Chapter 58

  Counterattack!

  This mode of combat was fully demonstrated by the Chinese military in past positional warfare, where they managed to recapture positions on the verge of being occupied by enemy forces numerous times, and even allowed a collapsing front line to have more time for repair and respite.

  Facing the Russian military officers with smiles on their faces, the team leader stood up first, raised his glass and wished for a long-lasting friendship between China and Russia, let's have a drink!

  In a burst of "Hurray!" from the crowd, the Russian officer downed his first glass with ease.

  Then let's have another drink for the friendly exchanges between the armies of our two countries!

  Owla...

  To the Russian military for their warm hospitality! Cheers!

  Owla...

  Three cups down, the team leader sat down and started eating to fill their stomachs before continuing with renewed energy.

  The instructor immediately stood up, and the vodka in his hand shook with a sparkling wave.

  A toast to the honor of Russian soldiers!

  To the hard work of the Russian people!

  For the bold toast of Russian men!

  When the first Russian soldier thudded under the table, I was calling on all the Russian soldiers to drink a toast for this year's good potato harvest.

  Three cups per person, sit down and eat immediately, and slowly relieve the pressure brought by alcohol. This is called "Chē Lún Zhàn" in Sun Tzu's Art of War, isn't it?

  What's different is that we've turned the tactics of bullying the minority with the majority into a fight where the minority takes on the majority!

  Chairman Mao's great wisdom back then is still invincible today, I suppose Chairman Mao would also be very pleased...

  Those Russian soldiers saw that their own troops were dwindling and got anxious, so they started to drag us into one-on-one fights.

  The first one who couldn't sit still was Da Mao.

  Dah Mao sat beside me, looking around at several Russian soldiers who were all foaming at the mouth like crabs. He immediately pulled me and said, "Chinese brother, let's drink well!" A man's way of drinking, one person, one cup.

  I take a look at Big Hair's stature and then I take a look at Big Hair's expression, and I know that I'm no match for him.

  This Russian guy has been drinking non-stop since the beginning, but I don't know if he's naturally tolerant or just not sensitive to alcohol. Until now, his face hasn't turned red at all, and those eyes are still shining brightly, obviously trying to take me down to save face for his brothers.

  I watched as Big Fluffy brought over four bottles of vodka with his massive paws, and I couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

  Not drinking? That's absolutely impossible.

  What's there to fear about the battles and killings on the wine table when you're not even afraid of death?

  If I were to drink stupidly, this is the home court of others and they are used to drinking, I have no advantage at all?

  Speaking of which, I want to thank our gymnastics hero Li Ning.

  Li Ning won several gold medals and then made a lot of Jianlibao soda advertisements. The round, cylindrical drink, similar in size to a thermos flask, unexpectedly broke into the international market and became known worldwide. Even Russian military officers knew that China's Jianlibao soda was good, and they would often have it on hand as a beverage at banquets.

  Now that I have this thing, are you still worried that your big fur can turn over my palm?

  I smiled and said to Big Hair, "Brother, it's too hot and noisy in here. Why don't we go outside and have a drink by ourselves?"

  Looking at the Russian snowy landscape outside, it's not only beautiful but also fresh air. Drinking with you is also enjoyable, isn't it?

  I reckon that Big Mao fellow is also a straightforward guy, and yet he didn't notice the sinister look in my eyes at all?

  He nodded and said okay, let's just drink outside!

  I stood up and carried a few cans of Jianlibao towards the outside.

  Big fur stunned.

  He asked me, "Chinese brother, how can you drink this? We are men, we can't drink the sweet water that women drink! Vodka, understand? This is the real man's wine!"

  I just smiled and said, Big Mao brother, you don't know. Our Chinese white wine is the real man's wine, your vodka is not strong enough! But when I came to your place, there was no Chinese white wine, so I could only drink Chinese liquor which is stronger than vodka!

  Dà máo jiù bù lè yì le.

  Translation: Big fur is unhappy now.

  "Watching your face fall just now, are you kidding me, Chinese brother?"

  What you're holding is obviously syrup, how can it be stronger than vodka?

  As they spoke, the two of them had already walked outside and found a place to sit in the snow. I casually inserted those few cans of Red Bull into the snow, effectively quick-freezing them. Then I turned to Big Hair and said, "Brother, if you're not convinced, let's do it this way! You drink my Red Bull, I'll drink your vodka, and see whose is more potent!"

  Dà máo nà lán wāng wāng de yǎn zhū zǐ jiù chà diǎn jiào wǒ zhè jù huà gěi jǐ cù chū lái.

  Translation:

  The big furry Wangwang's eyeballs almost squeezed this sentence out of me.

  Even a dead person would know I'm being taken advantage of!

  Maybe he's afraid I'm messing with some kind of trick? Da Mao opened a can of Jianlibao and took a sip, then stared at me and said "Chinese brother, are you serious?" Let's really try this drinking method, you drink one bottle of vodka and I'll drink two cans of Jianlibao, we're equal in quantity, this is the way men drink.

  Look at me with a bit of disdain, and Big Hair would raise his neck, take a deep breath, and gulp down four cans of Jianlibao. Then he'd look at me with an expression that meant "Today you're going to die!"

  I'll just drink then.

  Although this vodka is a high-proof liquor, if it's chilled in the snow for a while and then drunk, it won't be too unbearable at least not to the point of feeling like you're going to flip over.

  Especially after I swallowed those few pills, it seems to have taken effect? My stomach started to feel warm and my mind cleared up a lot. I looked at Da Mao's domineering eyes and downed two bottles of vodka in one breath.

  The wine went down his stomach, and a warm feeling slowly rose up.

  I don't know if it's the effect of that pill, but anyway, I feel warmth seeping from all my pores and I'm starting to feel heat from deep within my bones.

  I stripped off my clothes and grabbed a bottle of vodka to drink.

  Honestly speaking, Da Mao this Russian brother is still a very fierce and powerful man.

  Watching me take off my pants, Big Hair also learned from me and took off his clothes. Whoosh! Two more cans of Jianlibao went down the drain.

  The north wind has risen.

  Russia is such a cold place, it's just November weather, right? That little north wind can penetrate into the bone marrow and wreak havoc, if one's body is slightly weaker, they can be frozen to death in half an hour.

  I've had a lot of strong liquor, and with the help of alcohol, I can still hold on for a while. That big brother over there downed six cans of Jianlibao in one breath...

  Jianlibao iced down, even drinking two cans in the summer is refreshing. Not to mention that carbonated drink, after drinking it, the hiccups will bring out all the heat inside the stomach, and my brother Damao, no matter how good his body is or how strong his fire is, this time he can't withstand my trick of draining the pot from the bottom, right?

  I just watched as Big Hair's face changed color with all his might, the whole thing turning from red to white, white to green, green to purple and finally black. I almost thought that Big Hair had gone to Sichuan to learn the art of changing faces from a master of Sichuan Opera.

  The brothers of Damao couldn't hold it anymore...

  When I drank the fourth bottle of vodka, Damao's brother was holding a Jianlibao and his paws were shaking violently, making a loud knocking sound that could be heard clearly from two miles away.

  Just as I was smiling at Da Mao and saying "Brother, shall we go get some more wine and continue drinking like real men?", Da Mao suddenly grabbed his clothes, stood up, and ran towards the toilet without looking back while putting on his clothes.

  I guess Big Mao will never dare to hold a Jianlibao can again in this lifetime...!!!

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