If you lose, you will choose this way if you change the situation. Today is even more different. It is the last chance for Japan to beat all parties in North China. Whether it is successful depends on the trembling. Several first moves were lost in the front. They originally decided to occupy the magpie's nest, snatch the master's position in the center of the Chinese capital, and force the Chinese to surrender. This is great. It's time to destroy Zhu Bin again and again, right?!

The riverside Zheng San was also very angry. After shouting, he saw that the waiter who had prepared had delivered all the bowls, and suddenly remembered a fatal problem--they were not good at drinking!

Chinese people can drink alcohol, but there are only differences between the south and the north due to climate and physical fitness. However, in general, most of the strong people in Jiangbei are mostly white wine and sorghum wine. The higher the degree, the higher the degree. Most of the people in Shandong and Hebei are around 60 degrees. When they reach northeast and northwest, they run to seventy, which is simply alcohol!

Southerners drink more rice wine, which is low in the condition and sweet in the taste, but they still feel like the wind when they drink too much. No matter who is from Jiangnan and Jiangbei, as long as they have the conditions, they will not be vague about how they drink one pound or eight taels of food.

But the Japanese are not good at it. Although there is also sake, and there is even legendary that it is brewed with ice and snow that has not melted for thousands of years and has been stored in the ice layer for n years. However, in the final analysis, because there is a lack of food since ancient times and has never been rich, the poor man is so stingy that the wine is very low. They all drink it very vigorously with small cups. Let the Chinese see, damn, a group of stingy men!

After arriving in China, I tasted countless fine wines. The prices were as good as mellow, but they were as beautiful as heaven. However, their brains were not much the same. The first thought of seeing good things was: "Snatch them all back!"

The so-called small country and few people have never seen the world, most of them have the same mentality. Just like when Nan Bangzi met the Chinese decades later, they kept asking: "Do you have a TV? Do you have a refrigerator? Do you have a computer? Do you have a car?"

As a result, when I arrived in China, I saw that the best pork was only a dozen yuan per pound. I went into the barbecue restaurant like a mad dog and didn’t want to come out. I was urged to die on the table. I couldn’t eat enough! I couldn’t eat enough! I was cheap! Eighty-one pounds of lard in their hometown. The family ate barbecue once a week and promoted it everywhere like the New Year. The neighbors saw all kinds of envy, jealousy and hatred...

Male Gobi can’t afford to eat pork. He made a serving of kimchi as a poor pussy that lasted for hundreds of years. Can he open his mouth? Is it shameless!

There is no fake formaldehyde wine these days, and it is rare to mix it in low-grade mixing, so it is normal for literati and scholars to drink it with cow eye cups. If they drink too much, their fairy-like and beautiful little body can't stand it! The Japanese have no experience and find it so good that they can save their so-called "elegance" in one fell swoop! Moreover, China's good grain wine is not enough, and it's okay to drink too much. This place is simply a blessed place!

But in the final analysis, their alcohol content is still too shallow and they have little knowledge. It is impossible to describe how many kinds of liquor can be produced in a province of China, and they do not understand how profound the extremely complex wine culture is.

When I got on the table today, I realized that they were showing off their power and showing off their power. They met poor warlords who were not confident to fight against them. But when facing the two tough guys, Zhu Bin and Wu Peifu, it was seriously not enough to see them. Even Song Zheyuan, a miserable old guy, was enough to make them drink a pot. The strategies accumulated over thousands of years have penetrated into every detail. Where can they guess?

Therefore, after the riverside Masasa finished shouting in anger, he suddenly remembered how serious their shortcomings were! But the small bowl had already come up. How could the warriors of the Great Japanese Empire admit defeat?! Drink it!

"Dongdongdongdongdong" bottles of 62-degree white wine were all filled with all the 62-degree white wine. Zheng San, who smelled the fragrance by the river, felt his stomach twitching and even spasms, and he swallowed his saliva hard. He gritted his teeth and stood up, holding the wine glass and said to Wu Peifu: "Mr. Wu's character is also admired by our Imperial Army, but it's a pity that you refuse to open the door to cooperation. We are very happy to be able to come to the banquet today. Please accept my respect!"

After getting lucky, my chest fell, held my breath, and I felt a lot of stuffy breaths.

People who cannot drink alcohol actually have a trick to kill themselves, that is, they do not breathe, and they do not taste it. They swallow the wine as water first. Anyway, this good wine will not sniff upwards. As for how to open a temple in their stomachs, it is a matter of the future. At least, it can hold on in front of them!

The Japanese lower-level officers next to him were so brave that the brave men were admired and applauded. Wu Peifu smiled faintly and just touched the wine bowl on his lips. He was a senior, with a noble status and was very good to give this Japanese major general face.

But the Japanese don't think so. You just do the toast by Zhu Bin. You dare not drink the toast by our brigade commander of the Great Japanese Empire. It's too shameful to give you a face! Someone couldn't help but jump up, but he glared at Tian Dayi Wanichiro, and you can't lose your big fortune because of a small amount. Today's targets are Song Zheyuan and Zhu Bin!

After the riverside, Zheng San did not dare to speak. He ate a few meat dishes with big meat and vegetables, and drank another bowl of tea, and felt a little better. Looking at the Chinese side, it was already lively. In addition to Song Zheyuan himself who was sick and accompanied many literati to continue playing with small cups, Feng Zhian, Qin Dechun, He Jifeng, Dong Shengtang and other generals all started to toss with big bowls.

Zhu Bin rolled up his sleeves and clinked the glasses with them without seeing each other. His eyelids were five or six bowls without blinking. After a small kilogram of wine, he did not change his face. The heroic brothers watched him cheered. Standing behind, Lu Zhida, who was standing in the background, gave the smell of wine and was greedy for a long time. However, the heavy responsibility was that he could not do anything randomly. He was so anxious that he was scratching his heart.

The Japanese soldiers were influenced by the warm atmosphere here and also poured a lot of money with a bunch of traitors. Although they didn't dare to drink one by one, they could not resist the delicious food and food that had never seen good things in their lives. They couldn't help but lose their weight. Soon, they could only drink seven or eight taels of food.

If you say good wine is just a trick. When you drink it, you will be very good. When you feel something is wrong, you will be already enormous. How can Japanese people withstand the amount of alcohol? Suddenly, most of them feel dizzy and their nature will rise.

What happens if the Japanese drink too much? They are crazy about drinking! I guess only Nan Bangzi can compare with them. This is different from the few Chinese people who are not good at alcohol. They do not distinguish between status and status from top to bottom. They must perform when drinking too much! Nan Bangzi usually likes to pull out his pants and pee in the corner of the wall, turn his head and continue drinking, or change to a large washbasin and spit in the mix of soy sauce and vinegar. What about the Japanese?

Matsushima, a Japanese consultant of the Hebei Defense Communist Autonomous Government, drank high first, but it was certain that he would wake up from drunkenness. Seeing that the Chinese had already gained the upper hand, he jumped out first at the sign of the person on his side, holding a folding fan in his hand and shook it away, standing in the central dance floor and laughing loudly: "How can there be no song without wine? I'll be here to cheer everyone up!"

Regardless of whether others accept it or not, they sing in shock in their throats. The sound sounded like a duck was squeezed by a crack in the door. Suddenly, the unlucky ghost who fell into the well made a cry. It made people think that the Ghost Festival was coming early.

Zhu Bin shivered all over when he heard this, almost threw the wine bowl away, and cursed in anger: "Male Gobi! What's the noise? What's the matter with sincerity and disgusting people? Is it still not possible to eat!"

Song Zheyuan patted him on the shoulder from the side: "Hey, brother Han, please be patient, this is what the Japanese are like."

"That can't make them so rampant. This is the territory of our Chinese. Go back to their hometown when you are drunk!" Zhu Bin refused to take this trick.

Song Zheyuan was not the one who could rub it. His eyes narrowed and his sharpness appeared. Seeing that Songdo not only sang, but also pulled out an oriental knife to sing and dance, three young Japanese officers even jumped onto the table in disobedience, shouting at the fisherman tunes that Chinese people could not understand, and pointed at the Chinese people wantonly, laughing wildly, and feeling angry!

The officers next to him were so angry that their faces were blushing and their necks were thick. Feng Zhian's eyes were bloodshot and roared at Song Zheyuan: "Commander-in-chief, will the Japanese continue to be so rampant?"

Song Zheyuan shook his head abruptly. Feng Zhian was overjoyed and turned his head toward Brigade Commander He Jifeng and said, "Go and give them a shout!"

He Jifeng slapped the table and jumped up, pulled his left hand torn the collar that was in the way, and sang loudly at the top of his voice: "The yellow seed should enjoy the power of the Yellow Sea, and the Asians should plant the Asian fields. Youth, young people! Don't be stubborn in the same seeds, sit and teach Europe and the United States to whip first. Don't be afraid of death, don't love money, and your husband will never be pitied by others. The flood will only turn the tide with your hands, and you will never let down the copper plate and iron inkstone, and the wise and wise men!"

This is Li Dazhao's "Yellow Song". Although the person dies, his integrity is still there and his voice is still there. It is sung by the iron-blooded army Han, which makes him even more intense and exciting!

Many officers and figures in the courtyard were very familiar with each other. They opened their voices and responded loudly with the alcohol, which immediately suppressed the Japanese howling sounds.

Dong Shengtang, the commander of the 114th Brigade of the 38th Division, was furious and asked the adjutant to take the big sword that once made the Japanese cry and howl. He turned over and jumped into the field. The song that catered to He Jifeng made the "Breaking the Eight Swords" full of murderous aura. The strong wind roared, and several new young officers who came in to gesture with Japanese swords suddenly had a chill in their necks and couldn't continue playing.

When Tian Dai Wanichiro saw that things were a little wrong! Song Zheyuan actually reacted like this. Did some of his previous faces be pretending? In the scene, you must not lose! Turn your head and indicate that the drunkenness of He Bian Masao quickly stood up after He Jifeng finished singing, twisted his nose and said disdainfully: "Singing and dancing is not the duty of a samurai. Strong power is everything to conquer the world! We have an officer here who is good at fighting, and I want to ask you for advice!"

Before the Chinese could express their opinions, a loud "bang bang" sounded like a pile driver was working. The whole Huairen Hall was trembling. A mountain of meat held her knees with both hands and came out step by step with barefoot! (To be continued)!~!
Chapter completed!