My general

The wind blows through the dense grass, and the ewes and their lambs are grazing leisurely. The golden lacquered roof of the simple chapel converted from an empty warehouse shines brightly in the warm sunshine, and the sound of "bleat" is accompanied by the sound of the church. The bell was ringing, and there was a peaceful pastoral scenery. No one noticed that the [-]th regiment was wearing camouflage uniforms and lurking in the grass.

"Attention all." The colonel ordered through the walkie-talkie, "As soon as I order, act, regardless of success or failure, before the church clock strikes eleven o'clock, all must evacuate."

"Why withdraw so quickly?" The Master Chief didn't care.

"Sergeant Helsing, if you don't want to get out of bed next time, you can call me directly to apply." The colonel said seriously.

"Huh..." The chief of staff's distasteful voice came from the intercom, "I can smell love from such a distance."

"What you smell is sheep feces, if you don't believe me, taste it." The Master Chief said angrily.

"Hush!" the colonel stopped them from chatting on the walkie-talkie, quietly lurking in the grass until eight o'clock, when the eighth ringing of the church bell completely dissipated, "Action!"