Subtitle of this chapter: TO BE HONEST, this idea comes from another writer.

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Sunday, March 6, 1921.

The weather on this day was really good, with sunny but not dazzling, and a few white clouds hung lazily on the blue sky. There was no smoke and dust in New York at the junction of Washington, DC and Virginia, and the various PM values ​​must be much lower.

It's early spring again, and even when it's the afternoon of the day, people outside still feel extremely cool. Even if the conservative men are wearing full formal outfits and those conservative women are strangling with breathless corsets, they won't feel hot.

This is really a good day to go out for an outing.

The Fort Myer racecourse is a professional-level horse racing arena. The ground is flat and the grass is green. Not to mention duels, there is no problem even if you have a professional football match.

As descendants of cowboys, Americans naturally have a special liking for animals like horses and cavalry. The Fourth Cavalry Battalion is indeed a ceremonial force. Although the combat effectiveness of such a person cannot be very high, it definitely looks similar.

The cavalrymen who rode horses around to maintain order were dressed in handsome military uniforms, and their seats were tall and big horses with gorgeous horses, which attracted the ladies and ladies... and several gentlemen to swallow their saliva.

As the battalion 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 at first sight and helped him so hard.

Major Patton originally thought it was just a private duel. As an officer with a less obedient temperament, of course he wanted to see the fun, so he agreed immediately.

But when he read the newspaper the next morning, he knew that things were going on. Before he could react, the phone on his desk began to ring constantly, and all the callers from Washington were all the masters from Washington, and they asked about the duel.

In fact, this has fulfilled Major Patton's thoughts. Although he acted like a straightforward BOY during World War II... Well, DAD, but in real history... at least at this stage he was a person with great fame and honor.

He and his wife, Bentrice Banning Ayer, are both rich people. The rich couple do not live in their hometown of California or New York, and specialize in buying property in Washington, DC. The reason is that he believes that Washington is closer to "God" than anywhere else, and aspiring people should settle there.

So this duel, which was like a carnival, gave Major Patton an opportunity to please the big names in Washington.

Whoever said that foreigners don’t understand or do “face-saving projects”? Today, this horse farm and these cavalry are the result of Major Patton’s careful arrangement. He also carefully picked up the viewing platform beside the horse farm.

His efforts were not in vain. Now, sitting on the viewing platform was the newly released American Commander Warren Harding and his senior cabinet officials.

No matter where the US president of the 21st century goes, he looks like he is facing a great enemy, and he is surrounded by a large number of famous United States Secret Service (USSS) agents.

Later generations have always had some conspiracy theories about this department. Because the Secret Service was originally a law enforcement department used by the Ministry of Finance to crack down on counterfeit banknotes, there is a rumor that several US presidents assassinated the Secret Service deliberately "secrets and secrets".

In fact, after William McKinley was assassinated by an anarchist gunman in 1901, Congress informally demanded that the Secret Service bear the heavy responsibility of protecting the president.

By 1908, Theodore Roosevelt simply classified this department under the newly established BOI and was the core department.

In other words, since then, the Secret Service has been under the jurisdiction of the Department of Justice. Anyone who knows a little common sense in 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 is his younger brother Robert Kennedy; FDR's attorney general is Homer Steele Cummings, not only his family friend but also a business partner; and this attorney general Harry M.Dolty, who served as President Warren Harding, is his great nobleman and old friend.

So there are really not so many conspiracy theories. In the United States, a country where most people can legally hold guns, it is really difficult to protect a specific target in public. Of course, the JFK assassination is a bit unreasonable...

In 1921, the Secret Service was even more amateur, and President Harding, who was just a railing away from ordinary audiences. If someone really learned the practice of Yoon Bongji, the North Korean righteous man, he might be able to reimburse all of Harding's cabinet.

There are so few entertainment activities these days. It is rare to encounter such a thing as "President Harding, who was already a little frivolous, came to witness the duel with his "Ohio Gang" who was like his stinking.

He was holding a telescope in his hand and asked excitedly: "You think these two people used guns or swords in this duel?"

Mr. Doherty, the 60-year-old Attorney General, smiled and said, "I saw that they had arrived at the horse farm. I guess they would use the Knight's Spear to duel."

Minister of Finance, Mr. Mellon, nodded and said, "Really? Then this time it will be an eye-opener! But they did not wear Gothic armor, and they were not even prepared for horses."

President Harding picked up the telescope and said, "Silent, silly, silly. The Japanese are about to start reading the rules of the duel."

Colonel Yoshisaburo Nomura picked up the rule with a bitter face... Because he had read it, his face looked so bad.

He took a deep breath and started reading in front of the loudspeaker:

"After the duel, Mr. Harold Alexander and Mr. Neo Yuan agreed, the rules for this duel are as follows:"

"First, the two sides are twenty-four steps apart, and each step is filled with a bottle of Irish malt whiskey..."

"What is this Japanese talking nonsense? Why are you using two dozen whiskey in the duel? Are they competing for alcohol?"

"Shh, listen!"

"Secondly, after the starting guns were fired, both sides walked to the two farthest positions and started drinking."

"FXCK, are they really competing for alcohol? What's so good about this? I might as well go to the bar!"

"Well, I don't think it's that simple."

"Third, when you drink this bottle of wine, both parties can throw the bottle at each other. Only after the thrown bottle falls to the ground can you continue to drink a bottle of wine."

"Ah..." The audience was stunned.

"Fourth, both sides have a chance to pause, and each pause can rest for fifteen minutes."

"Ha...hehe..." The audience breathed in.

"Fifth, if one party voluntarily surrenders, or loses the ability to move, or cannot continue according to his own judgment, then this party declares failure and the duel is over."

"Ha...haha...haha..." The audience burst into laughter.

Colonel Yoshisaburo Nomura was listening to the laughter and cursed Ba Ge Ma Ge in his heart!

It would be fine if he thought that such a dignified senior Japanese Navy official came to preside over the duel, but this duel was...
Chapter completed!