Volume 2: The crown and the hat are all over the capital, and the spirit is full of energy and enter the foggy city Chapter 67 New Rules
The subtitle of this chapter: TO BE HONEST, this idea comes from another writer.
Sunday, March 6, 1921.
The weather was really good that day, the sun was bright but not glaring, and a few white clouds lazily hung in the blue sky. There was no smog like in New York at the border between Washington, DC and Virginia, so the PM values were definitely much lower.
It was early spring again, and even in the afternoon, when the temperature was the highest, people outside still felt cool. Even the conservative men in full suits and the conservative women in suffocating corsets did not feel hot.
This is really a good day to go out for an outing.
The horse farm in Fort Myer is a professional-level horse racing arena, with a flat ground and green grass. Not to mention a duel, even a professional-level football game would be no problem.
As descendants of cowboys, Americans naturally have a special liking for horses and cavalry. The 4th Cavalry Battalion is indeed a ceremonial unit. Although the combat effectiveness of such a unit is unlikely to be very high, it definitely looks like a real one.
The cavalrymen who
As the commander of the cavalry battalion, Major Patton really put a lot of thought into this duel.
This is not because he and our Master Yuan hit it off right away and that is why he is helping so hard.
Major Patton really thought it was just a private duel. As an officer with a restless temperament, he certainly wanted to watch the fun, so he agreed immediately.
But when he read the newspaper the next morning, he knew that the matter was serious. Before he could react, the phone on his desk started ringing non-stop, and the callers were all the great people in Washington, and they all asked about the duel.
In fact, this was exactly what Major Patton had in mind. Although he acted like an honest boy... well, a dad during World War II, in real history... at least at this stage, he was a man with a strong desire for fame and success.
He and his wife, Beatrice Banning Ayer, were both wealthy people. The wealthy couple did not live in their hometown of California or New York, but bought property in Washington, D.C. The reason was that he believed that Washington was closer to "God" than anywhere else, and ambitious people should settle there .
So this carnival-like duel gave Major Patton an opportunity to curry favor with the bigwigs in Washington.
Who says foreigners don't understand or do "face projects"? Today, this horse farm and these cavalry are the result of Major Patton's careful planning. He also tidied up the viewing platform beside the horse farm.
His efforts were not in vain, because now sitting on the viewing stand in the middle was the newly elected President of the United States, Warren Harding, and his senior cabinet officials.
Wherever the President of the United States of the 21st century goes, he looks as if he is facing a formidable enemy, and is accompanied by a large number of famous United States Secret Service (USSS) agents.
People in later generations have always had a conspiracy theory about this department, because the Secret Service was originally an enforcement agency of the Treasury Department used to combat counterfeit currency, so there is a rumor that the assassinations of several American presidents were caused by the Secret Service's deliberate "oversight."
In fact, it was not until after William McKinley was assassinated by an anarchist gunman in 1901 that Congress informally asked the Secret Service to assume the responsibility of protecting the president.
In 1908, Theodore Roosevelt simply incorporated this department into the newly established BOI and made it a core department.
That is to say, from that time on, the Secret Service was under the jurisdiction of the Department of Justice. Anyone who knows a little about American politics knows that the Attorney General is generally the president's confidant. Of course , the prerequisite is that the president has a suitable candidate, at least a lawyer.
For example, JFK's Attorney General was his brother Robert Kennedy; FDR's Attorney General was Homer Steele Cummings, who was not only a family friend but also a business partner; and President Warren Harding's Attorney General Harry M. Dougherty was his benefactor and old friend.
So there really aren't that many conspiracy theories. In the United States, where most people can legally own guns, it's really difficult to protect a specific target in public. Of course, the JFK assassination is a bit hard to explain...
In 1921, the Secret Service's protection was even more amateurish, and President Harding and his people were only separated from the general public by a barrier. If someone had really learned from the Korean hero Yun Bong-gil's approach, they might have really wiped out Harding's entire cabinet.
There were very few entertainment activities these days, and it was a rare opportunity to encounter something so exciting. President Harding, who was a bit frivolous, brought his like-minded "Ohio Gang" to witness the duel in person.
The old man held a telescope in his hand and asked with great interest: "Do you think these two men will fight with guns or swords this time?"
The 60-year-old Attorney General Mr. Doherty said with a smile: "I see that they have already arrived at the horse field. I guess they will use knight lances to duel."
Secretary of the Treasury Mr. Mellon nodded and said, "Really? This is really an eye-opener! But they didn't wear Gothic armor, and they didn't even prepare horses."
President Harding picked up the telescope and said, "Quiet, hush, quiet. The Japanese is going to read out the rules of the duel."
Colonel Yoshisaburo Nomura picked up the rules with a bitter face... because he had already read through them, so his face looked so grim.
He took a deep breath and read into the loudspeaker:
"After the dueling parties, Mr. Harold Alexander and Mr. Neo Yuan, agreed, the rules of this duel are as follows:
"First, the two sides are twenty-four steps apart, and there is a bottle of Irish malt whiskey on each step..."
"What nonsense is this Japanese talking about? Why are there two dozen bottles of whiskey on the duel field? Are they competing in drinking capacity?"
"Hush, listen!"
"Second, after the starting gun was fired, both parties walked to the two farthest positions and started drinking."
"FXCK, are they really competing in drinking capacity? What the hell is there to see? I might as well go to a bar!"
"Well, I don't think it's that simple."
"Third, when the bottle of wine is empty, both parties can throw the bottle at each other. After the thrown bottle lands, they can move on to drink the next bottle of wine."
"Ah..." The whole audience was stunned.
"Fourth, each side has one timeout opportunity, and each timeout can last 15 minutes."
“Ha…haha…” The whole audience took a breath.
"Fifth, if one party surrenders voluntarily, or loses the ability to act, or is unable to continue according to their own judgment, then that party is declared defeated. The duel is over."
“Ha…hahaha…hahaha…” the whole audience laughed.
Colonel Yoshisaburo Nomura cursed in his heart, "Baka, bastard, bastard!"
It would be fine if he, a high-ranking officer of the Imperial Japanese Navy, presided over the duel, but this duel was...
What nonsense!
