In the afternoon, the White Guards camp.

The Emir of the Emirate of Quet, Osman, and his wife, Her Highness Anastasia, inspected the troops loyal to him.

Yes, the Ottoman fiefdom was renamed.

Osman woke up at noon, claimed to have received a revelation from the Heavenly Dao, and out of awe of some mysterious power, renamed his territory as Quet.

The Maozi soldiers don't care, what do you like to call it, just pay me anyway.

Randy and Coco deliberately hide their aura and coercion, and follow the Ottomans in a low-key escort capacity.

Osman slept well and came late, still looking lacking in energy.

Randy was very concerned about his brother's health, "Well, Osman, do you want to inspect another day, and you can rest again?" ”

"Boss, you're from here, if you change the day, the more you rest, the more tired you get.

It's okay, as soon as I thought that these soldiers were robbing me of the oil fields, I immediately felt energetic, my waist was no longer sore, my legs didn't hurt anymore, and I wanted to have another bottle of Ayurvedic oil. ”

The Ottomans came late, and the soldiers didn't mind at all, because the money was not delivered at all.

In the morning, a dozen generals returned to the camp, and not long after General Lin Gensheng arrived at the camp with 500 supervisors and three months' salaries.

I heard that it was a money, and the lifeless camp suddenly came alive.

The soldiers stood in an orderly line and were counted by the overseers.

The overseers were named one by one according to the roster, and the generals' salaries were paid by General Lin himself.

After several hours of busy work, the military camp was jubilant, the families were jubilant, and the singles immediately had to take the military pay into the city to spend—they had been holding back for a long time because they had no money.

This will not work, and the emir will come to inspect it in a moment. The generals kept scolding, but with little effect.

This - let the emir's people see the joke, their own gang can't control the troops, will they be kicked out because of this?

Admiral Lin still understood them, and although he was young, the admiral still knew that it was inevitable that the troops would be dispersed without pay, and he immediately gave a solution.

With a wave of his hand, a large number of sausages, vodka, hot potato beef stew, and borscht appeared directly in front of the soldiers, and the drink that the family members got was kvass.

This is the Sogdian Alliance's direct supply, Liao Yun arranged, and the Sogdian Alliance's Prime Minister Sanjar personally supervised the preparation of the army's materials, which instantly arrived here through the god-level logistics system.

Now the hairy people are gone.

The city's half-closed doors were far less attractive to the GIs than vodka, and they had been living in Istanbul for a long time, but they hadn't drunk for a long time, and the lunch was full of cheers.

So when the Ottomans inspected, they said, "Osman, Ulla!" "Your Highness, Ulla!" The cheers came one after another, and the soldiers were heartily embraced.

Occasionally, it is mixed with "Admiral Lin, Ula!" ”

After all, whoever gives the money with his own hands will be loyal to whom, this is the principle of the GIs.

The formation of these GIs was not neat at all, most of them still carried half a bottle of vodka in their arms, and their mouths were smoky, and Randy, who was used to seeing the elite of the disciplined Wyvern Army, was of course very unaccustomed to it.

However, as a battle-hardened commander-in-chief, he did not underestimate the combat effectiveness of this army at all.

Different races have different habits and ways of fighting, and even the troops of the god Zhukov, before the charge, had to serve vodka.

For Maozi, this can be very effective in increasing combat effectiveness.

After these hairs are full of food and drink, they are all fierce and banditry, and they are all full of fighting spirit, and they are really elite.

It's not that Denikin's subordinates are powerful, but the ones who are not powerful have already surrendered or been annihilated, and they don't have a chance to run here.

The soldiers here are the remaining elite of the hundreds of thousands of Lucia's regular army under Denikin.

Randy assessed that if there were the same amount, Alaska's own ace division would definitely be able to destroy these Maozi, and the Indian soldiers under Admiral Nie were not easy to say, probably similar to Tubusin's soldiers.

Of course, if it was a famous general like Liu Ming, Lan Zuo and Su Duozhen, even if he commanded an ordinary Flying Dragon Army, he could defeat them, but it was not due to the quality of the soldiers.

In short, a conclusion, these soldiers, dare to fight, can be used, but need to be transformed.

The transformation is the task of General Lin and the supervising army, and they have to be considered in the long run.

After inspecting the soldiers, the Ottomans held a banquet to entertain more than a dozen generals.

Lao Maozi was originally straight, and he was even more crisp after drinking some wine. The Ottomans didn't drink, they didn't dare to climb the gold lord, and Hula surrounded Lin Gensheng at once.

"Admiral Lin, we took the emir's salary, drank the emir's vodka, and bought him his life, which was not said.

You were sent by him to take charge of the troops, and we should be at your disposal.

Judging by your appearance, you are also from Lucia, so you should know the rules.

If you want us to convince you sincerely, it doesn't matter if you are young, we don't care if you can fight us, we have to fight.

But if you can't drink us, we will definitely not be convinced, do you dare to drink this cup with me? ”

Maozi doesn't need a wine cup to drink, the soldier blows directly on the bottle, and the general is civilized and uses two taels of cups.

"Who's afraid of whom, do it!"

Lin Gensheng toasted a large glass with the general, and his face did not change color, "Next!" ”

Randy had learned Maozi's drinking, and he was not afraid of one-on-one, but with these eighteen generals together, he thought that he would never be able to drink, and he couldn't help but worry about Admiral Lin.

Admiral Lin is younger than himself, just over twenty, don't let it go.

Randy pondered here if it was the right time to get him out.

Who knew that Admiral Lin might not have as much combat experience as Randy, and his experience in drinking was much stronger.

After three glasses in a row, Lin Gensheng waved his hand, and a man in a colonel's uniform came up behind him, "General, it's time for me to respect you." ”

Randy scratched his head, he didn't seem to have been promoted to such a colonel.

Take a closer look, huh? Isn't this a cook that Lin Gen had to bring with him when he was born? Why did you wear such clothes?

At this point, Randy couldn't expose him, so the cook, the colonel, slipped over and had a drink with everyone.

This colonel is not trivial, he cleared the customs, drank eighteen glasses in a row and came to the first general, "Do you dare to drink another drink?" ”

General Maozi drank one of eighteen people, where would he accept defeat? I forgot about Admiral Guan Lin for a while, and fought with the colonel, so I had to drink him down.

This miraculous cook, the colonel, did not eat at all, and fought with the generals round after round.

Everyone listened and became more energetic, and the colonel saluted three times in a row, seeing that his stomach was slightly bulging, and his body was not shaking.

Seeing that the colonel was not drunk, but he was full, Lin Gensheng patted him on the back, the colonel left the field, Lin Gensheng picked up his wine glass, "Don't pour one person, let's do it together!" ”

Lao Maozi was still very sincere in drinking, and immediately did it together. Lin Gensheng mentioned it again, and no one refused to retreat, and everyone drank five more cups in one go.

But unconsciously, everyone became a collective toast, and everyone drank too much and forgot about it.

Lin Gensheng picked up the sixth glass of wine, and when he looked up, he found that seventeen of the eighteen Maozi generals were lying down, and only one was still standing, swaying.

Admiral Lin took another sip of dryness, lit up the bottom of the cup, and the remaining general was slurred, "You can't drink it, Admiral Lin, you are the god of wine, everyone obeys you!" Come! ”

The orderlies came in and carried the generals out one by one, which they often do.

Randy picks a thumbs up, Xiao Linzi can not only drink, but also has a strategy in the wine field.

He actually drank just one more glass than most of the generals, and drank as much as the first three who clinked glasses with him.

But he did not fall, nor was he stupidly besieged en masse, and in the end he won the respect of the generals.

No wonder he had to bring the cook. The cook is not a god of wine, but only an alcohol immunity, and Lin Gensheng is a real god in the wine field.

Sure enough, only people with Lucia blood know Maozi and have made full preparations in advance.

I didn't choose the wrong person, the battle hasn't been fought yet, and General Lin has already drunk these old Maozi generals first.