Zha Muhe was told by Yang Xiangwu, and pointed at Jiang Ge embarrassedly and said, "He hasn't drunk it yet, why is it my turn." ”

As soon as Zha Muhe's words fell, Jiang Ge drank all the bowls of wine, and Zha Muhe smiled embarrassedly, so he had to drink the bowl of wine in front of him, his face was slightly ugly.

This is already the mare's milk wine of the ninth sea bowl drunk by three people, not to mention the people who drank it, even the people who watched it were a little supportive. The Mongolian girls below are singing and dancing for the Western Xia delegation from afar. The three people on the table did not let each other go, you drink it and I will drink it, so the beautiful Mongolian girls have finished dancing a song, and the three of them have drunk five bowls of mare's milk wine, all showing different states.

Zamuhe propped up the table with his right hand and held the wine bowl in his left hand, panting heavily. After all, Jiang Ge is young, and the amount of alcohol has not yet reached the point of unfathomable, and like Zamuhe, he is strong on the surface, but in fact he is a little overwhelmed, but he still gritted his teeth and did not relax. Yang Xiangwu was the one with the most calm expression among the three, and he couldn't see the slightest reluctance at all.

What made Tian Khan Temugetu curious was that this Yang Xiangwu had such a large amount of wine, and he would be a little overwhelmed with these fourteen bowls of wine when he ended up, but he was still so calm, he didn't know where his amount of wine was.

Yang Xiangwu actually has his own unique way of drinking, so even if he has reached the limit of his drinking, he can still pretend to be like he has never drunk, but he can fall down anytime and anywhere. But such superficial strength can allow him to survive to the end in the wine field, and crush his opponent psychologically.

At this time, it was his turn to drink, and after a bowl went down, he didn't forget to put pressure on Zamuhe's psychology, "The noble Khan of Mongolia, you can still hold on, if you can't hold it, just say it, don't be careful, don't drink your body badly." If something happens to you, you will blame us at that time, and we can't afford it! ”

After Yang Xiangwu's sneering, Zha Muhe's mind was obviously a little messy, "I've always been my own decision when I drink Zha Muhe, how can I be swayed by others, I won't blame you, now who will last to the end is not sure, don't be too arrogant!" ”

Zamu Hexin drank a bowl of wine again, but he had reached the limit of his body, and his eyes were a little fluttering. Yang Xiangwu saw that Zamuhe was now at the end of his crossbow, and it was time for him to remember the fierce news.

He grabbed a big wine barrel next to him, and directly picked it up is sea drink, which scared the Mongolians who were watching the show next to him, is this still a person, it is simply a big buffalo. Zamuhe's eyes widened in shock, and he couldn't control it and spit out all the wine he had drunk before.

Yang Xiangwu drank a whole jar of wine and threw the jar to the ground, "Good wine!" One more altar! ”

Zamuhe completely collapsed, this person seems that he can't fight, and now he can only pin his hopes on Jiang Ge, hoping that he is not as good as this Yang Xiangwu, so that he can take the second place, and give the Mongols a step down.

In fact, at this time, Jiang Ge still had a few bowls of wine in his stomach, and he was not affected by Yang Xiangwu's action just now. When he was about to raise the wine bowl and drink it all, he saw the unwilling face of the Mongols, and Yang Xiangwu shook his head slightly at him, meaning to let him stop, otherwise it would be difficult to convince the people if he did not give the Mongolian land khan some face, and the alliance between Mongolia and Western Xia would not be able to reach a conclusion at that time.

So for the sake of the overall situation, Jiang Ge drank half a bowl of wine, put down the wine bowl and said: "It's a loss, I can't lose to the two of you." ”

Jiang Ge very humbly signaled to everyone and admitted defeat. With a look of appreciation on his face, the Mongolian Heavenly Khan stroked his beard and gave him a fine leg of lamb for him to enjoy slowly.

The people of the Western Xia mission are a little pity, how can Jiang Ge, who was still in such a good state just now, say that it will not work, but fortunately, they still have a Yang Xiangwu, who should be able to deal with Zamuhe. Lu Xiaoyu and Lu Xiaoyu were very happy that Jiang Ge came back with a leg of mutton, and congratulated: "Brother Jiang Xian is amazing, it's very good to be able to survive until now, I think you have shocked the Mongols, so that's enough." ”

Jiang Ge smiled and sat down to share the leg of mutton with everyone, Lu Xiaoyu whispered in his ear: "Brother Xian, you are right to do this, don't feel wronged in your heart, this is the best strategy, don't be afraid that there is Lao Yang Tou in front of the scene, we Xixia can't lose." Lu Xiaoyu saw that Jiang Ge still had some regrets in his heart, if he hadn't understood Yang Xiangwu's meaning and asked him to give up the game, he would definitely stick to the end, and Zamuhe might not be his opponent. But if both countries are left alone, the competition will be even more embarrassing for both sides.

In this way, there are only two people who fight for wine, Yang Xiangwu and Zha Muhe, Zha Muhe originally wanted to persist until the end and knock down Jiang Ge first, so that he won the second place, and his face was also a little bright. The blow to Yang Xiangwu's heart just now was too great. He originally thought that he was going to lose to the two Western Xia envoys, but fortunately, Jiang Ge took the initiative to withdraw and saved some face for him, which he was still very grateful to Jiang Ge.

So he wanted to fight and kill Yang Xiangwu together, and he was the winner of this wine fight between Mongolia and Western Xia, but he still thought too simply. I thought that Yang Xiangwu would drink a large jar of wine and the amount of alcohol would no longer be good.

Unexpectedly, Yang Xiangwu held his breath and concentrated, as if practicing internal skills in a TV series, stretched his hands forward, beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on his forehead, and Zamuhe thought that he couldn't hold it anymore, and he was complacent. Yang Xiangwu shouted, and the whole person became comfortable in an instant. Before the audience could figure out which one Yang Xiangwu was doing, he slowly took off his shoes and poured down, only to see that all the wine he had just drunk poured out of the soles of his shoes.

Could this be the legendary drunken foot force? Lu Xiaoyu had only seen this trick from martial arts, but he didn't expect that there would be anyone in this era. No wonder Yang Xiangwu is known as a thousand cups and is not drunk, according to this way of drinking, even if there is another Zha Muhe, it is not Yang Xiangwu's opponent.

Of course, this ability to force alcohol is very physically depressing, and after Yang Xiangwu finished forcing it, the whole person was a little tired and wanted to sleep. But compared to him, Zamuhe's face was even more ugly. He hugged Yang Xiangwu with a fist, "I didn't expect to meet a master here who can force wine from the heart of my feet, but I lost." ”

The "Roaring ......" banquet was filled with a thunderous roar, not only the envoys of Western Xia, but even Mongolia cheered for Yang Xiangwu, and he deserved to be the winner of this game.