"Humiliation, we admit it. And disasters only make us stronger.

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Who created fear, who saved you from fear.

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A peaceful and peaceful future requires the joint creation of everyone, which is not a personal matter, but a common task of the entire nation. For Allah's sake, do not leave calamity and fear to your children and grandchildren, and keep all hardship away from your children.

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Remember, only you can protect yourself, and if the people are strong, the country will be strong. And all you have to do now is to pick up the tools and rebuild your home.

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We sweat and blood, and we just want a peaceful sky. We work hard for prosperity and strength, just so that future generations do not go hungry.

Wake up! Go for it! With our own hard work and our own blood, we will defend our right to live.

Remember that Allah's mercy never gives to the lazy or to the cowardly.

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The first residential area in the west of the territory, the whole residential area is like a construction site, under the scorching sun, full of busy people, on the long pole erected on the side, the horn hanging high keeps shouting to the busy crowd, the existence of the Somali accent, interspersed with Somali folk songs from time to time, and occasionally can be heard singing.

In the distance, Farah and Mohammadi were also standing in the scorching sun, watching the busy construction site.

"Bell! Clang! A few bells rang, and all the busy Somalis put down their work and walked to the side under the shade to rest and cool off.

In order to take care of their bodies, under the scorching sun, every two hours they will rest for fifteen minutes and drink some cold water and mung bean soup.

Sweat continued to fall from their foreheads under the hats, the clothes on their bodies had already been soaked, everyone exuded a thick smell of sweat, a busy morning, everyone's faces were already covered with exhaustion, but in the exhaustion, there were countless joys.

Life is very tiring, but no one shouts out, because the physical exertion is exchanged for spiritual satisfaction.

It's not just that they can get paid, but that they are using their own hands to create their own homes, and these houses under construction are built for them. Without exception, whenever they see the neat houses that are gradually taking shape, countless people are working hard with tears in their eyes.

Reinforced concrete house, this together is just a luxury, for them, the most haode treatment in their dreams is just a snail house that can live in shelter from the wind and rain, and never thought that one day they could have a big house of reinforced concrete.

Farah and Mohammadi walked through one awning after another, and without exception were held in high esteem by these Somalis. Because they understood that everything they had now was given by the lord of the territory, and although they did not know who the owner of the territory was, they knew the position of Muhammadi here, and the respect they had for him, and there was not the slightest impurity. Mohammadi's side of Farah was treated in the same way, because everyone knew that the life they have now is also brought about by this person.

The inhabitants of Requn, because of the presence of Mohammadi and Farah, all gathered and each wanted to express their gratitude to the two of them in person, and the flow of people quickly overwhelmed them.

Even the guard squad assigned to them by Li Lan could not stop the enthusiastic crowd, and the words of praise were one after another.

Mohammadi and Farah were also excited, looking at their enthusiastic compatriots, their eyes were slightly red, and they shook hands with them one by one as much as possible, and responded to their thanks.

The bustle of the construction site lasted for fifteen minutes, and when the bell rang again, the crowd began to disperse because it was time to start work again. Although most of them have not thanked them in person, they don't want these two benefactors to see themselves who are slacking off.

The crowd dispersed and returned to the construction site, continuing to pick up their tools and get busy.

"I'm proud that they've been given a new lease of life." Farah sighed.

"I'm proud, I'm proud that I picked the right person." Muhammadi also sighed.

Hearing Mohammadi's emotion, Farah was silent for a moment, looking at the busy but orderly crowd under the detailed division of labor among the engineers, and his heart was full of feelings for a while.

He could relate to Muhammadi's feelings, because he felt the same way, but he still had concerns in his heart and did not know what the future would become. He has invested a lot in this, and I don't know what future generations will say about him.

He believed in his choice, but he was not sure that he had made the right choice.

"Mohammadi, does Mr. Li have any plans to let these people join the army?" Glancing at the ten heavily armed soldiers beside him, Farah whispered in Muhammadi's ear.

Muhammadi shook his head and replied: "I have asked the Commander about this a long time ago, and he did not have such thoughts. In his words, it is not easy to train a soldier, and he does not want to put Somalis without deep military training into battle. You can have five lions, and you don't need five hundred sheep. ”

Mohammadi's words did not lower the volume, he was not afraid that the guards next to him would hear them.

Looking at the neat guards and the set of combat equipment on his body, Farah nodded with deep sympathy, and said with emotion: "A lion is a lion, and no matter how many sheep there are, they can't beat a lion." ”

"Yes! The soldiers who came over recently are much stronger than the previous soldiers, and during the last military training competition, these new soldiers were able to quickly defeat the previous soldiers under the actual combat simulation. Moreover, each of these soldiers has a high degree of education and is proficient in operating many mechanical equipment. Many soldiers speak not only Mandarin and Somali, but also other languages, and I have seen an ordinary soldier who knows five languages. There are also many people who know the dialects of many tribes, and I have been wondering if sending these soldiers into battle will be a loss for Somalia. Speaking of the abilities of these soldiers, Mohammadi introduced them with great interest.

"Now I am even more impressed with him, you don't know how they train, where they train?" Farah asked, curious.

Muhammadi shrugged helplessly and said: "Of course I have asked, how to train, but where to train, their answers are always the same, directly answered in military secrets." ”

"yes, how can you tell someone about such a place!" Farah replied with a thoughtful reply, and then continued to ask, "Then how do they train?" ”

"Let's talk to you!" After Muhammadi finished speaking, he turned to the guard squad leader behind him and said, "Sergeant, come here." ”

"Yes." The head of the guard squad immediately came to the two of them.

"Tell Mr. Farah how you used to train? How long have you been training? "This guard squad was specially equipped by Li Lan for Muhammadi, and under Li Lan's instructions, Muhammadi had the right to order them.

Of course, the presence of the guard squad, in addition to ensuring the safety of Mohammadi, also has a little bit of surveillance. As long as Li Lan wanted to know, all the actions of Muhammadi could not escape the eyes of the guard squad. However, since the security squad was assigned to Muhammadi, Li Lan has never asked about this. And if Muhammadi betrayed something, the guards would report it on their own initiative. Of course, Li Lan also hopes very much that this kind of thing will not happen.

"It was the chief, who was exposed to military studies from an early age, and received rigorous military training from the age of eighteen. Our daily training subjects include martial arts, physical fitness, ......"

"How old are you now?" After listening to the detailed introduction of the guard squad leader, Farah asked again.

"Twenty-five!"

"Is there a family?" Farah continued.

"How can there be a home without a country!" The guard squad leader replied firmly, with no expression on his face.

Farah, who originally wanted to continue asking, was instantly silent when he heard such an answer, and couldn't help but pat the squad leader on the shoulder, and after a long time, asked, "What is your ideal?" ”

"To defend your country and build a strong Somalia, even if you are an enemy of the whole Shijie, you will not hesitate to do so. This is the common ideal of all officers and men, and it is also the driving force for our struggle. Before answering, the guard squad leader silently recited in his heart: always be loyal to the commander.