"President Qin, we met again." Just after entering the banquet hall, Qin Guan saw another familiar person.

Ye Fugen, who had met Qin Guan at the time, and everyone used to drink together, and the final result of drinking was that Ye Fugen and others failed. They felt a deep inferiority.

But this time, when I saw this old acquaintance again, Qin Guan knew that his drinking capacity, I am afraid they also knew it, after a while, would anyone still fight with him?

"Yeah, we met again." Qin Guan said: "Your Sam-6 missile should also be improved, right? The mistake of the last time can't be repeated."

The last time it was in 1982, at the time in Beta Valley, the Sam-6 missile was beaten up and howling. Now, after hearing Qin Guan's words, Ye Fugen also looked helpless and exposed the scars of others.

"Our Sam-6 missile has been improved. Every launch vehicle has a guidance radar. The last thing will never happen. When needed, each of our missile launch vehicles is an independent The combat unit." Yefugen said: "Moreover, we also have advanced MiG-29 fighters, enough to compete with them for air supremacy. If they come again, they will definitely pay the price of blood!"

Last time it was very sad. The results of the last time were absolutely unsatisfactory. Therefore, they have also made great improvements. With the advanced MiG-29 and the latest Sam-11 missile, they will No fear of any threats.

"Yes, technology is the key to winning the future war." Qin Guan said: "As the world's superpower, Xiong's technology, we can rest assured."

What does it mean to rest assured, what does it matter to you? Ye Fugen couldn't help but muttered in his heart, but fortunately, everyone was already seated, and a cup was placed in front of everyone.

"No matter what happened before, we believe that the friendship between us will get better and better. For our friendship, cheers!" General Marokov said.

The current banquet is better than drinking. It doesn't matter whether you win or lose verbally. Now I will put you on the wine table.

The wine field is the battlefield. There is no gunpowder smoke here, but it is also very intense.

"I brought the best Moutai to my friends. Would you like to try it?" General Lin said.

Moutai, that is the national liquor of Han, the price is very high. One bottle is worth the average worker’s income for a year. Now, General Lin has brought several boxes of alcoholic bears. Chinese people's eyes lit up suddenly.

"Moutai, I haven't tasted Moutai for many years." General Marokov said. He remembered that he was able to drink Moutai when he visited Han before. Unexpectedly, he is still here now. Can drink.

Is that still necessary? Change wine!

At this time, the old Wang, who was as thin as a bamboo pole, stood up, with a smile on his face, holding a wine bottle, and began to pour General Marokov over, leaning to one side, his mouth still plausible: "Emotions Shallow, lick, deep emotion, boring, come, General, I offer you a drink!"

Just now, everyone drank it together. After they drank it together, they should drink separately. First of all, of course, they had to drink with the old general. Let the old general be happy before talking.

Moutai, when it enters the mouth, it is not as pungent and stimulating as the vodka just now. It only feels warm and mellow, and the wine is full of aroma. When Moutai enters the stomach, it feels that the whole stomach is warm. Good wine!

Seeing that General Marokov in front of him finished his drink, Pharaoh continued to pour the other party a second cup.

"Strong feelings, not drinking enough, feeling weak, not enough, for our friendship, let's continue drinking, I respect you, General."

In order for Pharaoh to blend in better, the current Pharaoh is wearing an air force uniform, and the rank of a colonel on his shoulders, but when it comes to military knowledge, he definitely doesn’t understand anything. Yes, he is here to accompany the wine, wear a military uniform before the wine, and take off the military uniform after the wine, nothing more.

Seeing that the Air Force colonel came and offered his commander three cups in a row, the others actually looked down upon Pharaoh. This guy is so thin, how much can he drink? Maybe you will be drunk soon, right?

Ye Fugen came over with a glass of wine and made a toast to Lao Wang. In fact, everyone was drinking together and there was nothing to say. As long as they held the glass, the other party would know what it meant. With a set of rules, even if the talent does not translate for him, he still speaks extremely fluently.

"The sky is blue, the sea is blue, one cup after another is dry."

When Ye Fugen and Lao Wang drank three cups, they already felt something was wrong. How many cups did this guy drink? Ordinary people have drunk so much, their tongues are too big, their words are not easy to talk, and they walk wobbly, but what about Pharaoh? Actually still so steady, how much does this guy drink?

The other bear people also came over with their wine glasses. You are alone against a group of us, and the wheel fight can also kill you. They have begun to take advantage of the large number of people.

How could I think that Pharaoh was more and more brave as he fought. There are only a few boxes of Moutai, and there will be no more after drinking. If it were not in the wine market, Pharaoh would even think that he would drink all the wine by himself. Now, so many People come to drink by themselves, they are absolutely happy. An alcoholic wants to drink more, what should he do? The simplest thing is, when I go to the wine shop, I am so late for a few minutes, and I just go in and say, I'm late, I will fine myself three glasses, so it will be fine.

Strikes or something, and loses deliberately, just to drink more.

Finally, all Moutai was drunk.

All the bearers have already had a round with Pharaoh. Pharaoh picked up the vodka bottle, walked again in front of General Marokov, and poured the vodka into the glasses of the two. , This wine is running out, so there is only half of the glasses for the two of them, which is empty.

"I heard that the best wine in the bear country is Joelsh. I haven't drunk it yet. This is the first time." Pharaoh said, picking up the beer bottle in his hand and starting to give it to Marokov. Poured beer in my glass.

I have poured more than a pound of Moutai in my stomach. When I first drank it, I felt very comfortable, much better than vodka. But now, the stamina of this Moutai has slowly come up, Marokov watched When Lao Wang poured the wine like this, he was immediately frustrated.

When these two kinds of wine are mixed together to drink, it is the easiest to make people drunk. Even he himself has no confidence. However, if people come to toast, if they don't drink it, isn't it afraid of the other party? Isn't that admitting defeat?