"Which one is the crown prince of the Ming Dynasty?"

A noblewoman covered her face with a feather fan and asked the person next to her. The Russians were not accustomed to the Ming language, so they could only call Li Lin by their understanding.

"You're not tall!"

"It seems to be a little thinner, too."

"Who's that big black guy next to you?"

"That's the adjutant."

"That adjutant looks pretty sturdy."

"You have a crush on his lieutenant?"

"Hahahaha......!"

Zhao Liangdong and Li Lin looked at the Russian women who were laughing, and a monkey feeling arose.

"Fuck, this place is so weird.

And this meat, which is fucking thicker than roe deer meat. It's not delicious! Zhao Liangdong tasted the meat on the plate, and the taste was indescribably weird.

"It's the meat of a polar bear, it's the kind of white bear. It's not very delicious, it's far worse than what our chefs do.

The pastrami is good, but the heat is a little worse, as if it is not cooked. Li Lin just ate a little bread, and was not very interested in all the bloody beef.

Because of Li Xiao's influence, the Li family never eats raw meat.

Even Tokugawa Chihime, who loves sashimi, has not tasted the food of her hometown for many years.

This is out of respect for various parasites, when Li Lin was young, Li Xiao also specially found a pork tapeworm coiled in a pot.

Tell Li Lin that this thing is grown from rice particle meat.

Coiled in your intestines, absorb your nutrients. In the end, I will suck you to death.

Since seeing that horrific scene, Li Lin no longer dared to eat any raw meat.

Even the marinated shrimp that is often eaten in the coastal areas of Liaodong do not dare to try a chopstick.

Li Lin didn't dare to try this kind of bloody beef, and he didn't even eat a bite of the things on the side of the beef.

I have to say that Russian dishes really taste ...... There is no way to compare with Daming.

Poor Li Lin can only eat some sour cucumber bread and other things, as for the big dumplings with cream inside, Li Lin is tired of looking at it.

"What are those yellow-haired girls looking at?

Why are their fans still hairy! ”

Zhao Liangdong did not refuse to come, roasted polar bear meat can be eaten, and a large piece of bloody beef is also cut.

Maozi eats like a barbarian, and everything is piled up on the table.

Beef and apples are placed next to each other, and there are several fruits that I don't recognize.

Bananas are recognizable, but they don't seem to go well with beef.

"Who the fuck knows, these yellow-haired women are always weird." Li Lin found that many Russian girls would walk past him intentionally or unintentionally.

There are even some who look at themselves with big blue eyes. The long eyelashes are like small fans, and they blink at themselves.

Oh my God!

Ever imagine a goblin winking at you? Li Lin feels this way now!

Daming also pays attention to white as beauty, but he does not pay attention to white to the point of miserable whiteness.

There are so many Russian beauties that they are so white that they can clearly distinguish the blood vessels on their necks, as well as the long hair on their bodies.

The face is probably scraped and looks clean. You can't look at the arms, a layer of hair on the forearms.

The kind that moves with your breath!

And the aesthetics of the Ming people like women to be slender and well-behaved.

I like big breasts and big butts, that's the predator fetish of the old monkey Ding San.

If Li Lin gets back a hairy girl who is five big and three thick, it is estimated that Tokugawa Chihime will collapse on the spot.

In Russia, banquets are usually accompanied by balls.

Next to the banquet hall was a huge ballroom, and Li Lin decided that Russian dance should be cultivated from an early age.

If it weren't for ten or eight years of training, I would never have danced such a complicated dance.

On the whole, group dance in Russia is similar to what Daddy calls group exercises.

For this thing, Li Lin is lacking.

In fact, because of his tutor, Li Lin has had little interest in music since he was a child.

In the Li tradition, the sound of guns is far more pleasant than music.

Li Xiao spent much more time in the barracks than in the women's pile.

"This thing...... What are they doing? Zhao Liangdong didn't understand that so many nobles wanted to play large group exercises in the house for Mao.

"Hysteria." Li Lin replied helplessly.

This brother-in-law seems to be very popular with Mao Mei, and at this moment, the two of them have rejected more than a dozen waves of aristocratic ladies who have come to invite dances.

According to Western etiquette, men invite women to dance at balls.

When a woman invites a man to dance, it is already considered a self-recommended pillow seat.

However, these two Ming men were not interested and rejected one after another beautiful aristocratic ladies.

This made those cadets of the Central Military Academy in Moscow very unhappy!

The CSKA School in Moscow is the product of Catherine's visit to the Xi'an Army Academy when she visited the Ming Dynasty.

In the past, Russian officers were born with certainty.

As long as you are a nobleman, it is impossible to think of being a soldier in the army.

Because as long as you are a nobleman, you are an officer in the army. Those conscripted peasants were naturally soldiers.

But these aristocratic lords have not been trained as professional soldiers at all.

Even if some of the training is outdated, it is a family tradition.

There are even some people who are still studying the tactics of the Middle Ages.

These people are seriously unaccustomed to the increasingly modern battlefield.

If nothing else, the appearance of machine guns alone has made it painful for those who are still thinking about whether the cavalry should wear chain mail or plate armor.

Not to mention, there are still some people who like that kind of ship-like military hat.

After seeing Daming's camouflage hat and training hat, Catherine also felt that the sail-like hat was panicked.

In the Moscow Army Military Academy, only the children of the nobility are now enrolled.

On weekdays, they are also arrogant masters, and they don't want to see Li Lin and Zhao Liangdong pretending to be criminals.

"Vroshilov, where did those two Ming people come from?"

"How do I know that they actually rejected so many noble ladies."

"Damn, how can we Russian aristocratic women revolve around those Ming people like nymphomaniacs."

"Forget it! It is not easy for the Ming people to appear here, let's not cause trouble. ”

"Huh! Kirov, how can you be less daring than a fox. When you go to war, you won't be a deserter. ”

"I ......! I'm not cowardly, I just don't want to cause trouble. ”

"Then go Kirov, find a noble lady to dance, or go and overturn those arrogant Ming people."

"yes, Kirov, get on it!"

"Ulla!"

"Ula ......!"

A group of cadets began to make a noise, and the noisy sound attracted everyone's attention. The whole ballroom is looking this way!

Kirov was coaxed to the point that his face was flushed, and he looked at a large group of aristocratic ladies who were warblers and swallows, and the shy big boy mustered up his courage for a long time and did not dare to walk over.

"Why, Kirov, turned into a soft-footed shrimp."

"Hi ......! Kirov didn't dare to invite the ladies to dance, so he went to overturn the Ming people.

Your fighting skills aren't very good! ”

"Uh......!" Kirov was speechless.

It is because of his good fighting skills that he does not dare to provoke the Ming people.

Although he is a brave and ruthless age, he knows that the identity of the Ming people who appear here is definitely not simple.

Daddy's title is not high, but he is just a low-level nobleman, and he really breaks people, and he will definitely not be able to eat and walk around.

I didn't see the police on the streets of Moscow, and I didn't dare to pay attention to the Ming soldiers.

"Kirov, if you don't dare to test your fists and kicks, then test the amount of alcohol.

You drink so much, you will definitely be able to drink the Ming people. ”

When Kirov couldn't get off the stage, a classmate who had a good relationship on weekdays gave him a step.

That's right!

If you break the Ming people, you will be punished, and the noble ladies dare not flirt.

But drinking is no problem, in Russia it is a relatively peaceful way of dueling.

Drink!

Then drink, and I haven't been afraid of anyone in the military school.

Taking a deep breath, Kirov walked up to the Ming people, who at this time had completely lost the shyness of facing the noble ladies just now.

"Ally of the Ming Dynasty, how about a drink?"

Li Lin looked at this guy who suddenly appeared, he was about the same height as himself, but he was as strong as a tank.

Especially the two arms, the biceps muscles are bulging, and even the beautiful uniforms of the cadets look tight.

"Okay, have a drink." Zhao Liangdong has long been impatient with this lively but boring dance party, and now a drinker is coming out with Zhao Liangdong.

"Drink!" Li Lin knew that this brother-in-law was a wine vat, but looking at the face of this Russian, it seemed that he was also a master who could drink.

Today, the opponent will meet a good talent, so let him accompany this boring brother-in-law.

At least, this brother-in-law drank too much and he could take him away.

Li Lin really doesn't like this kind of banquet, a group of monster-like women, and food that is difficult to swallow.

With the smell of fishy caviar, these guys still hold it as a treasure.

Anyway, Li Lin didn't know how delicious it was.

When a group of cadets saw that Kirov had really gone, they immediately stood behind their friends to cheer him up.

Although everyone always bullied Kirov on weekdays, but in this situation, they immediately became Kirov's staunchest supporters.

"Vodka!" Kirov picked up a glass bottle of vodka.

"Nope! Vodka is not strong enough, or Moutai. ”

Zhao Liangdong pointed to the Moutai liquor on the table.

It's not that he thinks Moutai is strong, but Zhao Liangdong has only drunk a small sip before.

Now that there is such a large row of Moutai in front of you, you must drink it happily.

"Nope! Daming's wine is not good, but Russian wine is more powerful. Kirov glanced at Moutai and didn't drink it, and he was a little uneasy in his heart.

"Our Daming's wine is better than Russia's."

Russia is more powerful, which makes Zhao Liangdong very unhappy.

"Drink Russian wine."

"Daming's wine!"

Although there were relatively few people around Li Lin, the roar was louder than those students.

"Russian wine is good."

"Daming's liquor!"

The violent quarrel made everyone's eyes focus here.

Princess Christina's eyes also looked this way, and her brow furrowed, these hairy boys are going to make trouble.

Don't dare to offend His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of the Ming Dynasty, now the Ming Dynasty is extremely important to Russia.

was about to call someone to intervene, when suddenly Zhao Liangdong raised his hand and silenced the people on his side.

"I have an offer, you say yours is good, I say mine is good.

Then let's mix the two together! "Zhao Liangdong grabbed Moutai with one hand and vodka with the other.

I knocked left and right, and casually poured a bowl of fruit I don't know what it was on the table.

Spread the two bottles and pour them into a large bowl together.

Everyone was shocked, they had seen anyone who could drink, but they had never seen anyone drink like this.

Whether it is Moutai in a white porcelain bottle or vodka in a glass bottle, it is all a pound.

Two pounds of liquor, that's two pounds of liquor.

Russians are addicted to alcohol, but no one dares to drink like this.

It's the rhythm of drinking the dead!

Princess Christina was also a little dumbfounded, this really drank the Ming people to death, and there might be big trouble.

But at this time, it was too late to drink again, because all those warblers and swallows surrounded them.

A person with a high personality watched two people fight wine!

"Good!" Although he had never drunk it before, Kirov also longed for it.

Russians are addicted to alcohol, but he has little chance to drink Moutai, the best of high-end liquors.

There was a big row of wine glasses on the wine table!

This is a very strange glass, and the wine glasses of the Ming Dynasty are generally two-dollar cups.

Later, beer became popular, and a kind of two-and-a-half glass appeared.

Four cups is just enough to pour a bottle of beer!

This kind of cup in Russia is very strange, about seven or eight dollars, less than one or two of the kind.

It's not big, it's not small.

The two rows of wine glasses were filled one by one by the students of good deeds.

Kirov made a gesture of invitation to Zhao Liangdong, and Zhao Liangdong was not ambiguous, and took a drink from the cup.

Moutai is mixed with vodka, which tastes very strange when drinking, and the wine taste is particularly strong, which is the kind that rushes to the nose.

Even an old ghost like Zhao Liangdong was choked with tears.

Seeing Zhao Liangdong's appearance, a kind of student behind Kirov laughed, and some whistled to coax the seedlings.

Kirov also picked up the glass of wine in front of him, opened his mouth and poured it in.

He learned Zhao Liangdong's lesson, and swallowed the wine directly without staying in his mouth.

I thought it was very good, but I didn't expect that the two wines were mixed together and became another wine.

Gliding down the esophagus, it feels like the esophagus is on fire.

When I got to the stomach, I thought it was okay, but when I got to the stomach, I started to rebel.

My stomach kept twitching, desperately trying to get out again.

Kirov's throat, closed like a floodgate.

Kirov, whose face was flushed, swallowed back the wine that had reached his throat.

Finally it didn't squirt out, it didn't disgrace the Russians.

Seeing Kirov's exposed neck, the cadets behind him raised their throats.

Kirov swallowed the wine and let out a long snort.

"Hala whistle ......!" A group of cadets cheered like crazy.

"Huh! Nice boy, come on, this time you come first. Zhao Liangdong made a gesture of please.

He was holding back in his heart, if Kirov drank again, it would be two glasses in a row.

Judging by the way he looks, the likelihood of making a fool of himself is very high.