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"The 3rd Somalia Regiment Destroyed! The Colonel is dead! "

How to Focus Fire in Modern Warfare? On the Mystery of Diago Hassan's Death

"Humanity is lost in war, life is lost in war..."

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There are many well-known newspapers in Europe, John Bull: "The Times", "Daily Telegraph", Gallic Chicken: "Le Figaro", "News", Austria: "New Free Press", "New Vienna Daily News" "And Eagle Sauce: "The Sun" and so on, they all published the views of many well-known military theorists on the situation in Africa.

They think that as long as Mobutu maintains such a steady and steady fight, he can repel or even eliminate the remaining remnants, including the mixed first division, and they can stay. Some people think that Hassan's position will be severely impacted, and his elite troops will be beaten. This is a very successful siege battle. Of course, some people think that there is nothing wrong with Diage Hassan's tactics. The machine guns and snipers at the commanding heights caused the coalition forces including mercenaries to lose more than 500 people!

It's just that they really can't gain an advantage in terms of weapons and numbers on both sides.

Even the Nasser Higher Military Academy, where Diage attended, covered up this battle in the classroom. Many experts believe that under such circumstances, Diage's first thing to think about is to break through! Besieged in one place, can only wait to die.

Of course, this is all after the fact, anyway, Diage's body was used by Mobutu for a national exhibition.

This caused protests from many anti-war activists, and finally led to Somalia redeeming Diyag's body.

For this reason, Hassan also rented a transport plane from Tang Dao, picked him up, and held a memorial ceremony two days later.

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On the day of the memorial service, the sky in Mogadishu was overcast, as if it was going to rain lightly.

Hassan pulled thousands of soldiers over to surround the "October 21st" square in Mogadishu, and the square had long been decorated as a mourning hall, with flowers setting off Diage's coffin, low and Music full of longing was played on the radio, and some "voluntary" people lined up with flowers to admire Diage's appearance.

Tang Dao was wearing a neat black suit with a flower pinned to his chest. There were more than a dozen bodyguards standing beside him, all in suits. This posture made it clear that he was a big shot.

Many people may have heard of the name Nicholas, but they have never seen him, but Mist next to him is known to many people.

Many organizations in Somalia have come. When they see Mist and look at Tang Dao again, smart people can guess his identity, but it's not convenient now, otherwise, they will come over to make a familiar face.

"The forensic doctor in Somalia is really skilled." Tang Dao stood aside after presenting the flowers, "I heard that Diage was shot at least a dozen bullets, and his face was smashed. I just took a look. It sews pretty well."

Mister chuckled beside him, and looked up at Hassan and other officials who were silent not far away, "Here comes a nephew who can see, although he is dead, he should be more beautiful, isn't he?"

"Landscape?"

Tang Dao smiled meaningfully, "Maybe."

But at this time, after the last member of the public had placed the flowers, Hassan suddenly stood up, with a sullen face, and strode to the microphone in the center of the square, obviously having something to say. let's read

Hassan could feel the complex eyes of the tribal chiefs behind him.

His eyes contained disdain, struggle, and strong hatred. He and Aidid had the same policy towards the big tribes. He used force and high pressure to treat those big tribes, asking them to send people into the army and hand in how many offerings. Seeking a civilization that still seems to be in the farming era, it seems to exaggerate the supremacy of force, but of course, there will be risks.

Hassan knew he couldn't back down, those **** rats were about to climb up.

He stood in front of the microphone, and the speech was in his trouser pocket, but in his opinion, the unnutritious manuscript could not save him now. After pondering for a while, he picked up the microphone with a sad face, "No one It is necessary to tell the Somali people how sad we are today, we feel the indifference of Africa towards us! The hatred of war towards us, but when kindness and patience become an attitude, anyone thinks you should enjoy your time at the bottom, but we wait How many years? We endured it in slavery, we endured it in colonial times, but now we are full of death on the way to find freedom!"

He began to brew his own emotions, and he could see a little scarlet in his eyes, and he roared, "My nephew died in the battle for the freedom of Somalia, and the next one will definitely be me!"

I have to say that even in such a backward place in Africa, the people who can sit in that position may not necessarily be very capable, but their eloquence and rendering power are definitely first-class. He is a person with charisma, otherwise, it would be impossible for such a group of interest groups to gather around him. What they pursue is not right or wrong, but what Hassan gives those people what they should have.

This kind of rendering is natural, just like the head of state, you stand here, you open your mouth, and the people below can't help but cheer for you.

Hassan's ferocious face was moving. The people below heard their blood boiling, and felt fanaticism and depression. The Somalis finally stood up and left the British rule. They are mature individuals. Africa speaks its own language.

Someone started calling his name below.

"Hassan!"

Then it started to spread crazily. There were at least tens of thousands of people in the square, and they couldn't help raising their hands and shouting. This scene made Basil, Falconer and the others look ugly. They looked at each other and looked at each other. Show evil light!

You must not let this guy come back, you have to do it.

"What is this guy going to do? Continue to start the war?" Mist said after feeling the boiling crowd below, looking slightly surprised.

The little angel and other bodyguards were also very nervous. At this time, I was afraid that someone would be surprised by Tang Dao, but Tang was very calm, and smacked his mouth. There was no smell of smoke in his mouth, and he was a little dry. He looked at Ha who kept waving his arms. Sang squinted and said with a smile, "Somalia seems to be quite lively."

Hassan was unwilling to wait for death like this, so it was impossible for Basil and the others to remain indifferent.

Maybe it won't be long ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The real winner between the two sides will be decided.

The little angel didn't pay much attention to these rules and intrigues, he looked around vigilantly, his eagle eyes suddenly focused, and found a woman staring straight at Hassan on the stage, with anger in her eyes, Slowly walking towards the front of the crowd, when he was tens of meters away from Hassan, he suddenly took out a grenade and threw it over!

"Be careful!" the little angel exclaimed, pressing Tang Dao, and Namister and the others also bent down hurriedly when they heard his words.

boom!

There was a loud noise, and the whole square suddenly became screaming and crazy. Tens of thousands of people lost their minds and ran around like headless chickens. Those who fell were trampled to death. The little angel hurriedly grabbed Tang Dao's arm, "Go!" ! Protect the boss from going out."

The other bodyguards took out their pistols, formed a circle, and rushed towards the western corner with few people. Tang Dao looked back. The grenade was just thrown under Diage's coffin, and the body was blown out. up.

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