"These guys..."

"Everyone is so rough and arrogant..."

"You're not afraid of squeezing me out..."

Zhang Yong secretly resented it.

I feel like these Soviet pilots are all genuine.

I show my love for you unabashedly. But the way of expression is a bit too intense.

Most people really can't bear it.

【Your adventure experience increases】

[Your overall physical fitness +1]

The system is an afterthought.

Better than nothing.

If not, my small body would have been crushed to pieces.

Oh, if there is no system, you may die just after traveling through time. Where is the chance to stand here and enjoy life?

finally……

Push these hot guys away.

"Everyone, lunch is ready." Zhang Ping came up to the rescue just in time.

"It's time to eat. It's time to eat." Zhang Yong greeted in Russian.

A group of big guys immediately cheered up.

Enter the restaurant.

I smelled vodka.

Sure enough, wherever these big guys go, vodka will follow.

In fact, vodka is very cheap. At least much cheaper than red wine. If possible, China can brew it itself.

The staple food is beef and potatoes.

Exclusively for Soviet pilots. Chinese people do not have such treatment.

China's own pilots ate pork ribs stewed with potatoes. There was no beef. At that time, beef was in short supply.

Especially in places like Nanchang, large quantities of beef are hard to find.

If you were in Lanzhou, there would be more.

All Soviet aid was concentrated in Lanzhou and then distributed to various theaters.

The Air Force's assistance, mainly aircraft, was also concentrated in Lanzhou. For a time, the small Lanzhou actually became the most eye-catching presence in the northwest.

"Zhang, you are a hero!" Kutakhov came up to toast.

A full glass of vodka.

Zhang Yong:……

It's fatal.

These guys.

I'm not good at drinking alcohol!

In the previous life, I poured a bottle of beer. In this life, it seems...

However, hospitality is hard to reject.

To be serious, this is proletarian sentiment!

Really, he could feel the strong proletarian friendship from the other party...

Nothing selfish.

They left their motherland and came to a strange land thousands of miles away to fight the Japanese...

So far, double digits of Soviet pilots have died.

After some sacrifices, the bodies were never found. Since then, loyal bones have been buried everywhere in Qingshan.

There's just something I don't understand.

Why are they all Bolsheviks, but they choose to cooperate with the government...

It seems that the Bolsheviks in China are in Yan'an...

Stop it.

Stop it.

Don't dare to think too much.

He took the wine glass and drank it in one gulp.

Dry!

Give it your all.

It doesn't matter if you're drunk anyway.

Yang Lichu is right next to her. She will take care of the funeral affairs.

wrong.

Wrong.

It's the end of the hand, not the aftermath.

One glass of wine shouldn't kill you.

My throat feels a little hot. Sure enough, it is a strong alcohol over 60 degrees!

If I drink this big cup, I will probably have to lie down for two days.

Don't even think about going to Chongqing tonight.

result……

After drinking hard liquor...

Huh?

Seems okay?

I just feel that my internal organs are a little hot.

Then……

There is no more.

I'm not drunk. I'm not dizzy either.

It's like drinking a glass of warm water. Well, the temperature is slightly higher. Drink more hot water if you don't mind...

"Bah bang bang!"

"Bah bang bang!"

A group of big guys applauded enthusiastically.

Obviously, they all admired Zhang Yong's heroism very much.

There are really not many others who dare to drink it all in one go.

Even they themselves have to weigh it up.

Zhang Yong glanced at Yang Lichu in the distance and found that she was biting her lip quietly. Apparently she was worried that he would collapse soon.

result……

It's really okay.

No feeling at all. Still very energetic.

Judgment is the result of systematic strengthening of physical fitness, including alcohol consumption.

"open!"

Yegorov enthusiastically introduced the beef and potatoes.

Zhang Yong was not polite and took the plate directly.

"open!"

Parlov came up to toast again.

Obviously, this guy wants to bring Zhang Yong down completely.

Proletarian feelings are so direct. If you don't fail, it will appear that I am not sincere enough.
To be continued...