Rise of the Wasteland

The scene of the welcome party is a bit simpler, but the layout is still very careful. In particular, the wines that have been transported from France are constantly bubbling with joyful bubbles, the royal treasure chicken placed on the table is fragrant and fragrant, and the tough and upright eighth regiment.

Ah ... everything is perfect!

The cameras of journalists have been flashing, and you have a lot of questions. They photographed the confident and calm side of Colonel Palmer, and enjoyed the front line dinner with each other.

"Come ... God bless America!" The welcome party lasted ten minutes, and Colonel Palmer stood up and led the crowd to a drink.

Food and wine accompanied with happiness.

His Excellency Colonel felt that it was almost time, and he was about to leave. Suddenly, the deputy hurried to the ear and whispered: "Sir, the deputy commander Colonel Edson just sent a telegram saying that a large number of refugees had been found in the Jiulong River area. The refugees rumored that the CCP is moving east."

"I see." His Excellency Colonel could not agree. The reporter at the table asked immediately what happened? He waved his hand indifferently: "The enemy has acted, they always run around after dark. However, there is no need to care about them too much."

The reporters immediately swept a penny letter-shortly after our arrival, the enemy launched a fierce attack. But Colonel Palmer was calm and commanding.

His Excellency Colonel did not want to make himself appear too nervous, and could only continue to sit down and continue to eat and drink and chat, and other accompanying officers naturally would not leave immediately.

After a while, the lieutenant came over again and said, "Colonel, a strengthening regiment of the enemy was found in the Wufeng Mountain area. Bai Shi, the first division of the Nanban Division, drew attention to the changes in the enemy's military situation. He said that the enemy was probably a CCP The division is coming at us. "

"The first division of Nanba ...?" Colonel Palmer laughed. The Nanbat Army has always been a joke. His Excellency Colonel was unwilling to listen to nonsense of a Nanban division commander trained by the Japanese.

It didn't take long for the calm Colonel Palmer to receive bad news again. The Lieutenant reported again: "The operation of the fifth cavalry to close the Yongbyon road failed, the transportation line to Yunshan was cut off, and the Nanba Second Army was defeated.

Colonel Johnson of the Fifth Regiment sent a telegram saying that those soldiers who had fled to Nangan completely lost their souls and passed through their fifth convoy. They were ashamed of clay sculptures, and did not respond to the sound of gunshots from the outside. "

The situation was urgent, and Colonel Palmer stood up immediately. Based on the information provided by the lieutenant, he categorically ordered: "Order our howitzer battalion to immediately support the Fifth Regiment and bombard enemies who cut off the transportation line.

Order the tenth anti-aircraft artillery group to retreat, order Milkin camp to contract the defense, order the Southern Stick 15th Regiment as the defender, order ... "

Colonel Palmer gave the order in an affirmative and unquestionable tone, but when he mentioned the Nantong Fifteenth Regiment, the lieutenant had to interrupt him.

"Sir, I am about to report to you. The Southern Battalion Fifth Regiment just reported that they would retreat after a fierce attack. We can no longer contact them."

What? Asshole!

Hearing that the Nanbang Fifth Regiment could not be reached, Colonel Palmer was really angry. He slammed the table abruptly, cursing wildly: "Should these Nanbei waste collapse again?"

Pig teammates always have problems suddenly at critical moments. If the Southern Battalion Fifth Regiment collapses too quickly, then the tenth US artillery group that cooperates with it will be in danger. Colonel Palmer yelled immediately: "I really want to shoot ... eh!"

His Excellency Colonel was raising his hands in anger, but his stomach also murmured. The pain in the heart came from his abdomen. He had to be a tiger and became a cat, and wrinkled his face and bent down.

"Sir, what's the matter with you?" The lieutenant was waiting for his boss's order, but it seemed a little bad for Colonel Palmer to look like this.

The other officers at the same table quickly gathered around and asked each one worryingly. Colonel Palmer managed to ease the initial pain, struggling to stand upright, and continued to maintain his mighty image.

"Nothing. Where did you just say? Oh ..., the Nanbat 15th Regiment may have collapsed. We ignored it and immediately contacted the 10th Artillery Group and ordered ..., ordered ..., ordered ..."

The lieutenant was waiting for the colonel to continue, but the colonel's face was tangled. His stomach was rumbling, and he had to bend his waist a little with every yelling. The lieutenant and subordinate officers had to look at him with anxiety, expecting that he would straighten up the bar again.

"Sir, I'll call you the medic," the aide advised sincerely.

"No, it's more important to give a combat order. I'm pretty good." Colonel Palmer supported the table with his hands and straightened up again. The distant reporter immediately clicked and patted non-stop, but this was a disease that persisted in fighting. How could such a noble feeling not leave a memorial.

If the American people are told that there is such an army guarding themselves, then ...

There was a loud fart at the welcome party, and it was so stinky, mixed with the smell of feces. This unparalleled chemical attack came so suddenly that everyone on the scene couldn't avoid smelling it-this ..., it was so disgusting to him!

But everyone seemed indifferent to this loud fart, and everyone suddenly became serious, as if the bad smell did not exist at all. The lieutenant was even closer to his boss and smiled and said, "I'm sorry ~ www.readwn.com ~ I put this fart."

Reporters just don't hear anything-should we walk away quietly? Nothing needs to be reported here.

But this fart seemed like a signal, and then it kept on after a sound. The lieutenant found that he couldn't replace so many farts, because as each one came out, other officers accompanying Colonel Palmer to the welcome meeting also began to bend down and cover his stomach.

What's more terrible is that the reporters who followed also shouted loudly. Someone didn't say a word, and hurriedly left the scene of the welcome party to find someone in an anxious posture to ask ‘Where is the toilet? Please, please tell me where is the nearest toilet? ’

"Sir, I have to leave."

"Sir, I need your understanding."

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

The accompanying officers also changed their looks and left. At this time, the lieutenant also understood what happened to the people who attended the welcome meeting-they had diarrhea collectively, and they were very acute and severe diarrhea.

The situation was too bad. The welcome party was arranged by the deputy, and now it is his fault that something went wrong. However ... Colonel Palmer was standing still in a straight line for the rest of Mao's dog rushing to the toilet.

"Colonel, do you need to go a little easier? No need to bear anymore, I know how you feel. Maybe this is a bit of a problem with the food today, it's all my fault, I'm sorry." The lieutenant ignored the bad smell in the room. He asked carefully.

The expression on Colonel Palmer's face was extremely difficult to speak. Tangled, angry, and sad, he finally whispered expressionlessly: "Go and get me a pair of pants. I just got that fart ... and it's resolved."