Chapter 469： : well-behaved puppet

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The medium-caliber artillery slammed at the town of Nightingale, which was like a slogan, and the impatient mercenaries and Zaire troops who had been waiting around rushed towards each other.

In Nightingale, Diag Hassan had only 2 battalions, about 800 people, occupying a favorable position to counterattack the enemy.

The PK machine gun was mounted on the roof, shooting condescendingly. Under such heavy firepower, almost no one could lift their heads up, enough to cover a street with a width of only seven or eight meters.

In order to eliminate the opponent's vital forces, Diage Hassan also organized a sharpshooter team of about 50 people to snipe and kill the opponent's important figures.

Moreover, in order to provide support at any time, a reserve team of 200 people was drawn out, which is a bit like the German army in World War II. Positional warfare is a war of attrition. As long as there is no shortage of bullets, Diag Hassan is confident that the opponent's Impact blocked.

Of course, the possibility of counterattacking or even annihilating the opponent is extremely slim.

A residential house in Nightingale.

This is the second headquarters opened by Diag Hassan. He is sitting solemnly, with an upright body, slightly frowning, holding a pen in his hand, trembling slightly. Mobutu's encirclement circle has formed. , mobilized two divisions and a brigade, more than 18,000 people, plus mercenaries, the siege of more than 20,000 people, no wonder, Diag Hassan has a surrender letter in his clothes.

Africa has been colonized by the Western world for a long time, and the style of this army is almost the same. There is no idea of ​​killing one's life for benevolence or sacrificing one's life for righteousness.

This is the norm.

However, Diago Hassan felt that with his elite troops, he should be able to resist for a while, as long as he waited for his uncle's reinforcements.

"Pick me up in Mogadishu".

Diag Hassan turned his head and said suddenly to the staff officer that he asked for help.

…

After Hassan hung up the phone, his face was haggard, and now he was faintly regretting why he had to participate in this crap.

Wasn't it just that he was slapped in the face? Mobutu was a lunatic. What did he care about with him? Now it's all right. The elite 3rd regiment is completely divided into various battlefields in Zaire. Heir, don't besiege now. According to Diage's original words, you can support it for another three days at most. The opponent has heavy artillery to press the formation. I am afraid that no matter how powerful the defense line is, it will be destroyed in an instant.

Hassan relied on this army for his livelihood. If he was completely wiped out, other tribes in Somalia would definitely rebel. He was able to suppress this group of people entirely by force.

Can't drag it on!

Either get rid of Mobutu, or... withdraw troops.

He stood up in a hurry, walked to the desk, picked up the receiver, and called Tang Dao. After a few rings, someone answered the phone.

"This is Hassan, Mr. Nicholas, please answer the phone." Although he was angry, he still suppressed his anger and maintained his superficial calmness.

"Please wait."

The little angel covered the microphone and walked towards Tang Dao who was shooting the target. Don't panic, take your time, and wait for the other party to finish firing the bullets before handing over the mobile phone, "Boss, General Hassan's phone number."

"Hehe, it seems that this general really can't wait any longer, and he doesn't even have the patience." Tang Dao said with a smile to Mist beside him, wiped the sweat from his palms, and answered the phone, "Good afternoon , Mister Hassan."

Hassan took a deep breath, "I also want to have a good time, but I don't." This is the more he thinks about it, the more angry he is, he is going crazy here, but the other party seems to be very comfortable, and his tone can't help but increase a little , "Mr. Nicholas, the battle situation is not good! If you don't want to overthrow Mobutu, I will call my army back."

He thinks that Tang Dao should want Mobutu to die more than he does, because, in the interest of Zaire, the one who loses the most is the other party.

But when Tang Dao heard Hassan's almost childish threat, he almost didn't laugh out loud. He knew that even if he didn't ask Mobutu to settle the score, he would have come to an end this time, and the mercenaries could only drink poison to quench their thirst. Moreover, hundreds of employees are active inside the enemy. According to the staff of the think tank, as long as a few helicopters rush into Kinshasa at night, Mobutu can be captured alive.

The success rate is about 78%!

Moreover, Tang Dao could already hear Hassan's backing down, and he obviously didn't want to fight anymore. Expectantly comforted him slightly, "Mr. Hassan, the battle situation is so anxious that any decision may affect the future. Therefore, we I hope you can still think about it carefully."

Hassan was silent for a while, then gritted his teeth, "Then, does the Savior Company need to give us some support?"

"Of course! Three Su-27s and two Su-24s will take off from Mogadishu and Eritrea to carry out strategic strikes on Kinshasa, and our front-line employees will give tactical guidance to the 3rd Regiment, which has been handed over to Kenya Two Mi-24 helicopters have already gone to support Ming, and I think that by then, the First Mixed Division should form an anti-encirclement."

Hassan breathed a sigh of relief, but he still had deep fears. Tang Dao's strength had expanded to such an extent that he was now more like a puppet. Tang Dao's next words made Hassan furious.

"Mr. Hassan, General Basil is a true Somali who yearns for peace. I think he can take on a more important position in Somalia."

asshole!

Hassan was so angry that he was about to smoke. What is Basil's identity now? The military leader, and because of the different races, is also the spokesperson of other tribes at the top.

His reputation is gradually gaining momentum, let him go one step further, where will it go? Hassan, is he going to come down and make a baby for the other party?

"You don't need to worry about this matter, we will solve it ourselves." Hassan hung up after leaving this sentence. He was afraid that if he said too much, he would not be able to resist breaking up with Tang Dao.

Listening to the busy tone in the microphone, Tang Dao smiled helplessly, "This temper is not mellow at all."

Immediately afterwards, his face became serious, and his eyes became very indifferent, "Doesn't he feel that he still has some people in his hands? And isn't he relying on Diage Hassan? If a tiger doesn't even have the last tooth So, is he still called a tiger? Bullets don’t have eyes on the battlefield, maybe Diage will be killed at some point.”

Mister and Little Angel immediately understood what their boss meant and said hurriedly, "Yes, war never distinguishes anyone's identity. He will die, on the battlefield."

Tang Dao wants to cut off Hassan's hope! Then the rear of Somalia will become more and more stable. Basil is greedy for money, but he is also very ambitious. He is not suitable for support, but it is more than enough to be a partner. Hassan is a puppet. When the time comes for the whole of Somalia, he will be useless. He is the real speaker.

As for whether Hassan will avenge Diage, stop making trouble, he is just a nephew, and he will always be a nephew!

When it doesn't threaten his life, all the anger is just a bluff, no wolf king will send himself to die for a little wolf. ,

Sons can have many, let alone nephews? As long as Hassan is given the illusion that he is alive, there is hope, then the other party will never be so determined to work hard in his life.

People are greedy for life and afraid of death!

Bravery on the battlefield is another kind of greed for life. Only by killing the opponent can one live!

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