Mr. Zhu Lai's timely arrival brought a great encouragement and solved a big problem, but also a big problem - the problem of beverage supply.

The drunkard star asked for a drink, it was not a rogue joke, in a sense, he was thinking about Qi Lang and the whole battle situation. Wine is not only Zhu Lai's own hobby, if he asks a soldier a few words, he will say that what he wants most now is to drink two glasses.

The soldiers deserve a few glasses of wine. Most of them have injuries that may have been lessened by the influence of alcohol. On top of that, the war will become more and more fierce, and the human soldiers are already outnumbered, and to put it mildly, this is likely to be the last time the vast majority of soldiers will come into contact with the world's most popular drink.

But the difficulty in satisfying the needs of the soldiers lies in the fact that among the men of Middle-earth, the most popular is the spicy and choking liquor, the Ranger warriors miss the slightly sweet rice wine the most, the Caucasian warriors from the West generally like to drink high-grade rum rather than wine, and the giants of the Lov tribe like to drink low-alcohol sparkling wine, which is large but not proportional to their size.

Unfortunately, alcoholic beverages have not been included in the category of strategic substances. The dozen or so dragon monsters would travel back and forth between the front and rear every day, and the supply of food, weapons, and a dry of military supplies was never cut off, but the alcohol-related ones were nowhere to be found, except for the disinfected medicinal alcohol. In fact, it is no wonder that Mr. Wen Lun, because according to the information provided by the forward positions before the war. Due to fears of the invasion of the Black Death. Antiviral decoctions and teas are the biggest demand. Each soldier's carry-on pot was filled with this kind of drink carefully prepared by Lu Huan to quench thirst and prevent diseases, which also took a lot of thought in the rear.

But now, now that the question has been raised, it is time to think of a way, after all, the warriors are about to face a crucial battle that will determine the fate of mankind, how can there be no stimulation of alcohol in such a situation?

At Qi Lang's signal. Wilson, who was no less fast than Badge, immediately got busy, and every time he went to a campfire, the news he brought with him would cause a cheer. The soldiers were a little impatient—the pain was bearable, but the days without wine were unbearable. In less than ten minutes, all the commander-level figures on the forward position were summoned in front of Qi Lang, and they needed to work together to meet everyone's requirements before dawn, otherwise once the battle of the new day started as scheduled. I am afraid that there will be more warriors who will say goodbye to this world with regrets.

For fine wine, Qi Lang's interest is not very great. Naturally, there is no research. In his original plan, he had been thinking about how to modify medical alcohol, maybe mixed with a little water, it would be no different from bottled rum. But Qi Lang shared his thoughts with everyone, and everyone present fell to the ground almost at the same time.

"That would kill you, my dear Mr. Commander. "Although medical alcohol is similar to the wine we usually drink in terms of brewing process, it is not the same thing, and there are some inedible substances in it, and even the strongest warriors can't stand it." If you want me to say, it is better to let the dragon monster run a few times, it is estimated that hundreds of barrels of liquor can be transported from the rear this night, although a considerable number of soldiers are not very adaptable, but it is better to have than nothing. ”

"I'm afraid Mr. Wen, they won't have time to prepare. Qi Lang glanced at Zhu Lai, the big star made such a famous appearance, but at this time, he looked like he was out of the way: "And that's too much of a toss, after all, there will be three or four hours before dawn, Baji will definitely attack on time, if the soldiers don't get enough rest for drinking, it will be worth the loss." ”

Captain Steve and Shen Sushan showed some disappointed looks, probably thinking about how to explain to their soldiers when they returned, and at this moment, the original local patriarch Pa Suori stood up hesitantly: "Every family here will brew some water and wine, but it is a little rough, and it is difficult to get into the hall of elegance, if my king needs it, it will not take long to collect it." ”

Before Qi Lang could say anything, Mr. Zhu Lai laughed first: "That's exactly what I wanted, soaking water wine - more than ten years ago, I once tasted that unique wine, and I have always remembered it, since the moment I stepped on the land of Sunset Town, my nose seems to have been filled with such a fragrance." ”

He was just talking nonsense, the air here was filled with the smell of blood, and it had nothing to do with the fragrance, as Igru's sensitive nose could attest.

Qi Lang looked at the old patriarch whose head was wrapped like a big mushroom, and said on behalf of Mr. Zhulai a little thanks: "That is probably the treasure of each of your families, if we can survive this crisis, I will definitely compensate you." ”

The old patriarch laughed: "His Majesty the King is too distant to say this, it is the glory of us barbarians to be able to provide good wine for the warriors, how can we compensate for it." However, we have a rule here that when we offer water and wine, we usually have to find something good to ......."

Speaking of this, the old patriarch stopped, raised his hand and stroked his gray beard, and looked back at Dong Hong. Somehow, Dong Hong's fearless warrior avoided his gaze a little embarrassed.

"There has to be a reason...... Qi Lang was stunned for a moment, and he didn't guess what the old patriarch meant for a while. But when he saw Mi Rong smiling and secretly stretched out his two thumbs and nodded a little against each other, he immediately reacted: "Oh, I thought about it, that's a good thing obviously! Now, I announce that my brother Dong Hong is engaged, and his sweetheart Liya Azhuo, you don't have any objections, do you, dear patriarch?"

"Thank you, honorable king!" the old patriarch laughed and bowed to Qi Langshen and whistled, and the local warriors immediately rushed to the town in high spirits.

The Caucasian warriors present did not understand what had happened due to language barriers, and after Joanna, Gulf and others introduced the situation clearly, they suddenly realized that they came to Dong Hong's side to congratulate them, and the warrior was so embarrassed that his face was red, and he was almost embarrassed, but Qi Lang could see that he welcomed this arrangement from the bottom of his heart. The two of them are in love, and they have probably been looking forward to piercing this layer of window paper as soon as possible.

Mi Rong and Joanna were also very excited to surround Dong Hong, and couldn't help but praise Liya Azhuo's beauty and bravery, but Qi Lang noticed that they always flew their eyes to their side from time to time, and the information in their eyes was not only envy, but also seemed to have a reproach - as soon as the king's golden mouth opened, the good deeds of his brother had been completed, what about his own?

This is really an incomparably headache problem, more headache than the attack of Bhaji in front of him, and the inexplicable catastrophe of destruction that is even older and more ancient. Qi Lang now hated only one thing: why is there such an unreasonable rule as monogamy in this world? Didn't the sages who made the rules encounter the problem of choice?

A jar of fine wine was served, which was the real estate specialty wine that Mr. Zhu Lai coveted the most. It was a soaking wine, and Jira explained very clearly, it needed to be diluted with cold water and let it sit for two or three hours before it could be drunk. In other words, even if the warriors' saliva has dripped to the ground, they must endure it for two or three hours. However, the mere smell of the sweet smell was enough for them to be intoxicated, and as was the case with Mr. Zhu Lai, he had been sitting in front of the wine jar, his eyes closed, shaking his head, and he was so intoxicated that he could hardly control himself.

The timing was just right, and when the rising sun slowly rose over the Tenzin River in the east, the warriors could finally push their cups and change their glasses. Drink this cup of sweetness, whether it is Zhuangxing wine or Yongjue wine, a new day of battle is about to come, alcohol will be integrated into their blood, turned into courage and fighting spirit - they are ready to sprinkle their pride all over this blood-stained river at any time.

But Qi Lang didn't drink the wine. It wasn't that he wasn't confident in his drinking, or that he wasn't used to the spicy taste, but that he felt sorry for the warriors who had died in battle—a wine that every warrior deserved, whether or not they were laid to rest in another world.

Picking his fingers, making three or five drops of blood melt in the bowl of fragrance, and slowly pouring the wine into the water of the Danjin River, Qi Lang walked back to the position in the center of the bridge, slowly drew out his long sword, and smiled indifferently at Mr. Zhu Lai: "They will taste it, right?"

"Definitely. Mr. Zhu Lai was also smiling, "Oh, by the way, I remember, I seem to owe you a war song." ”

Qi Lang moved his shoulders and replied, "You should pay off the debt, otherwise most of us will not have the chance to hear the beautiful singing of the big star again." Of course, I still say the same thing, I just hope that your war song is not too much worse than the war song of the Vortex Army. ”

"I'll do my best. Mr. Zhu Lai cleared his throat, "This stage environment is a bit poor, and there is a lack of an accompaniment orchestra, and the conditions are poor, so I can only say that I am doing my best." ”

Zhu Lai stretched out his fingers and struck the blade with a dingdong sound, and in the simple tune, the passionate singing voice rang out:

"The strong river is bloody, and the wind is fierce. The warrior draws the sword, and the four dimensions are cut off! Give us a handsome and thanks. Raise your head and play songs, why regret the lack of bones? will drink under the spring, and reincarnate heroes!"

The high-pitched singing voice is sonorous and heroic, as if it is about to penetrate the stratus clouds and spread thousands of miles away. In the song, Qi Lang seemed to see a giant standing up to the sky, holding his huge head in one hand and a sword like a mountain peak in the other, scolding at the sky and singing fearlessly.

The final battle to the death has finally arrived!(To be continued......