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April 1, April Fool's Day, 1993.

Tom Jensen, with one of his own platoon of fighters, began a routine patrol of Mogadishu while investigating Farah's tracks.

Three armed Humvees at the head, followed by two main battle tanks, armored vehicles behind, and two helicopters in the sky, all the American GIs were heavily armed and carefully patrolled along the fixed route.

"Tom, Eleven Street is safely passed, we're heading to Nine Street and we're not in danger!" After that, he put down the walkie-talkie and looked out of the bulletproof glass window at the streets of Mogadishu, which were still the same as before, dirty and messy, with sewage flowing everywhere, and some corpses and bullet holes could be seen from time to time.

"This group of Somalis is really ignorant and backward!" After Tom finished speaking, he curled back a little, trying to sit as comfortable as possible, and closed his eyes at the same time: "Be careful, be careful of the ambush!" ”

Routine patrols, which do not enter the central area of Mogadishu city, but only go around the periphery, are very dangerous, as long as they do not penetrate deep into the city of Mogadishu, they will not encounter Farah's men, these black people on the periphery, do not have the courage to attack the Americans.

"Head, something seems to be wrong today!"

The armored car observer at the head looked at the calm streets around him, and felt a little apprehensive, when patrolling in the past, he would often see some black people standing listlessly on the side of the road, looking at them, some with hope in their eyes, some with fear in their eyes, and some with hatred in their eyes.

But today, there was not a single person to be seen, not a single black person except the corpses on the ground, as if all the black people had disappeared overnight, and they had entered the empty city.

Everyone behind him quickly discovered this problem and began to talk about it, these American GIs showed a nervous look on their faces, they were not afraid of being attacked, but this kind of weird-looking event, everyone would feel panicked when they encountered it.

Jensen opened his eyes and looked around, and sure enough, he didn't see any living people, his heart couldn't help beating a little faster, and when he looked closely at the surrounding buildings, it didn't look like no one had lived there, but more like all the black people had disappeared overnight.

"These blacks won't have any infectious diseases, they're all dead!" A machine gunner behind him, a little panicked, said that there are often large-scale infectious diseases in Africa, what Ebola virus, an outbreak, will kill hundreds of thousands of people, or even millions of people, when they come to Africa, although they have been vaccinated, but the devil knows whether these vaccines are useful or not!

Jensen quickly reported the matter to the command, and soon, new instructions came down, check the surrounding situation, Jensen looked around, stopped the vehicle, and began to check the surrounding situation, several American GIs walked up to a house, put on gas masks, and walked in.

The room was empty, and there was still some food on the table, and it looked like it was going to disappear after eating, and the two American GIs looked at each other and quickly retreated, they had never seen such a strange soldier, and their hearts began to panic.

At this time, in the square in the center of Mogadishu, all the blacks were concentrated here, and the blacks on the periphery of the city were also gathered, and there were people on both sides who distributed food, but these foods were not taken for nothing, and after taking the food, they had to go to the speech, and they would be given food according to the head, and half a pound of flour per person, which is why this group of blacks would disappear and go to the city center.

"Brothers, compatriots, since our independence, Somalia has been a sovereign country, a complete country, but now, the Americans have sent peacekeeping troops stationed on our soil, they want Mr. Farah, so that we cannot complete the reunification of the country, we cannot develop, they make us poor, backward, let us not have enough to eat, everything we have now, is caused by the Americans!"

After finishing speaking, the black people in the audience also began to get excited, black people are the most easily incited, there is no one, after a few words, a group of people immediately became excited.

The speaker on the stage, with a smile on his face, looked at the script in his hand and continued to incite: "We can't beat the Americans, we have to admit that our weapons are backward, we don't have tanks, we don't have airplanes, we don't have aircraft carriers, if we go to armed resistance against the Americans, we will be slaughtered by them, and we will never be soft on the slaughter of whites, but we can't sit still, we want to drive the Americans out, we will use their self-proclaimed civilized behavior to drive the Americans out!" ”

The group of blacks did not know what the so-called peaceful way was, but they were still restless, staring at the speaker on the stage, waiting for his next move.

"We go to the demonstration, we sit-in in front of their station, let them consciously get out of the territory of Somalia, Mr. Farah will provide you with security, provide food, every day the people who participate in the demonstration, there will be half a pound of flour, now everyone follows me, go outside the city, go to the American station, and tell them loudly, to be independent, not to garrison!"

"Good!"

Someone in the crowd took the lead in shouting, approaching a group of black people shouted excitedly, I don't know if it was because of the good slogan, or because there was flour every day, after someone took the lead, this group of black people immediately began to turn around, towards the outside of the city, like a dark ocean, towards the outside of the city.

Standing on a high place, watching everything that happened below, it was as if oil had been poured out of a barrel of oil and flowing low, while Farah and the rest of the reinforcements were standing on the third floor of a building, drinking wine with wine glasses in their hands.

"Captain Yu, what do you think of my approach?"

The remaining reinforcements gave a thumbs up, this method is really good, even perfect, if the armed confrontation with the Americans, the Americans may be bloodily suppressed, but now, it is a peaceful way to protest, this group of Americans is estimated that there are not many ways, they can't really slaughter these blacks, right?

"What if the Americans don't agree to the withdrawal?"

"Then we'll keep protesting!"

Yu Yuanjun touched his chin and thought of a solution: "You can find some reporters from abroad to record your actions this time, and it is best to take more photos and mail them to internationally famous newspapers, so that you can increase the international influence of your demonstrations in this demonstration!" ”

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