In the midst of the large marching troop, some soldiers suddenly stopped. They raised a hand to their foreheads as they staggered, and then collapsed to the ground.
More and more soldiers started to clutch their stomachs, and many soldiers were falling to the ground.
Some soldiers couldn't hold it in any longer and ended up soiling their pants. Others, broke ranks and squatted by the roadside to relieve themselves as they growed in frustration.
Inside a large carriage in the middle of the group, blue smoke from a reed diffuser swirled gently, while Elon reclined with half-closed eyes on a velvet chair.
Suddenly, he felt pain in his stomach, followed by a sense of something dropping. Realizing this, he frowned.
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