All the members of the delegations from both sides who were attending the banquet in the evening were present, and the three members of the drinking team from China finally came on stage.
Zhang Huzi rubbed his hands excitedly, looking like he was itching to try his luck.
Li Erjin also showed an eager expression.
Finally, it was their turn to play.
Only Chen Daoan was quiet, with the demeanor of a master.
The banquet was served with 53-proof Moutai liquor. Wan Feng told the delegation at the beginning that the Russians did not like to drink sauce-flavored liquor, so Erguotou would be enough.
Besides, what kind of strong liquor is Moutai with a 53-degree alcohol content? Let the Russians try Erguotou with a 62-degree alcohol content.
But when I think about the way the Russians drink, I'm afraid they'll just toast as soon as they come up.
Those generals who could drink were fine, but those who couldn't would probably fall over after two glasses of 62-proof Erguotou. It was a shame that they fell down after just a few bites of this dish.
So the first drink at the banquet was 53-proof Moutai.
Wait until these Chinese generals have almost eaten their fill, then switch to Red Star Erguotou.
Now everyone is here, the dishes have been served, the wine has been opened and filled into the crystal glasses, and the room is filled with the aroma of wine.
Andreevich stood up, raised his glass and said loudly: "Anyone who doesn't drink is not a man, and women should get out of the way."
This is so fucking bullying. There are really people here who don’t drink, but why are they moving aside? Wouldn’t that make them look like sissies?
But one person actually ran away.
You can figure out who it is even with your knees.
Wan Feng was already prepared to sacrifice himself. If he didn't lie down after going on the court, he would never be able to get off.
Who knew Andreevich would do such a thing? It would be strange if he didn't get caught. As for whether he was a sissy?
Anyway, as long as Luan Feng and Zhang Xuan said he was manly, he didn't really care what others thought of him.
He doesn't care, but the Chinese generals do. A woman is coming out of this delegation?
Someone has already made up his mind to beat to death someone who has degenerated into a sissy after the party.
Seeing that someone really went to the side, Andreevich had a sneer on his face.
Wan Feng didn't care and secretly sympathized with him in his heart. He wondered if you could still laugh later.
"Today, China and the Soviet Union gather together for the sake of friendship. Today, we won't...what did you say, China?"
"I won't go home until I'm drunk!" Zhang Huzi answered with great enthusiasm.
"That's right! Don't leave until you're drunk. You have to do as many as we do. I'll do one first!"
After Andreevich finished speaking, he tilted his head back and the two-liang glass of wine poured down his throat.
Andreevich did it, and so did the Soviets.
If the guests have done it, there is no reason for the host not to do it.
Whether you can drink or not, drink up the wine in your glass.
When Dimitri saw the middle-aged Chinese officer sitting at the last seat, he felt that he looked familiar, but he couldn't remember who he was after thinking for a long time.
Just like Chinese people are face-blind when looking at foreigners, Russians also think that Chinese people look almost the same. Although Dimitri thought Chen Dao looked familiar, he just couldn't remember who he was.
Maozi drank a glass of wine, smacked his lips and nodded repeatedly: "This wine tastes good, but it doesn't seem strong enough!"
"I guess the Chinese will be drunk after three glasses of this wine." Someone from the Soviet side whispered.
Wan Feng sat on the side with a plate of peanuts, crunching them.
He could understand Russian and of course knew what these people were saying.
What's so strong about 53-proof liquor?
Even Wan Feng, who doesn't drink, once drank 60-proof Sandabai liquor in Longjiang in his previous life.
Pour the wine into the bowl, strike a match and pass it over the bowl, and the fire will immediately start.
Wan Feng didn't look down on this 53-proof liquor. It would take a box of matches to light it.
What the other party said about some Chinese people leaving after three cups was true. There were indeed some officers who could not drink much.
Not everyone in the army can drink it.
Wan Feng secretly told those who couldn't drink in advance that they should eat quickly and drink slowly at the banquet, fill their stomachs first, and then drink two glasses and pretend to be unable to drink and leave quickly. It would be very painful if they really passed out from drinking.
After the first glass of wine, you will see that the Chinese generals keep their chopsticks busy and keep eating without losing face.
Wan Feng almost laughed out loud when he saw this.
They knew very well that there was no telling when the second cup would come. If they had another one, they would be sick, and their stomachs were not even full yet.
Under normal circumstances, if the other party takes the lead in building one, then China should take the lead in building the second one.
But there was no one on the Chinese side taking the lead, not even the people in the drinking team.
This is of course to delay the second glass of wine as much as possible so that the officers can eat more first.
Wait until things are almost done here before rolling up our sleeves and heading into battle.
The Soviet people were a little confused when they saw that the Chinese people did not eat in a messy manner but kept eating with their chopsticks.
Later I thought that maybe people are born to eat with chopsticks, unlike them who have to take a long time to use a knife and fork to make a single move.
There was a gap of seven or eight minutes between the first and second glasses of wine.
People in the army eat quickly, and it only takes about seven or eight minutes.
Li Erjin saw that the generals were waving their chopsticks slower and thought it was about time, so he stood up.
After a few polite words, he did it.
So, the second glass of wine was finally drunk.
The interval between the third cup was shorter, about five or six minutes, and a Russian general stood up and raised his glass.
After three cups of Moutai, several generals from the Chinese side "failed" and were helped down by the service soldiers.
The Soviet generals laughed uncontrollably.
The laughter was indeed a bit presumptuous, and it did not conceal their contempt for the Chinese general and their own pride at all.
Zhang Huzi was a little annoyed by the Soviet generals' unbridled laughter. He stood up and raised his glass.
"This cup is too damn small! Someone, come! Change it to a half-pound cup!"
When Zhang Huzi shouted that he had exchanged half a catty of cups for a cup, several more generals from the Chinese side fell.
Zhu Guoxiong and Chen Hu also retreated, leaving only three members of the drinking team at the table.
A large crystal glass that can hold half a pound of wine was brought up.
Zhang Huzi poured a cup of wine with a bang.
He wouldn't say anything, just say cheers, then tilt his head back and drink the whole glass of wine in one gulp.
After finishing, he showed the bottom of the cup to the other person and looked at him provocatively.
The Soviet generals were also not vague. Each of them exchanged for a large cup and drank a glass of wine.
These people who call themselves bears can drink a lot of wine, so this little bit of wine is not a problem for them.
Then he looked at the only three people left at the Huaguo table without any ambiguity, and there was another person watching the fun next to them.
Li Erjin put down the wine glass in his hand and shouted loudly: "This wine is not strong enough, change to stronger liquor!"
When Andreevich heard that there was also liquor, he got excited and started shouting, "Bring on the liquor!"
Two orderlies came up carrying two boxes of wine.
This time the drink served was 62-degree Red Star Erguotou.
But to Maozi's surprise, there were also a few bottles of beer.
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