies mercilessly. The fragility of the human body was clearly exposed at this time. The soldiers on the innermost layer were immediately penetrated by these things, and the stones were hit mercilessly.

Their bones were broken, and shrapnel sliced ​​open their bodies easily.

After cutting their bodies open, they rushed into the woods with great arrogance, kicking off the branches and leaves of the trees like razors.

All this is not over yet. As the shrapnel and stones passed by, the most terrifying scene appeared: an overwhelming number of triangular nails shrouded the Gambian Marines, propelled by the air energy erupted by hundreds of kilograms of explosives.

Breaking the air and singing an elegy of death...

"Ah! Ah!..."

"Ouch! Ah!..."

"Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!..."

The soldiers' wails sounded for an instant and then died away, leaving a deathly silence.

The fields were filled with corpses of Marines covered with triangular nails. The countless triangular nails almost wiped out their entire army. Only a few survived. In this battle, the Marines under Mekal's leadership were completely lost.
Chapter completed!