With the help of the bartender, Fazzani force-filled the drunken Petowski with pills. The operation was very successful, and the special effect decanting pill is also a special effect.

Shortly after pinching his subordinate's nose and pouring pills and water, Petowski began to run into the bathroom and vomit. He rarely ate these days, he was completely drinking, and the smell of vomiting was so drunk that even Fazzani, who used to be an old drunkard, did not dare to stand outside the bathroom. He looked at the posture of his subordinates, and was afraid that he would vomit for a while, so he hurriedly walked outside the bar to take refuge.

To his surprise, the tattoo party finally recognized him, because of Valkyria's miraculous familiar face, he actually tricked the little guy from the Shar Pei outside the door to get a cigarette. He greedily swallowed the clouds and waited while Petowski tossed and turned for nearly an hour before he gradually came to his senses.

His eyes were sunken and his mind was foggy, and Petowski seemed to be still dreaming, although he was awake. Fazzani found a seat and helped him sit down, before the two began to talk, the yellow-bearded Donnie brought another bottle of wine, he didn't wait for Fazzani to start getting angry, that is, he said: "Low alcohol, let him drink it slowly, it will not be uncomfortable, and it will be good for the stomach." ”

After listening to the bartender's words, Fazzani raised the bottle and poured a little for his subordinates and himself, and Petowski naturally drank it all in one gulp, and Fazzani poured him another little, and after a while, the major's spirits really improved slightly.

"Nicolle said you were here." Fazani said in a deep voice.

"Hmm." Petowski closed his eyes slightly.

"I didn't expect to find such a bar in Angel City." Fazzani was indeed surprised.

"Hmm." Petowski held up his glass and slowly poured the wine into his mouth.

"Mike, you have to stop this, I know it's bothering you, but what does it solve?" Fazzani accentuated his tone.

"Questions? What's the problem? I don't have any problems, General. He struggled to open the collar that Fazzani had just fastened for him again, as if to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Will drinking solve this? Mike? If I can, I'll drink with you. Fazani drank the wine from his glass.

"Drink with me, drink with me...... But this wine ...... This wine is not good......" Petowski beckoned to Donnie at the bar with his tongue wide open, causing Fazzani to shake his head at Yellowbeard.

"Not here!" Fazani Dao. "When it comes to drinking, I may be more qualified than you, but if you want to drink, let's go back and drink, go back to the fleet to drink!"

"Fleet?" Petoweski tilted his head and squinted at Fazzani. "We ...... We still have ...... And the fleet? He giggled and laughed, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

"Not yet, but that doesn't mean there won't be any ...... in the future" Fazzani was referring to the other fleet stationed at the Chimoriza spaceport. Shaw, Fotian, Petrovisky and the remaining members of the original Volunteer Army were temporarily assigned to the 10th Fleet of the Silver Alliance by the Military Commission. What Greenras had in mind, but Fazani didn't know yet.

"We'll eventually have a fleet of our own, I promise you, Mike, and I'll need you then, and I want you to rebuild a brand new Deathwings ......" Fazani looked at his subordinates expectantly.

"Fleet? Death's Wings ...... No, no, no, no! Petowski said five words in a row, and his body bowed inward, and gradually stepped away from his chair and retreated, his eyes cracked and his eyes blood-red, and he looked at Fazzani as if he had seen a monster that wanted to be devoured.

"Forming a new ...... Do you mean to let them be devoured again? No! His eyes were on Fazzani, but the focus was on him, and he panicked and anxious, terrified and terrified.

"They folded their wings one by one, Katie, James...... The demons of hell have come to claim their lives...... We took his weapons before, and now we took away his wings, and he was angry...... Roaring, General, do you see that? He's right there, right there. He trembled and pointed to the empty space in front of him.

"Mike, Mike!" Fazzani stepped forward and grabbed him by the shoulder, shaking him. "Hell he! You have to cheer up! That's an order! Seeing his subordinates behave like this, he finally began to get impatient.

"Orders?" Petowski suddenly withdrew his gaze from Fazzoni, his eyes bewildered, the chaos of a hangover grudging around him.

"You have to go back with me, damn it, remember that you're a soldier, a goddamn Silver Alliance Navy!" Fazani glared at him. "What do you expect, Mike, the gods to bless you with a bridge of victory? Death is everyone's destination, we are on the front line, only closer! ”

He shoved him all the way to the bar door, Petowski looking confused and Fazzani furious.

Just as they were about to push the door open, the graffiti-covered bar door was pushed open, and several tall soldiers happened to walk in from the outside, dressed in the suits of the Silver Alliance naval pilots, just in time to meet Fazzani, who was holding a depressed subordinate.

The man at the head of them was an impressive man with the shoulder of lieutenant colonel and rich brown-blond hair. He was handsome and erect, his blue eyes swept over Fazzani's face, but rested on the dejected Petowski body.

"I knew it." The man exchanged glances with a short-haired man next to him. "Wherever there is wine, there will be Petowski the drunkard, and that is only a matter of time."

"Barno. Kinsey? Why did he come to the burning bar? "You're talking about that Barno of the First Fleet?" "Nonsense, who else but the Kinsey siblings can grow that kind of hair?"

Fazzani heard two soldiers whispering on the stage next to him, their voices were also loud when they were drunk, and the babbling sound was especially harsh in the melodious country music, and in a few moments, almost half of the people in the bar began to stare at the uninvited guests.