Chapter 937 Has Been Resolved

The scene of the welcome party was a little simpler, but the arrangement was still very careful. Especially the wine that was airlifted from France was constantly bubbling with joy, the imperial Jumbo Chicken on the table was wafting with a tangy aroma, and the tough and straight Eighth Regiment Senior Legion.

Ah..., everything is perfect!

The cameras of the reporters kept flickering, and there were endless questions from everyone. They photographed Colonel Palmer's confident and calm side, and enjoyed a front-line dinner with each other.

"Come..., may God bless America!" After the welcome meeting lasted ten minutes, Colonel Palmer stood up and led the crowd to toast and drink.

Good wine and delicious food, full of happiness.

Your Excellency the colonel felt that it was almost time, and he was about to leave the table. Suddenly the adjutant hurried over and whispered in his ear: "Sir, just now the deputy commander, Lieutenant Colonel Edson, sent a telegram saying that a large number of refugees were found in the Jiulongjiang area. The refugees rumored that the Chinese Communist Army is marching eastward."

"I see." Your Excellency the Colonel could not deny it. The reporter at the same table immediately asked what happened? He waved his hand indifferently and said: "The enemy has made some moves. They always run around after nightfall. However, there is no need to care too much about them."

The reporters were scribbling at once—shortly after our arrival, the enemy launched a ferocious attack. But Colonel Palmer was calm and commanded steadily.

Your Excellency the colonel didn't want to make himself appear too nervous, so he could only continue to sit down and continue eating, drinking and chatting for a while. Naturally, the other accompanying officers would not leave immediately.

After a while, the adjutant rushed over again and said: "Colonel, a reinforced enemy regiment was found in the Wufeng Mountain area. The commander Bai of the 1st Nanbang Division drew our attention to the enemy's military situation. He said that the enemy is probably a Chinese Communist Army." The teacher is coming towards us."

"Nanban First Division...?" Colonel Palmer couldn't help laughing. The Nanbang Army has always been a joke, and your Excellency the Colonel is not willing to listen to the nonsense of the Nanbang Master trained by the Japanese.

But it didn't take long for the calm Colonel Palmer to receive bad news again. The adjutant sent another report: "The Fifth Cavalry Regiment's operation to close the Yongbyon road failed, the transportation line to Unsan was cut off, and the Second Nambang Army was defeated.

Colonel Johnson of the Fifth Regiment sent a telegram saying that the soldiers who had fled to Nanbang were completely lost. They passed by their Fifth Regiment convoy in a trance like clay sculptures, and they did not respond to the gunfire from the outside and showed no expression. "

The situation was now urgent, and Colonel Palmer got up immediately. Based on the situation provided by the adjutant, he ordered decisively: "Order our howitzer battalion to immediately join the support of the fifth regiment, and shell the enemy who cut off the transportation line.

Ordered the Tenth Antiaircraft Artillery Group to retreat, ordered the Mirkin Battalion to shrink its defenses, ordered the 15th Nanbang Regiment to be the rear guard, ordered...  "

Colonel Palmer delivered his order in a tone that was sure and unquestionable, but the adjutant had to cut him off when he mentioned the Southern Fifteenth.

"Sir, I'm just about to report to you that the 15th South Battalion Regiment just sent a telegram saying that they will retreat in case of heavy attack, and we have lost contact with them now."

What? asshole!

Colonel Palmer was really angry when he heard that the 15th South Baseball Team could not be contacted. He slapped the table suddenly, and cursed angrily: "These Nanbang trash will collapse again, right?"

Pig teammates always have problems at critical moments every time. If the 15th Nanbang Regiment collapses too quickly, the 10th American Artillery Group that cooperates with it will be in danger. Colonel Palmer immediately roared: "I really want to shoot..., whoops!"

His Excellency the Colonel was raising his hand angrily, but his stomach also growled. The piercing pain came from his abdomen, and he had to turn into a cat from the pain, and bent down with a wrinkled face.

"Sir, what's the matter with you?" The adjutant was waiting for his boss's order, but seeing Colonel Palmer's appearance, it seemed a bit inappropriate.

The other officers at the same table also quickly surrounded them,

Worried inquiries one by one. Colonel Palmer managed to get over the initial pain and tried to stand up straight, continuing to maintain his image of mighty and inviolable.

"It's nothing. Where did you just say? Oh..., the 15th Nanbang Regiment may have collapsed. Let's ignore it, and immediately contact the Tenth Artillery Group, order..., order..., order...."

The adjutant was waiting for the colonel to continue, but the colonel's face was troubled. His stomach was rumbling non-stop, and he had to bend down a little every time it rumbled. The adjutant and the subordinate officers had to look at him worriedly, 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 give combat orders, and I can hold on." Colonel Palmer tried to straighten up again with his hands on the table. The reporters in the distance immediately clicked and snapped. This is a disease that insists on fighting. How can such noble feelings not be left as a souvenir.

If the American people know that there is such an army guarding them, then...  

A loud fart suddenly appeared at the welcome party, and it was extremely smelly, mixed with the smell of excrement. This incomparable chemical attack came so suddenly that everyone at the scene couldn't help but smell it—this..., it's so fucking disgusting!

It's just that everyone seemed indifferent to this loud fart, and everyone suddenly became serious, as if the smelly fart didn't exist at all. The adjutant even got closer to his boss, smiled and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I did the fart."

The reporters just pretended they didn't hear anything - should we just walk away quietly? Things don't need to be reported here.

But this fart was like a signal, and after one sound, it didn't stop. The adjutant found that he couldn't replace so many farts, because as the farts came out, the other officers who accompanied Colonel Palmer to the welcome party also began to bend down and hold their stomachs.

What was even more frightening was that the reporters on the opposite side followed suit. Some people turned around and hurriedly left the welcome party without saying a word, asking someone in a hurry to reincarnate, ‘Where is the toilet? Please, tell me where is the nearest toilet? '

"Sir, I have to leave."

"Sir, I need your forgiveness."

"Sir, I..., I..., I'm a little speechless."

The faces of the accompanying officers also changed drastically, and they left one after another. Now the adjutant also understood what the problem was with the people attending the welcome party—they collectively had diarrhea, and it was very acute and severe diarrhea.

The situation is too bad, this welcome party was arranged by the adjutant, and it is his fault that something went wrong now. But... why is Colonel Palmer standing still while everyone else rushes to the toilet like a dog grabbing shit?

"Colonel, do you need to go to make a convenience? Don't bear it anymore, I know how you feel. Maybe it's a problem with the food today, it's all my fault, I'm sorry." The adjutant ignored the bad smell in the room Taste, asked cautiously.

The expression on Colonel Palmer's face was extremely indescribable. Confused, angry, and sad, he finally whispered expressionlessly: "Go get me a pair of pants, my fart just now... has been resolved."