"The Somalia Regiment is destroyed! The Colonel Commander is killed!"

"How to concentrate firepower in modern warfare? On the mystery of Diaghassan's death"

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

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There are many well-known newspapers in Europe, including John's: The Times, The Daily Telegraph, Gaul Chicken: Le Figaro, The News Austria: The New Free Press, The New Vienna Daily, The Hawks: The Sun, etc., and they all feature many well-known military theorists' views on the situation in Africa.

It is believed that as long as Mobutu maintains such steady action, he can repel and even eliminate the remaining remnants, including the Mixed First Division, he can also stay. Some people think that Hassan's status will be severely impacted, and his elite troops will be destroyed. This is a very successful siege battle. Of course, some people think that Diaghassan's tactics have no problem. 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 the weapons and numbers of both sides really do not have the advantage.

Even the Nasser Military Academy where Diag was studying concealed the battle in the classroom. Many experts believe that in this case, Diag first wanted to break through! Being trapped in a place, you can only wait for death.

Of course, this is all hindsight. Anyway, Diag's body was used by Mobutu to exhibit nationwide.

This caused protests from many anti-war figures, and finally allowed Somalia to redeem Diag's body.

For this purpose, 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 gloomy and it seemed like it was about to rain lightly.

Hassan pulled about a thousand soldiers over to surround the "October 21" square in Mogadishu, and the square had long been decorated as a mourning hall. Flowers set off Diag's coffin, and the low and longing music was played on the radio, while some "voluntary" people lined up with flowers to admire Diag's appearance.

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

Many people may have heard of Nicholas, but they have never seen him. However, many people know Mister next to him.

Many institutions in Somalia have come. When they see Mister looking at Tang Dao again, smart people can guess his identity, but it is not convenient now, otherwise they will rely on it to make a familiar face.

"The Somalia doctor has good skills." Tang Dao stood aside after offering flowers. "I heard that Diag had at least a dozen bullets on his body, and his face was broken. I took a look just now and it was pretty good."

Mister chuckled from the side, looking up at Hassan and other officials who were silent not far away, "This is a nephew who can see who can see it. Although he is dead, he still needs a glorious spot, right?"

"Scenery?"

Tang Dao smiled meaningfully, "Maybe."

At this time, after the last person put the flowers on, Hassan suddenly stood up, looked calm, and walked to the microphone in the center of the square. He obviously had a lot of talk. Let's read the book.

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

The eyes contained disdain, struggle, and strong hatred. He treated the large tribes with the same policy as Aidede's treatment of the large tribes. He used force and high pressure to deal with the large tribes, demanding that they send personnel to the army and hand in hand over a few offerings. This civilization, which seemed to be in the farming era, seemed to be exaggerating the supremacy of force, but of course, there would be risks.

Hassan knew that he could not retreat, and the damn rats were about to climb up.

He stood in front of the microphone, and the speech was placed in his pocket, but the manuscript that seemed to be unnutrition could not save him now. After pondering for a while, he picked up the microphone and looked sad, "No one needs to tell the Somalis how sad it is today. We feel Africa's indifference to us! War hatred for us, but when kindness and patience become an attitude, anyone thinks you should enjoy time at the bottom, but how many years have we been waiting? We endured it in the era of black slaves, and we endured it in the colonial era, but now we are full of death on the road to finding freedom!"

He began to brew his emotions, and there could be a little scarlet in his eyes, and he roared, "My nephew died in the battle on the road for Somalia's freedom, and the next one must be me!"

I have to say that even in such a backward place in Africa, people who can sit in that position may not be very capable, but their eloquence and exaggeration are absolutely first-class. Putting aside the so-called racial discrimination, they are all people with charm, otherwise such a group of interest groups would not be gathered around them. What they are pursuing is not right or wrong, but what Hassan gives to those people.

This power of rendering is born, like a head of state. When you stand here, you open your mouth, and the people below can't help but cheer for you.

Hassanna's hideous face was moving, and the people below heard it were full of enthusiasm and repression. The Somalis finally stood up and left the British rule. They were mature individuals and needed to speak their own language in Africa.

Someone started calling his name below.

"Hasan!!"

Then this began to be crazy. At least tens of thousands of people in the square, they couldn't help but raise their hands and shout. This scene made Basil, Falkner and others look ugly, look at each other, and show a fierce look!

We must never let this guy turn the tables, we must take action.

"What is this guy going to do? Will you continue to start the war?" Mister felt the boiling people below, and said after scanning his eyes in surprise.

The little angel and other bodyguards were also very nervous. At this time, he was afraid that someone would be surprised by Tang Dao. However, Tang was very calm and slapped his mouth. There was no smell of smoke in his mouth and it was a bit dry. Looking at Hassan who kept waving his arms, he squinted his eyes and said with a smile, "Somali seems to be a lively view."

Hassan refused to wait for death like this, so Basil and others could not remain indifferent.

Maybe it won't take long before the real winner between the two sides will be decided.

The little angel didn't have much thought of listening to these rules and deceptions. He looked around with great vigilance. The hawk eyes suddenly condensed and found a woman staring straight at Hassan on the stage, with anger in her eyes, and slowly heading towards the crowd. When Hassan was still dozens of meters away, she suddenly took out a grenade and threw it over!

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

boom!

With a loud bang, the entire square suddenly burst into screams and madness. Tens of thousands of people lost their minds and ran around like headless flies. Some of them fell and were directly trampled to death. The little angel hurriedly grabbed Tang Dao's arm and said, "Go! Protect the boss out."

The other bodyguards took out their pistols, surrounded them, and rushed out towards the western corner where there were few people. Tang Dao looked back and saw that the grenade was just thrown under Diag's coffin, and the body was blown out.
Chapter completed!