The tiger shark that broke through the middle of the game aside, but the beach barbecue party that the Admiral had a head jerk to greet his friends was a success.

Because everyone is happy, at least they are happy to eat.

In particular, there is also a special after-dinner tea made by the head maid, which makes the boat even happier.

For a while, the relationship between several ship mothers was brought closer.,Although it's not friendly yet.,But at least it's a relationship between the cold and the middle.,Neutral is about to be consummated.。

"I never thought that one day, I would eat this kind of common people's food with the deep-sea ship girl." The Prince of Wales, who was tired of using whiskey, had a somewhat ruddy face, which showed that with the amount of alcohol she had, she had also drunk a little more.

"I just hope there won't be a next time." Nelson felt a little tired, because until now she hadn't let go of her worries about the deep-sea ship mother, even if the other party was the ship mother of the young master's friend.

Eh, it feels so chaotic to say this, have I drunk too much, Nelson shook his head and glanced at his sister who fell beside him without ladylike demeanor, and sighed deeply.

"Rather than worrying about that, I think Nelson you should train Rodney to drink when you go back, she's not even as good as that schoolboy." The Prince of Wales raised his glass and looked through the brown whiskey at the fire, not knowing what he was shouting.

"It doesn't matter how much alcohol you drink for a lady." Shaking his head at the unreliable claims of the Prince of Wales, Nelson followed the Prince's gaze and continued:

"And the Royal Navy of Great Britain will never compare the amount of wine with those Soviet ships that drink wine as water."

"There is no boat that doesn't drink." The Prince of Wales said in a tone that he had never heard of the sixty-year-old prince.

There is no exaggeration in the words of the Prince of Wales.

Since the Age of Discovery, wine has a longer shelf life than freshwater, and there is no ocean-going ship that does not sail with a full warehouse of wine.

As a result, no one on an ocean-going ship, from the captain to the sailor, cannot be drunk.

As the anthropomorphism of ancient sea ships, the ship girls who inherited everything that those sea forts had also inherited this liquor culture that has been passed down for hundreds of years.

Every ship is a good hand in the wine field, even if Rodney, who is now lying on the beach and in a dreamy state, drinks wine, the unit is a ton.

It's a pity that she chose the wrong opponent today, and all experienced shipwives in the wine field know that unless you are a ship of the Huaxia department, don't think about defeating the shipwreck of the Mao department in drinking.

For the Mao ship lady who can use antifreeze as wine and no matter how much harm the antifreeze causes to herself, getting drunk or something does not exist in the dictionary.

In Mao's dictionary, fuel vodka and water are synonymous.

So Rodney, who had just fought for the honor of the 233rd Town Guard, knelt down when he was competing with Kokang for the amount of wine.

Fortunately, Rodney was not the first to get drunk, the first to get drunk was the young master of the 233 town guard ship, who was already unconscious on the prince's lap pillow after being poured seven or eight bottles of vodka by Admiral Arden as a human being.

Of course, after pouring Charlotte, Arden's Admiral also fell down, after all, she was only a half-ship girl, and compared to the real ship girl, the amount of alcohol was still a little worse.

What's more, they still drink the Red Star fuel vodka specially brewed by the ship's mother.

But she wants to enjoy the knee pillow or something, it's just a dream, Arden is not interested in giving benefits to her admiral, and the admiral who wants to take care of her admiral's wo-chan was also stopped by Arden.

I actually want to rob my own ship, I don't know that there is an old saying that people are inherently dead, or they are old.

When the fun time is over, it's time to clean up the mess.

At this time, there are only three ships left that can distinguish between the top and bottom, the left, the southeast, the northwest, and one of them naturally has not yet contributed, and the other ships have fallen boldly.

One is Aden, who didn't let himself get drunk, and the rest of the maid who was transformed by Arden and also has alcohol immunity.

Wo-chan and Xiaobei, who have not yet been transformed by Arden, are also defeated under the bold wine glass, and are lying on the beach with the Admiral of Arden.

If the wine field can replace the battlefield, let the human camp take their own Mao-based ship Niang faction, and it should be able to liberate the deep sea.

In fact, the Prince of Wales was not so drunk that she was unconscious, but she now had more important things to do, and that was to use it as a knee pillow for her young master.

Life winners or something, where is the FFF group.

"What's wrong with you?" Arden, who was floating beside him and was automatically sorting garbage, saw that he was staring at the bonfire that was about to be extinguished, and asked a little strangely what the hairy bear child was thinking.

"It would be nice if we could keep it that way." Kokang whispered as if he was talking to himself.

"What do you keep looking like all the time?" Arton, who had come to Kokang's side, bent down, picked up the branch that was used to make a fire next to him, and picked up the embers in the campfire and asked.

"Ahh The courage who was pulled back to reality by Arden's actions said in a little panic.

"I said you're drunk, I've been here all along." Arden uses his subtle psionic manipulation abilities to dispose of garbage, and he doesn't need to walk around on his own.

"If you want to get Kokang drunk, you need to at least triple the amount!" As soon as he heard the question about drunkenness, Kokang immediately patted his flat chest and said confidently.

"Then what did you just say and keep it that way." Oh, so you can only drink three times more, and the amount of alcohol is not good, Arden said without any change in his expression.

"Kokang was just thinking about how nice it would be if I could do this every day." If Nelson Rodney hears his current words, he will definitely be complained about the lack of a sense of crisis and responsibility for a warship.

"Oh, do you want to hold a barbecue every day, aren't you afraid that you don't have enough vodka?" Arden, who thought he understood, nodded and asked.

"Hey, that's not what Kokang meant." As soon as he heard that the vodka reserve was not enough, the hand that Kokang had just put down covered his chest again, looking frightened, knowing that he would meet the requirements of the admiral in the future, and Kokang's vodka reserve was bleeding profusely today.

"Oh, so you think it's troublesome to start a fire, so let the fire burn a little longer." It was clear that as Gu Zuo was concerned, Arden snapped his fingers, and a cloud of blue psionic energy merged into the ember of firewood with her movements.

The bonfire of the "boom ......" is burning again.

I don't know how many years the ship mother era, the original torch was lit on the temporary town guard mansion of No. 666 in the Eastern Pacific Theater.

Hahahaha...... Hahahaha.