Frustrated by Their Failings
A little after four in the afternoon, the Chinese peacekeeping force convoy arrived at its destination as scheduled. There had been no delays; in fact, they were half an hour early.
A Somali government forces infantry battalion was waiting there. Its soldiers had spent a terrifying day and night on tenterhooks, and the entire battalion was in a state of panic. They feared the Chinese would arrive too late, and those terrifying monsters would get there first and feast on them.
Not long ago, a fully armed regular regiment had been scattered, suffering countless casualties and nearly wiped out. What good would a tiny infantry battalion be against them?
So all day long, from morning to afternoon, the Somali battalion commander had been urging them to hurry. Every ten minutes or so, he checked the Chinese peacekeeping force's location, pacing back and forth like an ant on a hot pan while ordering his soldiers to stand ready.
If the Chinese hadn't set out in an emergency at the first opportunity, the battalion would probably have disbanded on the spot.
No one wanted to be eaten by monsters for no reason. Their souls probably wouldn't find peace afterward, either.
Thank heavens. At long last, the sleepless and anxious Commander Pamil saw the most formidable army on Earth: the Chinese. He'd been waiting ages for the imperial troops to come to his rescue.
He could hardly wait to get down on his knees and lick their boots!
Commander Cui, leading the team: "Get lost! Who said we were your imperial troops?"
The Chinese peacekeeping force wasn't Somalia's imperial army. The swarthy little battalion commander had simply gotten ahead of himself.
He wasn't much to look at, but he sure had a pretty imagination!
Commander Pamil stood at attention