The strongest mercenary across the line of fire

The Brikama Lurker Base has been repaired during the overtime work, and the mercenaries have already settled in, but many facilities to be added are not yet complete, and it can only be used as a place to rest and sleep for the time being.

The base is built on the mountain, surrounded by green hills on three sides, leaving only one exit to the south, a typical place that is easy to defend but difficult to attack.If all the settings are fully configured, this base will be as secure as a rail link, and no matter whether you are flying in the sky or running on the ground, you will not be able to attack.

Since Zhao Ziyang was lethargic yesterday, the feast to welcome him will be held today.This feast was proposed by Yahya. He had to thank Lurker for training hundreds of personal guards for him. With these guards, his personal safety would be guaranteed to the greatest extent.

Of course, the biggest credit here is Karen.After accepting the bribe of a large amount of jewels from the gun ghost, Karen became more and more pleasing to the lurker, and often helped the lurker speak on Yahya's bed.However, the abilities of the lurkers are also stored here after all. The personal guards they trained for Yahya are very strong, easily outperforming the original marines in a single fight.

Yahya was happy, Karen was happy, everyone was happy, including Mekal.

The feast was held at the newly built military base. As the president of a country, Yahya was naturally inconvenient to come, so Mekal came to accompany him.

Mekal brought a lot of wine and meat to the lurkers according to Yahya's intention. Besides these, he also brought beauties of various skin colors for the mercenaries to enjoy.

The base was brightly lit, and everyone was happily biting camel meat and drinking red wine.They hugged the beautiful girl in their arms, took a sip of wine and kissed the girl's bright red mouth, or simply hugged the girl on his lap and began to stroke her up and down.

Women, good wine, these are the things that can make the mercenary relax to the greatest extent.

"Mekal, why don't you let your soldiers have a carnival together?" Zhao Ziyang, holding a glass of red wine, asked Mekal with a smile.

"Mr. Special Forces, today is your feast. What we have to do is to ensure your safety and let you have more fun, hahaha..." Mekal laughed loudly, raised his glass to touch Zhao Ziyang, and put I drank the red wine in one gulp.

Mekal's marines spread out to complete the garrison of the entire garrison, replacing the lurker's Sentinels, and letting the Sentinels go in to revel.

Zhao Ziyang, who held the red wine in his hand, smiled, shook the red wine in his hand, and watched the red wine in the goblet turn as red as blood.

"Mecale, what do you think the red wine in my hand looks like?" Zhao Ziyang asked Mecale, turning his head to look at his soldiers.

Mekal who was asked looked at Zhao Ziyang's cup, smiled and said, "Blood, blood as red as blood."

"That's right." Zhao Ziyang put the red wine cup between the two people's eyes with a smile, continued to shake it, and said to himself: "Actually, what soldiers need most is not spirits, but this kind of red wine, because it is more like blood. "

"Hey, I actually think so too." There was a gleam in Mekal's eyes, and a bloodthirsty look appeared on his face.

The mercenaries were still having fun, and Mekal's soldiers were still standing guard for the lurkers.This is a good intention, and Zhao Ziyang will never refuse it. Although the kindness has a strong murderous intent, Zhao Ziyang really doesn't like this little trick.

Gambia, whose civil strife has just stabilized, is undergoing a large-scale exchange of blood. Now it is first strengthening control at the local level, and it will gradually go to the top of the capital, Banjul.

In this turmoil, Mekal will naturally become the target of all his husbands. His command mistakes and self-willedness have put the Gambian government forces in danger.Perhaps these accusations were powerless, but Yahya's attitude towards him could make him smell something.

Cousin and cousin are not easy to use politically, at least Mekal and Yahya are slowly estranged, replaced by another force.

Perhaps he will lose his position as commander of the Marine Corps in the near future, becoming deputy secretary of defense or some other position that is rising and falling.Mekal is not reconciled, he has to work hard to keep his position, and what he has to do to keep his position is to make meritorious deeds.

This meritorious service is the Lurker, he has to help Yahya get rid of his dependence on the Lurker, only in this way can he gain trust and hold on to his rights again.

"In this world of the weak and the strong, if you don't let others bleed, then the one who bleeds must be you." Zhao Ziyang will pour out the red wine little by little, staring at the blood-like wine flowing between the two, like himself He said to himself: "The only way to keep yourself from bleeding is to stand at the highest point, the pinnacle of power."

Hearing this sentence, Mekal's eyes twitched violently, and he heard a different taste from this sentence.

"What do you mean by special forces?" Mekal asked Zhao Ziyang with a smile, with a bright light in his eyes.

"Force! Only force is the root of everything. I think General Mekal should understand, hehehe..."

"That's right, it's force. I agree with Mr. Special Forces on this point." Mecale nodded, watching the glass of red wine being poured down to the last drop.

Some things don't need to be said clearly, just click and stop.Zhao Ziyang doesn't understand politics, but he understands people's hearts and knows that no one is willing to be stepped on by others.Mekal wants to keep his rights, nothing more than the kind of desire that exists in everyone. He just helps Mekal amplify this desire and gives Mekal a new pursuit.

Mekal has this kind of pursuit, but he suffers from the lack of powerful force to help him. If given the opportunity, he will not hesitate to realize this greater desire, which is more appropriately called ambition.

"Then how do we do it?" Mekal asked Zhao Ziyang, playing with his wine glass with his right hand.

"It depends on human effort." Zhao Ziyang smiled lightly, leaned close to Mekal and said to him: "You should bring more than these soldiers, right? Your purpose of coming is not so simple, is it?"

These words made Mekal reveal a strong murderous aura, and he couldn't hide it at all.That's right, he brought more people than these, his idea was to catch all the lurkers at this time, but...

"I can tell you that if the glass in your hand falls on the ground, I'm sure your head will explode, just like the red wine on the ground."

Mekal's body trembled, and the murderous aura was completely violent.

"Look." Zhao Ziyang pointed to the soldiers brought by Mekal.

Following the direction of Zhao Ziyang's finger, Mekal clearly saw that some of the soldiers he brought were pointed at with guns, and some were pointed at his comrades with guns.When he saw this, his body shook again, and the cup in his right hand fell to the ground.

Feeling the cup in his hand fall, Mekal palpitated.But there was already a hand grabbing the cup like lightning, and stuffing it into his hand.

"General Mecal, hold the cup firmly." Zhao Ziyang was smiling, and there was nothing wrong with it.

"Hehe, thank you, Mr. Special Forces." Mekal smiled stiffly.

The gap between him and the battlefield at this time is very large. Perhaps when an excellent fighter goes to political competition, he will lose some of his specific personality.

"General Mekal, you are being polite. In fact, I prefer to deal with real soldiers, and I hope that real soldiers have the best future, do you understand?"

The faint words made Mekal suddenly have a strange feeling, as if the teacher was teaching him a lesson, which made him feel a sense of warmth.

"What do you mean?" Mekal asked Zhao Ziyang in a low voice.

"Hahahaha..." Zhao Ziyang stood up and laughed, patted Mekal on the shoulder and said, "I appreciate General Mekal's daring style. I think that if Gambia is under the leadership of General Mekal, It will surely lead to glory.”

Zhao Ziyang's words are very clear, he wants to support Mekal to become the president of Gambia.

"No, no, you can't talk nonsense like this." Mekal looked around and whispered nervously to Zhao Ziyang: "This is betrayal!"

"Betrayal?" Zhao Ziyang repeated these two words curiously, and said with disdain: "The history books are always written by the winners, and betrayal is just the winner's definition of the loser."

Mekal's face changed color back and forth, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Maybe Mekal himself didn't know what to think, but Zhao Ziyang knew that he had successfully watered Mekal's ambition seed, and at this moment, this ambition seed was spreading and growing crazily.

Ambition, once it takes root, becomes unstoppable.

"I will help you." Zhao Ziyang spat out these words, turned around and walked towards the carnival mercenaries, cheering with them.

As Zhao Ziyang entered the mercenaries, Mekal's soldiers recovered as before, as if nothing had happened, it was just a joke.

But Mekal already knew that he had to cooperate with Zhao Ziyang, because some of these soldiers were willing to obey the call of the lurkers, forgetting who they should be loyal to.

He was already very careful, he was very careful not to bring the newly recruited soldiers with him, and he didn't bring the soldiers of the Foreign Legion with him, but he didn't expect that his soldiers were still bribed and infiltrated.

Money, everything is a money word.

The purpose of being a soldier in Gambia is to make a living and earn money to support the family. When the gunman launched a money offensive against Karen, the foreign corps that trained with the Gambian Marine Corps was also mobilizing the Marine Corps soldiers to expand their appetite for money. desire.

At the beginning, Mekal was in favor of the foreign legion to train with marines, but he didn't expect that the infiltration would start from here.The soldier's desire for money has inflated, and after getting the promise and money, it is normal to defect.

Perhaps it is a very pleasant thing to cooperate with lurkers, unlike the forces behind him, who have always opposed some actions by him.

"Will you help me?" Mekale repeated this sentence in a low voice, with a smile on his face, but this smile was extremely cold.

He knew exactly what it would mean for Zhao Ziyang to help him. If he succeeded, he had to give the lurker enough authority; if he failed, he would be a bunch of corpses that no dog would even glance at, and everything was up to him.

The cheering feast was still going on, and the mercenaries enjoyed themselves in the sea of ​​fine wine and beauties, some grabbed the red wine and sprinkled it on their bodies, and some directly put the women around them on their shoulders to find a house for primitive venting.

There is a saying called carpe diem, which refers to such people.

Looking at the crazy side of the mercenaries, Zhao Ziyang suddenly felt that something was missing.Yes, Omo, without this kind of scene, Omo would lose a lot of color. If he was there, he would definitely soak himself in a wine barrel, and then savagely carry the two women away.

It's just that in the future, Omo can only be a useless person, and he will never be able to go to the battlefield again.

A faint sadness cast over Zhao Ziyang's head: Mercenaries are not afraid of death, but of being disabled...