"good!"

Zhang Yong took it and drank it in one gulp.

It's okay. There is a system to save lives. I can knock you all down by myself.

Let you fully understand what the Chinese people's drinking capacity is. I can defeat a whole group of you by myself. Even a flying group!

How to say?

From now on, your Marshal Rokossovsky will call me "big brother" at the wine table.

Sure enough, after another glass of vodka, nothing happened.

"Bah bang bang!"

"Bah bang bang!"

Many big guys applauded enthusiastically again.

There is light in each of their eyes. I feel that these are true friends.

Those who cannot drink vodka are not friends who have died.

"Come again!"

Zhang Yong is so angry.

Although he was not drunk, he began to talk eloquently.

What, what do we Chinese people say, three drinks as a penalty? No. I will drink three drinks first. You can do whatever you want.

After I finish drinking these three cups, it will be my turn to toast you. I will beat you around and knock you all down.

"Bah bang bang!"

"Ah bang bang"

Another round of applause.

Egorov himself brought a full glass of vodka.

Zhang Yong took it, raised his head, and drank it all in one gulp without any hesitation. Finally, he turned the glass over.

Only a few drops of vodka fell into the glass. The rest was finished.

"open!"

"open!"

The big guys were even more excited.

Zhang Yong burped.

Huh? You still get hiccups after drinking? Is there something wrong...

Okay, three cups have passed. Now it’s my turn to fight back against you. Get ready to face the blast!

He placed the wine glass heavily on the table and shouted, "Come again! Which of you will follow..."

"I'll do it!" Kutakhov eagerly agreed.

Then pour yourself a drink.

Fill up.

Pick up the wine glass and drink it all in one gulp.

Zhang Yong took the wine bottle, filled it up for himself, and then drank it all in one gulp.

"Bah bang bang!"

"Come again!"

"Come again!"

The two empty wine glasses were put down heavily.

It was filled with people immediately.

Then……

Everyone held a cup and drank it all in one gulp.

Three cups...

Five cups...

Kutakhov finally fell.

Zhang Yong was in high spirits, his eyes were shining, and he even blew a kiss to Yang Lichu.

Yang Lichu:......

This bastard!

It’s a shame that I’m still so worried!

I didn’t expect that I could drink so well!

Were those female spies from the past deceived like this?

Everyone wanted to win over him, but ended up getting in on his own.

"Come again!"

"Come again!"

Zhang Yong waved his wine glass.

I'm not drunk, but I feel like I'm the king of heaven.

wrong.

The King of Heaven and I rank second. I rank first.

you!

They all fell to me!

Today, no one is allowed to stand! Everyone crawls for me!

What?

Can't drink?

It's okay. It's okay if you're drunk.

If the Japanese planes arrive, I can deal with them alone...

Besides, I still have a flying brigade!

"continue!"

"continue!"

He kept shouting.

Finally, the last big guy was brought down.

"you……"

"this……"

The big guy gave a thumbs up.

Completely convinced.

It's crazy.

If the other party is alone, drink a dozen of them!

"Plop!"

The last big guy fell down.

Heaped together in a mess with other companions.

Fortunately, the floor of the restaurant is quite clean. It's okay to lie down for a while.

"Are you crazy?"

Yang Lichu finally couldn't help but came over.

Zhang Yong proudly made a victory gesture towards her. He was so proud and so proud.

Haha, these guys really don’t drink.

"Commissioner..."

Zhang Ping approached cautiously.

Observe Zhang Yong carefully and make sure that the other person is indeed not drunk.

"Give them each a blanket and make some sobering soup." Zhang Yong said casually, "Keep the guard post far away."
To be continued...