If it were simple and vodka, Nickley would not be worried at all.

However, the big basin in front of me was slightly amber and yellow, and there was white foam floating on it, like a "wine" like a pissing that I had been stolen all night long. Comrade Major was uneasy.

Can this thing be drunk?

Although the Russian dared to go to the infirmary to steal alcohol when they were not drunk, he still hesitated slightly when facing this pot of something full of visual impact.

But now it is difficult to get rid of the tiger.

Dozens of pairs of eyes were staring at me around.

Not only were the members of Pla, but also the soldiers of the 45th Regiment under his command, but even the black buddies and Qasim came to watch.

Drink, or not?

There seems to be no choice.

Nicklay secretly swallowed, picked up the soup basin with both hands, closed his eyes, raised his head, and began to gulp into his throat.

Not everyone can accept this mixed drink for a long time.

At least Nickley rarely does such messy things.

This thing is completely mutated after mixing the sweetness of sweet wine, the wheat aroma of beer, and the unique fragrance of vodka.

The sweetness feels like Sprite mixed with water because it is diluted; the wheat aroma of beer becomes a sour smell after being mixed with the other two wines; the familiar fragrance of vodka becomes a strange and strange smell after being blended with sweet wine and beer - it seems that a large piece of durian is stuffed into the originally sweet apple sauce...

"puff--"

When there was only one-third of the mixed "drink" in the soup bowl, Nicklay's throat finally couldn't stand this strange smell and protested first.

The mixed drink that was pouring up was sprayed out of his mouth, but fortunately it was sprayed onto the plate, and the juice dripped along his neck onto his clothes.

"Major, you're okay!" Zhuang Yan asked quickly.

Nickley held the basin with one hand and stretched out the other hand, slapped at the solemn, indicating that he was fine.

The paratroopers of the other 45th Regiment were silent, looking at their major superiors with concern.

Nicklay suddenly took a breath and began to drink the messy things that had been spit in the soup bowl again.

An old man next to him stood too close and saw the situation in the basin clearly. After seeing it, he couldn't stand it, so he covered his mouth and ran away...

Finally, a large pot of mixed "fool's water" was finally done.

Nicklay's face had changed from a slight redness to a crimson.

That situation...

It’s like putting on heavy makeup before going on stage and applying a thick layer of rouge.

"ah--"

Nicklay patted his belly and burped.

"vomit--"

The people around them subconsciously took two steps back.

Nickley looked at the people around him and turned to solemnity, first looking at his face, then looking at his stomach.

"Zhuang, I didn't expect your alcohol tolerance was so good."

It was the first time he was praised for his solemnity.

This means that he has begun to lower his posture.

At first, in Nicklay's opinion, how could pla players who seem to be a little thinner than their men have much lethality?

That's the same as a car, of course the larger the displacement, the better.

As for people, of course, the bigger the size, the better.

Damao thinks so.

Therefore, they love to train themselves to have a round waist and wide waist, and have a natural sense of power.

The same is true when drinking.

After all, the size is different, just like a container. Putting aside the amount of alcohol, of course, the large container can hold more wine.

But unexpectedly, Zhuangyan's face was a little red, and even poured a large pot of mixed "fool's water" and there was no problem afterwards.

Zhuang Yan didn't intend to show mercy.

It is better to be the general of Yu Yong to pursue the defeated enemy.

Since the time he shook hands during the day did not decide the winner, Nicklay always liked to come and pester him, so he would just give him a fatal blow and make him feel good at one time.

In fact, with solemn alcohol content, drinking like this is also very uncomfortable.

No matter how uncomfortable it is, it can still withstand it.

Besides, the strategy of making wine is very successful. Nicklay is obviously the type of single-type alcoholic who cannot make wine.

If you don’t fuck him at this time, will you still keep it for the New Year?

"Major, let's continue!"

Zhuangyan had already been arranged, and a color, Xu Erdian came up, and had already collected vodka and sweet wine from the next table and put it on the table.

"Come on, company commander!"

Let’s talk about it, start to draw the gourds as usual, pouring them into the soup basin, and soon two pots of "fool water" were prepared.

Nicklay's eyes were bigger than copper bells...

"Come, Comrade Major, toast for our health!"

He picked up the basin...

Then he raised his head.

Ton ton ton ton ton—

I started drinking wildly again.

All the foreign special forces around them became big eyes.

Soon, the solemn and clean basin lit up again against everyone and put it down.

The whole restaurant was quiet.

Nickley felt something constantly rolling in his stomach, like magma that was about to erupt.

However, he picked up the basin.

"Cheers to... for our health!"

"Stop drinking, drink it again, it will kill people."

Xu Weiguo couldn't help but pull the solemnity.

Zhuang Yan didn't dare to say anything because his stomach was also rolling...

Now, it depends on whether Nicklay can withstand this wave of impact.

If possible, he shouldn't be able to fight back.

Now, what you are fighting for is courage.

Just like at the card table, stud, I bet your trump card is not 4 a.

Nicklay's appearance of drinking "fool water" is terrifying.

His face turned completely into a purple-red color.

The sound of the wine pouring into the throat was like pouring water into a small canal, constantly surging.

The slower he drinks, the slower he drinks.

It took a full five minutes to drink all the wine in the basin.

"Well--"

Nicklay placed the basin heavily on the table and shook it.

The soldiers next to him came up to help him.

Nicklay pushed his hand away and pushed the others away.

He looked at the solemn and his cow eyes could not blink.

Zhuangyan kept smiling, pressing the rolling in her stomach, and then said to Xu Er: "Go and get it again!"

After the words came out, everyone was shocked.

Xu Weiguo's face turned blue.

But he knew that under this situation, no one could stop him.

Even if I can stop Zhuang Yan, I can't stop Nicklay.

The wine was put on the table again.
To be continued...