"The 3rd Somali Regiment is destroyed! The colonel's regimental commander was killed! 》

How to Concentrate Firepower in Modern Warfare? On Diag. Hassan's Death Mystery

"Human nature drifts away in war, life falls in war..."

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There are many well-known newspapers in Europe, such as John Bull's: The Times, The Daily Telegraph, Gallic Chicken's: Le Figaro, La Press, Austria: The New Free Press, The New Vienna Zeitung, and Eagle: The Sun, etc., all of which publish the views of many well-known military theorists on the situation in Africa.

Some people think that as long as Mobutu maintains such a steady and steady battle, and repels or even destroys the remaining remnants, including the mixed 1st Division, he can stay, and some people feel that Hassan's position will be violently impacted, and his elite troops will be defeated, which is a very successful siege battle. There was nothing wrong with Hassan's tactics, and the machine guns and snipers from the high ground caused the coalition forces, including mercenaries, to lose more than 500 men!

It's just that the two sides really don't have an advantage in terms of weapons and numbers.

Even the Nasser Higher Military Academy, where Diag studied, covered up this battle in class, and many experts believe that in such a situation, Diag's first thought is to break through! Trapped in one place, you can only wait for death.

Of course, this is all hindsight, and Diag's body was used by Mobutu for national exhibitions anyway.

This sparked protests from many anti-war activists, which eventually led to the redemption of Diag's body by Somalia.

To this end, Hassan also rented a transport plane from Tang Dao, picked up the other party, and held a memorial service 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 brought in about 1,000 soldiers to surround Mogadishu's "21 October" square, which had long been decorated as a mourning hall, with flowers supporting Diag's coffin, low, wistful music playing on the radio, and some "voluntary" people lining up with flowers to admire Diag's appearance.

Tang Dao was wearing a neat black suit, with a flower pinned to his chest, and more than a dozen bodyguards standing on both sides of him, all of them in suits, this posture made people know that this was a big guy at a glance.

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

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

"This Somali forensic doctor is very skilled." Tang Dao stood aside after offering flowers, "I heard that Diag has received at least a dozen bullets on his body, and his face is broken, I looked at it just now, and it was quite good." ”

Mister chuckled beside him and looked up at Hassan, who was silent not far away, and the other officials, "This is a nephew who can be seen, although he is dead, he also needs to be beautiful, isn't it?" ”

"Scenery?"

Tang Dao smiled meaningfully, "Maybe." ”

At this time, after the last member of the public had set up the flowers, Hassan suddenly stood up, calmly faced, and strode to the microphone in the center of the square, obviously talking loudly. Let's read the book

Hassan could feel the big tribal chiefs behind him all looking at him with a complicated look.

There was disdain, struggle, and hatred in his eyes, and he had the same policy as Aideed's treatment of the big tribes, using force and high-pressure posture to treat those big tribes, asking them to send people into the army, and how much to hand in, this kind of civilization that seems to be in the age of agriculture, but like exaggerating the supremacy of force, but of course, there are risks.

Hassan knew he couldn't back down, the damn rats were going to climb up.

He stood in front of the microphone, and the speech was in his trouser pocket, but the manuscript that seemed to him to be unnutritious could not save him now, and after groaning, he picked up the microphone with a sad face, "There is no need for anyone to tell the Somalis how sad they are today, we feel Africa's indifference to us!" The hatred of war against us, but when kindness and patience become an attitude, everyone thinks that you should enjoy time at the bottom, but how many years have we waited? We endured the slave era, we endured the colonial era, but now we are full of death on the way to freedom! ”

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

I have to say that even in such a backward place as Africa, the people who can sit in that position are not necessarily very capable, but their eloquence and rendering power are absolutely first-class, putting aside the so-called racial discrimination, they are all people with personality charm, otherwise, it is impossible to gather such a group of interest groups around them, what they are looking for is not right or wrong, but that Hassan gives those people what they deserve.

This rendering power is innate, like the Führer, you stand here, you open your mouth, and the people below can't help but cheer for you.

Hassan's hideous face is moving, the people below are full of blood boiling, feeling fanaticism, and repression, Somalis have finally stood up and left British rule, they are mature individuals, they need to express their own language in Africa.

Someone started to call his name down there.

"Hassan!!"

Then this began to spread wildly, and there were at least more than 10,000 people in the square, and they couldn't help but raise their hands and shout, this scene made Basil and Volkner and others look ugly, look at each other, and show a fierce light!

This guy must not be allowed to turn the tables, he has to do it.

"What is this guy going to do? To continue the war? Mister said after feeling the boiling crowd below, and glanced at him with a little surprise.

The little angel and other bodyguards were also very nervous, at this time, for fear that someone would have something wrong with Tang Dao, but Tang was very calm, so he lowered his mouth, there was no smell of smoke in his mouth, it was a little dry, looking at Hassan who was constantly waving his arms, squinting, and said with a smile, "Somalia seems to be lively." ”

Hassan refused to wait for death like this, and it was impossible for Nabasil and the others to remain indifferent.

It may not be long before the real winner between the two sides will be decided.

The little angel didn't have much heart to listen to these rules and regulations, he looked around vigilantly, these eagle eyes suddenly condensed, and found a woman staring directly at Hassan on the stage, with anger in her eyes, slowly walked towards the front of the crowd, and when there were still dozens of meters away from Hassan, she suddenly took out a grenade and threw it over!

"Be careful!" The little angel exclaimed in surprise and pressed the Tang knife, and when Namiste and the others heard his words, they were also busy bending down.

Rumble!

There was a loud bang, the whole square suddenly screamed and went crazy, tens of thousands of people lost their minds, running around like headless flies, some fell down and were trampled to death, the little angel was busy dragging Tang Dao's arm, "Go!" Protect the boss from out. ”

The other bodyguards took out their pistols, formed a circle, and rushed out towards the western corner where there were few people, Tang Dao looked back, and the grenade was just thrown under Diag's coffin, and the corpse was blown out.

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