Tuesday, January 14, 1992, sunny, Mogadishu temperature: 41°.

Olympic Hotel Mogadishu!

Two of Aideed's two senior aides--- Treasurer Omar Sharron, and foreign spokesperson Mohami Hassan Awa, met here.

The latter is a typical Samarai race, that is, he appears to be slightly taller, there are even some traces of bruises on the right side of his nose, and most importantly, his skin is lighter, perhaps God just ran out of ink when he created them.

The two ordered a cup of coffee and sat down in a corner.

Oumar watched the patrol cars drive by and the frightened people quickly walking around the corner, and everything looked chaotic.

"The general asked me to write a draft in which I strongly condemned the UN's meddling in Somalia's internal affairs." Meng Hami suddenly spoke, with a little helplessness in his tone, he actually really wanted to lift the table and stop doing it, this is also a kind of ability to open his eyes and talk nonsense.

Monhami does not yet have the ability to single-handedly challenge the world's public opinion.

Oumar also thinks that Aideed's is simply "nonsense".

Maybe this time it's really hard to get over it.

He picked up his coffee and looked outside, and suddenly his eyes froze and he realized that something was wrong.

Outside the door of this hotel...

Parking a van?

Oumar's brow twitched, and then, as if he saw something, he shouted, "Hurry up!" ”

Bang!

The window next to the hotel was blown by an external force, and the shattered glass residue was covered with debris, and Monhami had Ouma's reminder to hide aside with his head, and he subconsciously held his head first, as long as the skull was still there, then the general other limbs were injured, and they could still be saved to a certain extent when they were sent to the hospital.

The shockwave pushed the two Oumar far away, and the foot staggered forward a few steps, and fell directly to the ground, he held his hands, and he heard a clatter, and the bones were up! But before the pain could reach his mind, he turned back and saw in horror the militants in clown masks jumping out of the van, carrying RPGs on their shoulders, striking at the hotel first.

Shout~

The long-pitched cannonballs exploded in front of the bar, killing several front desk staff and customers who couldn't dodge on the spot.

Umar dragged the frightened Monhami forward, and the soldiers who were protecting them finally reacted and fought back against the attackers, but it was clear that the attackers were coming at them, and had no intention of letting them go, and Oumar could hear the tone of the other man's voice, "Kill them, it's inside." ”

Fack!

Who the hell are these people?

Monhami was already stiff with fright, his limbs were trembling, he seemed to be "in captivity", he rarely faced war, of course, it could also be considered timid, and it was not at all proportional to the ferocity on his face.

"Get in the car! Get in! Get out of this hellish place. The commander in charge of keeping them safe was armed with an Uzzy submachine gun, a 20-round submachine gun produced by the Israeli military industry and the first choice for the Aideed Guard's melee combat.

Most of these guards were elite veterans, each armed with three guns, an Uzzy submachine gun, and a Makarov pistol, and Thesavior accounted for 75% of them!

The name Nicholas is engraved on almost every weapon.

Ou Ma and the two were rudely pulled into the car parked at the escape door, and a few people who looked like customers also ran out in a panic, but they were killed on the spot by the guards, but they were not dead, but then they were crushed by the car, but God was obviously not on their side, and the off-road vehicle that opened the road in front of him just drove out of the alley, and a shell blew him over from the side!

Pedal, pedal, pedal...

The off-road vehicle rolled on the ground twice and began to smoke, and as for the three or four guards sitting inside, it was unknown whether they were alive or dead.

"Stand back, step back!" The commander who was sitting in the co-pilot of the back car yelled at the driver, his face also flashed with fear, the other party's firepower was too fierce, as if he was going to use an RPG to blast them to slag, he looked up at the rearview mirror, although Oumar's face was frightened, he was still able to maintain a basic sitting position, and Monhami couldn't, holding his head, shrinking in the corner of the position, his eyes closed, his mouth was in fragments, as if he was longing for blessings.

The guard driving the sedan hurriedly changed gears, and the tires spun quickly, but he couldn't turn his head so fast in this alley that was only three meters wide, so he could only quickly retreat, but he was also nervous, the steering wheel was not grasped properly, so it rubbed against the edge of the wall and began to spark.

Bang!

The sedan finally crashed into an iron pillar and stopped, the trunk recessed, and the mailbox cracked, and oil began to leak outside.

The speed of reversing was close to more than 70 yards, and this collision was still a little uncomfortable.

Ouma clutched his chest, opened the car door with great difficulty, and climbed out with his hands, the collision just now was a little uncomfortable, his head was still dizzy, lying on the ground was retching, and he was greedily breathing in the fresh air, but the smell of gunpowder was even more pungent.

He struggled to stand up, and suddenly felt a pain in his forehead, so he reached out and touched it...

Then I looked at the palm of my hand and found that there was bleeding.

Ouma scolded in a low voice, looked at Menghami and the others in the car, and was about to pull them, when he saw several armed men with weapons rushing in at the mouth of the alley, with green scarves around their necks.

Confederate Army!

Umar immediately understood the identity of the gang in front of him.

And apparently to avenge Ahmed Godane, after all, the guy did die too badly, there were at least five bullet holes in the body, and now it is still in the funeral home, the funeral home in Mogadishu is a slightly larger "gathering place", and there is no air conditioning at all, at this temperature, the body has long been rotting and stinking.

Ouma hesitated, looked at Monhami in the car, turned around and ran!

If he was caught by these people, there would be absolutely no way to live, he staggered under his feet, turned to the side, and ran straight forward in one breath, not daring to turn back, as for Monhami and them...

God willing!

He ran to the exit in one go, barely holding his breath, holding his knees, gasping for breath, staring around, the whole city was thrown into chaos, and people could see the Union army everywhere.

They...

How did you get in!

Could it be that General Aideed is about to fall?

Mogadishu is in chaos!

When Tang Dao heard the gunshots coming from the city, his face was very serious, and the left eyebrow jumped and then the right eyebrow jumped, and now even if he has the sixth sense, he doesn't know if it's a blessing or a curse.

He just had the gate closed, and then the tanks were blocked, and the heavy machine guns took the high point, and the crowd was not allowed to run towards him, including civilians! Such a large base can only hold US dollars.

He paced back and forth in the office, always feeling that something was wrong, if he was going to attack, why not attack Aideed's mansion?

The place where the battle began was more than 7 kilometers away from the official residence in a straight line, this is not like a premeditated battle, but more like it is to disrupt the law and order in the city, in order to hide ulterior motives?

The thought came to mind and then it didn't go away.

Their target should still be Aideed!

But as for which force it is, Tang Dao is a little unknown.

"John, John." He shouted that the other party's office was next door, but before the door could react, an even louder explosion came from inside the city of Mogadishu, and a small mushroom cloud swirled.

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