I didn't even see the police on the streets of Moscow, so I didn't dare to care about the Ming soldiers.

"Kirov, if you don't dare to compete with fists, then let's compete with each other in drinking.

You have such a strong drinking capacity, you will definitely be able to drink the people of Ming Dynasty to sleep."

When Kirov couldn't get off the stage, a classmate with whom he usually had a good relationship gave him a step forward.

yes!

Anyone who breaks Ming Dynasty will be punished, and noble ladies dare not flirt with him.

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

drink wine!

Then drink. I have never been afraid of anyone in a military academy.

Taking a deep breath, Kirov walked up to the Ming people. At this time, he had completely lost the shyness he had just faced with the noble ladies.

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

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

Especially the two arms, the biceps are bulging, and even the beautiful uniform of the military cadets looks tight.

"Okay, let's have a drink." Zhao Liangdong has long been impatient with this lively but boring dance, and now a drinker comes out, just like Zhao Liangdong.

"Drink!" Li Lin knew that this brother-in-law was a wine vat, but judging from the Russian's face, he seemed to be a capable drinker.

Today we meet a good opponent in chess and will meet a good talent. It would be a good idea to let him accompany this boring brother-in-law.

At least, if this brother-in-law drinks too much, I can take him away.

Li Lin really didn't like this kind of banquet, with a group of monster-like women and unpalatable food.

Caviar with a fishy smell, these guys actually hold it as a treasure.

Anyway, Li Lin didn’t taste how delicious it was.

When a group of military cadets saw that Kirov actually went, they immediately stood behind their comrades to encourage him.

Although everyone usually bullies Kirov, in this situation, they immediately turned into Kirov's staunchest supporters.

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

"No! The vodka is not strong enough, let's go with Maotai."

Zhao Liangdong pointed to the Maotai wine on the table.

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

Now that there is such a large row of Maotai liquor in front of you, you must drink it to your heart's content.

"No! Ming Dynasty's wine is not good, Russian wine is better." Kirov glanced at Maotai, he had never drunk it, and he felt a little unsure.

"Our Ming Dynasty wine is better than Russia's."

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

"Drink Russian wine."

“Da Ming’s wine!”

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

“Russian wine is good.”

"The strong wine of Ming Dynasty!"

The fierce quarrel focused everyone's attention here.

Princess Christina also looked here, and she frowned, these little boys were going to cause trouble.

I dare not offend His Highness the Crown Prince of the Ming Dynasty. The Ming Dynasty is extremely important to Russia now.

Just as he was about to ask someone to intervene, Zhao Liangdong suddenly raised his hand to silence the people on his side.

"I have a proposal, you say yours is good, and I say mine is good.

Then let's mix the two together and drink!" Zhao Liangdong grabbed the Maotai liquor in one hand and the vodka in the other.

He knocked around and poured a bowl of unknown fruit onto the table.

Open the two bottles of wine and pour them into the big bowl together.

Everyone was shocked. They had seen people who could drink, but never anyone who drank like this.

Whether it's Moutai in a white porcelain bottle or vodka in a glass bottle, they are all packed in a pound.

Two pounds per pound is equivalent to two pounds of liquor.

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

This is the rhythm of drinking to death!

Princess Christina was also a little dumbfounded. This really drank the people of Ming Dynasty to death. There might be big trouble.

But it was too late to stop drinking at this time, because all the warblers and swallows were surrounding him.

A man with a high-spirited personality watched two people having a drinking fight!

"Okay!" Although he has never drank like this, Kirov also yearns for this way of drinking.

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

There is a large row of wine glasses on the wine table!

This is a very strange cup. The wine glasses of the Ming Dynasty are usually two-cent cups.

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

Four glasses are just enough for one bottle of beer!

This kind of cup in Russia is very strange. It costs about seven or eight yuan, less than one tael.

It doesn't matter whether it's big or small.

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

Kirov made an invitation gesture to Zhao Liangdong, and Zhao Liangdong did not hesitate, picked up the cup and drank it in one gulp.

Moutai mixed with vodka tastes very strange, and the alcohol smell is very strong, which can be offensive to the nose.

Even a drunkard like Zhao Liangdong was choked to tears.

Seeing Zhao Liangdong's appearance, the students behind Kirov burst into laughter, and some even whistled and made noises.

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 without even leaving it in his mouth.

It was a good idea, but I didn't expect that the two wines were mixed together and turned into another wine.

Sliding along the esophagus, the esophagus seems to be on fire.

When it reached the stomach, I thought it was fine, but when it reached the stomach, it started to rebel.

My stomach kept twitching, and I tried desperately to get out again.

Kirov's throat closed like a floodgate.

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

Finally, it didn't come out and it didn't embarrass the Russians.

Seeing Kirov's neck with exposed veins, the cadets behind him felt their hearts in their throats.

Kirov swallowed the drink and let out a long breath of alcohol.

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

"Haha! Nice boy, come on, you come first this time." Zhao Liangdong made an inviting gesture.

He was holding a bad feeling in his heart. If Kirov drank again, it would be two drinks in a row.
Chapter completed!