Russian vodka is a spirit, but his real alcohol content is only 40 proof; And Moutai has as much as 53 degrees, but it is much more mellow. Wuliangye and Jiannanchun are also famous wines in China, these wines can be used to taste slowly, and then vodka is different, it is used to take a sip.

Although there are many people who drink well among the Chinese soldiers, they are still apprehensive about the strength of this vodka. They are not afraid of getting drunk, but they are afraid that after getting drunk, their bodies will be inflexible and they will lose the advantage of flexibility against the big Russian man.

The Russians are stronger than the Chinese on the whole. When they are drunk, they have an advantage, and if they don't drink, the Chinese soldiers' body and tactics are too flexible to fight. When it comes to martial arts, among the countries of the world, the martial arts of Shuhua are the best.

But when it comes to a real fight, people with a lot of strength have a natural advantage. Martial arts and tactics are often counted as acquired advantages. The Russians were very fond of competing with the Chinese soldiers, because they felt that it would help them improve their fighting skills quickly. He also said that only the soldiers of China are considered masters, unlike a certain country, which does not like to use its fists, but only likes to engage in arms competitions with others.

During the chat, Yang Tianxiao glanced at Yang Fengfeng, intentionally or unintentionally, and saw that his eyes rolled up and down twice, with a faint smile. Yang Tianxiao knew that the matter was done, so he was relieved: "Come, drink first!" The Russian brothers are a fighting people, and we will go to fight a few more times after drinking. ”

"Okay, good, drink wine, fight and fight, otherwise there will be no passion at all. Oh! Huaguo Moutai, well, is still a good wine for the vintage. I've been hungry for a long time, and I've never had a chance to drink wine that is so old, you guys are interesting, it's funny, hahaha! ”

"Ouch, Jian Nanchun is not bad, tsk, Huaguo brothers are interesting enough......" These Russian bearded people are not lost to the reincarnation of alcoholics, and they will know if the wine is good when they open the bottle cap. I can't wait to pour it down directly and get too drunk on it.

One of Huaguo's admirals smiled and said, "Hey, slow down, slow down." Your vodka is about deep simmering, while our Chinese wine is about slow tasting, so as not to waste the mellow flavor of the wine. Use a small glass, drink slowly, don't look at this wine is fragrant and mellow, in fact, it is a strong liquor with a lot of stamina. If this kind of wine is drunk quickly, it is a waste at all. ”

"Oh, we know that your Chinese wine is much better than those wines, and this is a man's wine. Yes...... It's so cool, fragrant and mellow...... Or spirits, just perfect. Come on, come on, drink, drink, and we'll go have a few more fights after drinking. ”

The battle on the wine table began.

Yang Fengfeng poured a small glass and tasted it slowly, this vintage wine was really intoxicating. Just smelling the smell, I want to take a sip and try it. But when the wine reached the mouth, I found that it was strong, fragrant, mellow and strong, and it was indeed very suitable for the taste of Russians in drinking.

The Russians were able to taste it slowly at first, but after a dozen glasses, they were eager to find someone to toast, and the more they drank, the faster they drank. The time has come to consider the amount of alcohol consumed by everyone, the Russians have exerted their might, and the soldiers of the Chinese country are not to be outdone. At first, it was a small cup and a small cup, and later, it was simply replaced with a large cup.

At this time, the batch with a small amount of alcohol on both sides was overturned.

Yang Fengfeng finally understood that this battlefield was simply everywhere. Yang Tianxiao's internal strength is so good that he is still crumblingly drunk, and these generals of Huaguo would rather be drunk to death than be looked down upon. Li Lei and Zhang Guoliang had such good physiques that they were almost put down in the process of fighting for wine.

Yang Fengfeng has deep internal skills, and he wanted to keep a clear head, but this is Russia's home field, and there are many of them. If you don't make a move, the five or six people who haven't drunk on the Huaguo side will probably be put down.

"Hi brothers, it's not enjoyable to drink in a big cup, I want to drink it in a bottle. One bottle in a breath, if you are not convinced, you will fight! ”

As soon as he spoke, several people on the Huaguo side who were not yet drunk gasped. Drink a bottle in one go, and in their current state, it won't be able to do it for a few rounds before it is gone. There's no way, there are a lot of family members, and they all look for you to toast, and if you don't drink, you won't give face. And these big Russian men generally drink very well.

They were about to remind Yang Fengfeng, but the Russians cheered and agreed: "Okay! Brother Huaguo is so courageous, we like people like you, come on, I'll do it with you first. "A Russian soldier would have liked to drink like this, and it would have been much quicker to bring down the Chinese.

"Okay, done." Yang Fengfeng picked up a bottle, touched it with the Russian soldier, and drank it up. Sure enough, it was a bottle in one breath, and the face did not change color after drinking, as if it was drinking a bottle of mineral water.

I can see that others feel cold and swishing on their backs. The Russian soldier saw that he was so arrogant, he had already drunk a lot, but he refused to lose face. After a bottle of Chinese wine, he walked as if he was dancing.

Yang Dingfeng saw that he was almost down, and refused to let him go, and when he saw that he wanted to leave, he hurriedly opened two more bottles of Moutai and followed: "Hey, brother, brother." When the wine came up, I walked to those female soldiers, did I miss women, go together, go together. Come on, wine, wine, how can a drunkard who goes to soak have less wine......"

After a bottle of belly, the Russian soldier actually couldn't speak well, but Yang Fengfeng had undergone three months of special training and spoke super standard Russian, and he listened kindly: "Brother...... Brothers, our female soldiers of Russia...... Pretty, isn't it...... As long as you ...... Have the ability to soak in them...... As you see fit...... Sleep casually...... But what if...... No skills...... Then blame ...... No wonder no one else. Come, come, drink...... Drink ......"

"Okay, let's do another bottle, brother, you can go and soak the beautiful female soldier." Yang Fengfeng said with a smile.

"Dry ...... It's ...... done," the Russian soldier hadn't drunk half of his bottle of wine, and the man involuntarily fell to the floor. The girl collapsed before he could soak it, and it seems that he can only make an appointment with the beautiful female soldier in his dream tonight.

After seeing him fall, Yang Dingfeng took the wine bottle, picked him up and put him on a couch to sleep. The Russian women around him saw it and thought at first that he was interested in men, but when he put the drunk man on the couch and turned around to find someone to drink, they immediately became fond of him.

This drinking friend is drunk, he can do this, and I feel that Yang Fengfeng's conscience is really good. As a result, both the generals around him who were not drunk or the female soldiers who were equally good at drinking came to him to toast and express their respect.

The people who came to toast surrounded Yang Fengfeng, but no matter who came, he drank a bottle in one gulp after clinking glasses with people, his face did not change his color and he did not panting, and everyone was secretly frightened. (To be continued.) )