The scene of the welcome party was a little simpler, but the decoration was still very careful. Especially the wine flown from France was constantly churning with joyful bubbles, and the imperial chicken on the table was filled with a fragrant aroma, and it was strong and tall.
The 8th Regiment Senior Regiment.
Ah..., everything is perfect!
The reporters' cameras kept flashing, and everyone asked questions one after another. They took pictures of Colonel Palmer's confident and calm side, and enjoyed dinner with him on the front line.
"Come..., may God bless America!" The welcome meeting lasted ten minutes. Colonel Palmer stood up and led everyone to raise their glasses and drink.
Good wine and delicious food, full of happiness.
The colonel felt that it was almost time and was about to leave. Suddenly the adjutant rushed over and whispered in his ear: "Sir, the deputy commander of the regiment, Lieutenant Colonel Edson, just sent a telegram saying that a large number of refugees were found in the Jiulong River area. Refugees
Rumor has it that the Chinese Communist Army is advancing eastward."
"I understand." Your Excellency, the colonel, could not comment. The reporter who was sitting at the table immediately asked what happened. He waved his hand nonchalantly and said, "The enemy has taken action. They always run around after dark.
But there’s no need to care too much about them.”
The reporters immediately wrote quickly - soon after we arrived, the enemy launched a fierce attack. But Colonel Palmer was calm and commanded steadily.
The colonel didn't want to appear too nervous, so he could only continue to sit down and continue to eat and drink and chat for a while. Naturally, the other accompanying officers would not leave immediately.
After a while, the adjutant came over again and said: "Colonel, a reinforced enemy regiment was found in the Wufeng Mountain area. Commander Bai of the First Division of Nanbang drew our attention to the changes in the enemy's military situation. He said that the enemy was probably a Chinese Communist Army regiment.
The division is coming towards us."
"The First Nanbang Division...?" Colonel Palmer couldn't help but laugh. The Nanbang Army has always been a joke, and the colonel is not willing to listen to the nonsense of a Nanbang division commander trained by the Japanese.
But not long after, the calm Colonel Palmer received bad news again. The adjutant came to report again: "The operation of the Fifth Cavalry Regiment to close the Yongbyon road failed, and the transportation line to Unsan was cut off.
The Second Army was defeated.
Colonel Johnson of the 5th Regiment sent a telegram saying that the soldiers who had fled to Nanbang were completely lost. When they passed by the 5th Regiment's convoy, they were in a trance like clay statues, with no reaction to the gunfire from the outside and no expression."
The situation became urgent at this time, and Colonel Palmer stood up immediately. Based on the information provided by the adjutant, he gave a decisive order: "Order our howitzer battalion to immediately join the support of the fifth regiment and shell the enemy who cuts off the transportation line.
Order the 10th Anti-aircraft Artillery Group to retreat, order the Mirkin Battalion to shrink its defenses, order the 15th Nanbang Regiment to serve as rear guard, order..."
Colonel Palmer gave the order in a firm and unquestionable tone, but when he mentioned the 15th Regiment of the South Army, the adjutant had to interrupt him.
"Sir, I was just about to report to you that the 15th Nanbang Regiment just sent a telegram saying that they were about to retreat in the face of a fierce attack. We can no longer contact them now."
What? Asshole!
Colonel Palmer got really angry when he heard that the 15th Nanbang Regiment could not be contacted. He slammed the table and cursed angrily: "Isn't it possible that these Nanbang wastes have collapsed again?"
Pig teammates always have problems suddenly at critical moments. If the 15th Nanbang Regiment collapses too quickly, the U.S. 10th Anti-aircraft Artillery Group that cooperates with it will be in danger. Colonel Palmer immediately roared: "I
I really want to shoot him..., ouch!"
The Colonel was raising his hands angrily, but his stomach also growled. A heartbreaking pain came from his abdomen, so painful that he had to turn into a cat, frowning and bending down.
"Sir, what's wrong with you?" The adjutant was waiting for his boss's order, but looking at Colonel Palmer's behavior, something seemed a little wrong.
The other officers sitting at the table also hurriedly gathered around, asking worried questions one by one. Colonel Palmer finally got over the initial pain, tried to stand up straight, and continued to maintain his inviolable image.
"Nothing. What did you just say? Oh..., the 15th Nanbang Regiment may have collapsed. Let's ignore it and contact me immediately. Order 10th Artillery Group, order..., order..., order..."
The adjutant was waiting for the colonel to continue speaking, but the colonel's face was tangled at this moment. His stomach growled non-stop, and he had to bend down a little with every growl. The adjutant and subordinate officers had to worry.
I looked at him, expecting him to straighten his back again.
"Sir, let me call the military doctor for you." The adjutant suggested sincerely.
"No, it's more important to issue combat orders. I can still hold on." Colonel Palmer put his hands on the table and tried to straighten up again. Reporters in the distance immediately started snapping pictures. This was such a noble act of persisting in fighting despite being sick.
How can feelings not leave a souvenir?
If the American people know that there is such an army to protect them, then...
A loud fart suddenly appeared at the welcome party, and it was extremely smelly, mixed with the smell of feces. This unparalleled chemical attack came so suddenly that everyone present could not avoid taking a whiff - this
..., it’s so damn disgusting!
But everyone seemed indifferent to the loud fart, and everyone suddenly became serious, as if the fart didn't exist at all. The adjutant even got closer to his boss, smiled and apologized: "I'm sorry, this fart was caused by me."
The reporters just pretended they heard nothing - should we just walk away quietly? There is no need to report anything here.
But this fart was like a signal, and it didn't stop after it sounded. The adjutant found that he couldn't replace so many farts, because as the farts came out one after another, other people who accompanied Colonel Palmer to the welcome party
The officer also began to bend down and cover his stomach.
What's even more frightening is that the reporters on the opposite side also followed the shouting. Some people didn't say a word, turned around and hurriedly left the welcome meeting, looking for someone in a hurry to reincarnate and asked, "Where is the toilet? Please, please."
Tell me where the nearest toilet is?'
"Sir, I have to leave for a while."
"Sir, I need your forgiveness."
"Sir, I..., I..., I'm a little speechless."
The expressions of the accompanying officers also changed drastically and they left one after another. Now the adjutant also understood what problem the people attending the welcome party had encountered - they collectively had diarrhea, and it was very acute and severe diarrhea.
The situation was too bad. The adjutant had arranged this welcome party, and it was entirely his fault that something went wrong. However... Wei Mao and others rushed to the toilet like shit, but Colonel Palmer still stood still.
Straight and motionless?
"Colonel, do you need to go and make a convenience? Don't bear it anymore, I know how you feel. Maybe there is something wrong with the food today. It is all my fault. I am sorry." The adjutant ignored the unpleasant stench in the room.
Taste, asked cautiously.
The expression on Colonel Palmer's face was extremely difficult to describe. Tangled, angry, and sad, he finally whispered expressionlessly: "Go get me a pair of pants. The fart I just made... has been solved."