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The soldiers who came here for dinner were all withdrawn from Nanjing, some fought with the Japanese troops, and some fled in a daze without firing a single shot.

But no matter what way you cross the river, you can still sit here to eat and drink at this moment, and the feeling of the rest of your life after the catastrophe arises spontaneously, and this strange fat officer sells wine again, so the pressure brought about by the battle or forced displacement for days is vented through alcohol.

Many people talked about their escape from danger, the ferocity of the Japanese devil's firepower, and the tragic situation of their brothers and compatriots being killed.

This year's life is almost gone, what's the use of asking for money? The various dialects of Hubei, Jiangsu, and Zhejiang in the northeast are either tragic, passionate, or depressing, or miserable, and crying when they are miserable.

Huo Xiaoshan's table against the wall is a different scene.

The jar of wine had already been drunk, so Huo Xiaoshan didn't let him ask for it again.

Everyone divided half of it, and the rest was divided equally by Shen Chong and Murong Pei, and the two of them actually drank five bowls each.

There was no tragic atmosphere at their table.

Those soldiers didn't drink enough to be hot-headed, Shen Chong was a martial madman, and fighting could only make him more fanatical, and he didn't know what sadness was at all.

At this time, they were praising the little sister, because it was the little sister who heard the landlady say "them" and asked a mouth, so they got the news of Huo Xiaoshan and had a reunion.

A girl who was already soft-spoken and slow-talking, but her face was flushed with praise from these men, as if she had drunk the most on the whole table.

At this time, Huo Xiaoshan and Murong Pei were "biting their ears" together.

"The first time I saw you drinking, you were able to drink so much, did you drink it before?" Huo Xiaoshan said with a smile, the tolerance in his eyes was like looking at a naughty and funny child.

Murong Pei's face was still the color of the melon skin, yellow, but the redness of her earlobes and neck betrayed her, no one was a wine fairy, Shen Chong was already drunk and rolled up her sleeves and almost went into battle shirtless, how could she not react at all?

At this moment, she also finished drinking, and when she faced Huo Xiaoshan, she felt a little weak, and seeing that Huo Xiaoshan didn't blame herself in the slightest, she let go of her hanging heart.

"I drank once after my mother died, and I didn't drink less or too much that time, and I felt very close to the wine since I saw it, but it wasn't greedy." Murong Pei's eyes returned to normal at this time.

"I don't know how much alcohol I can drink, but I think it's nice to be hot after drinking. Today, it's so cold! She went on to explain.

"Is it still cold?" Huo Xiaoshan asked with concern.

People like Huo Xiaoshan, who have been tempered by cold snow and cold water since childhood, are a different matter.

In fact, for most Heilongjiang people, they can withstand the cold of minus twenty or thirty degrees, but they are extremely unsuitable for the low temperature of zero to minus ten degrees.

"It's not cold, it's hot and dizzy after drinking." Murong Pei smiled happily, and his eyes appeared as crooked moon buds again, as if he had seen the first bowl of wine just now, "Look, I'm sweating." She spread her hand out and handed it over.

Huo Xiaoshan touched it, and sure enough, Murong Pei's palms were stained with sweat.

He was about to say something but was interrupted by Shen Chong, "You two are muttering there endlessly?" I haven't had enough of it! ”

Shen Chong is also a master of wine, the room is not warm, but he is already drunk and sweating, he didn't take off his military uniform, after all, he and Huo Xiaoshan stayed at the Central Military Academy, and he knows that soldiers should look like soldiers, and they can't do whatever they want like when they used to go to the rivers and lakes.

"Still drinking? Are you going to trade a crooked handle for wine again? Huo Xiaoshan pursed his lips and stopped continuing the topic.

He knew how much Shen Chong had drunk, and now he had drunk seven or eight points, and he didn't ask for any more when the wine in the jar was gone.

From this point of view, Shen Chong's alcohol consumption is really not as good as Murong Pei's, maybe he is also talented in drinking.

"Yaya and I were talking about how cold we should find some cotton clothes." Huo Xiaoshan then said.

As soon as Huo Xiaoshan said this, the whole table also echoed it, for no other reason, it was really cold.

One soldier said, "Maybe you can get it from that fat officer." ”

One of the soldiers next to him said: "Do you also use a crooked handle to change?" One wants to change wine, the other wants to change clothes, and the ...... is defeated" He wanted to say that he was a loser, but the last two words were glared back by Shen Chong.

"They were all withdrawn from Nanjing, why do people have cotton clothes to wear, but we wear single clothes? People are more popular than dead people! "The dung balls feel there.

His face was as red as a monkey's butt now, and it seemed that as he himself said, good wine but not much wine.

When Shen Chong heard this, he turned his head and looked around: "Who is wearing cotton clothes, who is wearing cotton clothes?" How can there be? "He's drinking a little bit now, and he's a little out of shape.

"What's the look, drink too big, you're the one behind you." The dung ball is naturally cooked, and he has been mixed with Shen Chong these days, and he is not afraid of him at all.

Shen Chong turned his head to look at the person at the next table who was drinking back to back with him, and that person was the reckless man from Hubei.

Shen Chonggang turned his head sideways, but saw that the reckless man suddenly jumped up, scolding with "suffocation" in his mouth, and then the people at the table all stood up, pushed the table and kicked the stool, and went straight to the other table!

There were few people at that table, only five people, but the reaction was also fast, as soon as the table was pushed, there were people who got up to operate the bench, those who carried wine jars, and those who grabbed bowls, and they came up.

There was only a few steps away, but they hit together in an instant, and the rest of the people at the table hurriedly got up to dodge, and for a while, the table overturned the bowl and fell to the ground, and there was a lot of chaos.

"Haha, it's a fight!" Shen Chong applauded and laughed, but he turned around and sat up straight, looking at it with interest.

Huo Xiaoshan watched coldly, but the group with few people was the Liaoning accent among the Northeast people, and the group with more people was the Hubei people who hated peanuts and rice.

Seeing that the Northeast people first knocked down a Hubei person with a bench, and another Northeast person put a bowl on the face of a Hubei person, blood splashed when he landed, which was very annoying.

Shen Chong was not afraid of big things when he saw the excitement, and said: "Okay! Good! We Northeast people are fierce! ”

Since he was with Huo Xiaoshan, he also classified himself into the circle of Northeast people, and even the accent he usually spoke had a taste of bud rice ballast, and he was naturally happy to see that Northeast people took advantage.

Fighting is like fighting, some people are numb when they see blood and dare not move, and some people let go and don't care about anything when they see blood.

Shen Chong didn't know that the people of Hubei were the most united, and seeing his old man injured, it inspired the same hatred in his bones, and instead of being afraid, he rushed forward.

Those Northeast soldiers looked like they could fight, and when they took advantage of it, they didn't frighten each other, and the other party was overwhelmed, and they turned around and ran away. (To be continued.) )