Chapter 11 Fight in your own field

If it is still in the conference room, then the two sides are noisy, then it is normal, if the navy and the air force are in harmony, then there will be people at the top who are worried.

However, now is leisure time, in private, if you still engage in such contradictions, it will provoke public anger, especially now, in this bar, not only the Alaska base air force personnel, but also several Navy members who came as exchange students, when they heard Craig's words, they immediately had anger on their faces.

As for Nathan himself, he didn't mind this kind of verbal battle, but when he saw that everyone's eyes were on him, Nathan knew that he had no choice.

"Well, if we have to compare, then how about drinking vodka?" Nathan didn't even look at Craig, and said to the bartender inside, "Bring me two Spirytus." ”

Nathan is a person who is very good at restraining himself, but that doesn't mean he can't do anything, for example, when it comes to drinking, if you want to pour the other person down, it's too easy.

Hearing Nathan's words, Craig's face changed, and he watched the bartender fill the two glasses with liquid of no color, and he smelled a smell of wine from afar.

In bars, people generally like to drink whisky, which can be said to be a gentleman's liquor, and its alcohol content, depending on the brand, is probably between 30 and 60 degrees.

Moreover, many people like to add ice cubes to it when they drink it, and after adjusting it in this way, it is generally about 20 degrees in their mouths.

Vodka is different, it is a spirit, especially now Nathan wants Spirytus, which is a rectified vodka produced in Poland, with an alcohol content of up to 96 Angelica Angelica, if it is stuffed into the car fuel tank, it can be used as fuel directly, this thing is pure alcohol.

He originally wanted to laugh at Nathan, who knew that Nathan would either not drink, or if he did, he would be strong alcohol!

"I just heard that our navy is a turtle with a shrunken head, so don't be ashamed of your air force on behalf of you." Nathan pushed one of them to Craig's side and picked up the other.

Then, in the midst of everyone's attention, Nathan held his head high.

"Grunt..."It's like drinking plain water, and Nathan actually poured this glass of alcohol directly into his mouth in one go!

Is this drinking or drinking water? If it weren't for the smell of alcohol coming out of Nathan's nostrils, everyone would have thought it was drinking water, and the bartender had been here for several years, so it would be impossible for Nathan to cheat.

Seeing Nathan drink it to his stomach in one go, Craig is already difficult to ride a tiger, at this time, of course, he can't admit defeat!

Since Nathan has a mouthful, of course he wants to take a bite.

Craig raised his glass, and the pungent smell in his nose made him frightened, but he must not admit defeat at this time, everyone is watching him!

When the alcohol ran down his mouth and poured into his stomach, he felt his stomach tremble violently, and it was already turning over.

He closed his eyes and tried hard to suppress this feeling, at this time, he must not give up!

These naval pilots, relying on actual combat, are they amazing? Pour him wine today and see how his confrontation drill will be tomorrow!

The wine, running down the corners of his mouth, flowed down, and the farther back, the slower Craig drank, and he felt himself spit out at any moment.

Later, it was almost slow motion, and the vodka flowed into his mouth little by little.

Finally, after drinking, Craig covered his mouth with his hand, put down the cup, and stayed for a few seconds before finally putting his hand down, his stomach churning just now, and he almost vomited.

"Would you like another drink?" On the side, Nathan said to him with a smile as if he was nothing, but there was a murderous hint in his words.

Anyone can see that Nathan is not afraid of drinking at all, he just drank juice, it was just gargling, and now drinking pure alcohol is the same as drinking plain water, and this Craig, if he drinks again, will definitely vomit.

"Forget it, we still have a mission tomorrow." At this moment, another Air Force pilot spoke: "Drinking too much is not good for tomorrow's flight." ”

"What? Afraid that if you drink too much, you won't be able to fly? Nathan's words were still laughing, already sneering, which Craig had just said.

If you want to fight the enemy, you have to be in the field you are best at.

For example, in the battle with the MiGs, it is necessary to give full play to the advantages of one's own airborne radar and missiles, and at the same time hang jamming pods to interfere with their radars, and absolutely do not recklessly run up to fight in close combat.

Now it's the same, if the other party wants to drink low-alcohol wine with himself, he has to drink high-alcohol alcohol, and he is still bored, pulling him into the field he is good at.

For Nathan, drinking is nothing, and Lu Fei before the crossing, during the training in Russia, he had already accompanied the instructor to practice a mouthful of dry vodka.

And after crossing over, he inherited all the memories of this Nathan, and he also knew that this Nathan also liked to blow vodka on the bottle when he was lonely, and he had already practiced it.

Looking at the other party's appearance now, Nathan knew that as long as he took another sip, he would definitely vomit, so in order to avoid the exit, he would definitely not dare to drink again.

It's a great feeling to return the other party's words to the other party as they are, Nathan looked at Craig, and the other party had already shaken his head, but he didn't dare to speak.

Big tongue, right? Numb, right?

Craig knew that he had been careless today and couldn't drink any more, and then he saw Nathan roll up his sleeves and stretch out his arms.

"Come on, since we can't drink anymore, let's break our wrists again, how about it?" Nathan was on his feet.

Wrist wrestling mainly relies on wrist strength, and wrist wrestling is a kind of competition that first emerged in the United States.

Specifically, there was an official large-scale wrist wrestling competition in California around 1952. In 1977, the World Wrist Wrenching Federation (WAF) was established, and in 1979, the first World Wrist Power Championship was held.

This activity is not only rising among the people, but also among the military.

And for pilots, it's also a pastime in amateurism, and it's meaningful.

In the early days, the planes were directly controlled by steel cables, and when the flight speed was fast, there was not enough wrist strength, and after a few maneuvers, the arms were weak.

Although it has entered the era of hydraulics, the rod force of many aircraft is still very large, so it is also necessary for the pilot's arm to be strong, and almost everyone is good at this kind of wrist wrenching activity.

Craig had no chance of refusing, and he didn't know that it was Nathan cheating on him.