Anti-Japanese War Korean Crazy

Master Dong said loudly: "Nancun's superior daughter is red, hero wine, dedicated to heroes!

Come on, folks, for our hero. "

The large bowls fired in the kiln were distributed to the soldiers by the villagers, and each bowl was filled with more than half of the bowl of wine.

If this is on weekdays, alcohol is a luxury for the defeated soldiers, and maybe more than 300 people can be beaten to death for a bowl of wine.

But at this moment, the wine was poured into the bowl, and the more than 200 living soldiers were holding the wine bowl. No one spoke first, and they all waited for the order from the figure in the front.

No one had poured wine for Han Feng yet, and no one else was qualified to do so. Mr. Dong poured the wine himself, opened a jar of the strongest and strongest wine, and shouted: "The head of the group is an outstanding person in the world, and he should be served with a big bowl. Bring the bowl. "

When the big bowl came, the soldiers just glanced at it and murmured in their hearts, this bowl is really big enough, it is more than ten times bigger than the bowl in their hands, it is not so much a wine bowl as a wine bowl A slightly smaller washbasin.

At this moment, the soldiers who were envious of them immediately became honest. Not to mention, even this bowl of water is definitely not something that ordinary people can drink, let alone a good wine with a high concentration!

Han Feng took the big bowl with both hands without changing his face, and watched with a smile on Master Dong's effort to pick up a medium-sized wine jar and fill it up for himself.

That's right, even if it's full, the bowls of other fighters are small, but only half of them are filled. My bowl is shockingly big, but it's full.

The Gudong soldiers all felt a little sympathetic to their regiment leader. They really don't know who can drink such a big bowl of wine.

Even the tiger-fighting hero Wu Song in Water Margin, I'm afraid it's enough!

Under everyone's attention, Han Feng laughed while holding a wine bowl like a small washbasin: "Thank you, folks, for your kindness.

It's just that I don't agree with drinking this first bowl of wine.

Who deserves to drink it?For the independence of the nation, the survival of the common people, those warriors who sacrificed their lives, bravely killed the enemy, and sacrificed on the battlefield!

This first drink, I respect them. "

As Han Feng said, he poured his drink on the 68 warriors who died in the ambush on Wuming Slope.

The wine was spilled all over the floor, and the dust was scattered everywhere. Han Feng said in a deep voice: "True warriors dare to face the bleak life and face the dripping blood. They are not mourners, nor are they fearless. They are just a group of people who fight for the destiny of the country , for the survival of the common people, but would rather sacrifice himself as a true iron-blooded soldier.

Generals die in a hundred battles, and strong men return in ten years.

Brothers, go all the way! "

One-third of a large bowl of wine was poured, and the sound of flowing wine reverberated in the suddenly quiet dojo. All the silent people showed emotion and sadness in their eyes. This wine, the head of the Han respectfully, It's a matter of course.

Han Feng continued: "As for the second drink, we should respect the people.

Why do I say this, because everyone knows that although the soldiers shed their blood on the battlefield in this war, the real sufferers will always be our poor people!

You are the cornerstone of the nation, the source of our strength and our solid backing. Without the people, it would be meaningless for us soldiers to risk our lives on the battlefield. Without the support of the people, we will not be able to win any battles. .

For this wine, I invite the folks to replace the people of the whole of China. I must respect it. "

Master Dong smiled and said: "Okay, it seems that Captain Han is also a man of temperament, come here, and pour wine for the villagers."

The jars of wine were quickly divided up. All the villagers, no matter what kinds of bowls they took, were filled with some wine, and even the children joined in the fun.

Han Feng raised his bowl and said loudly: "Folks, I am a soldier for all of you, thank you!

This war has made you suffer! "

As Han Feng spoke vigorously, his eye sockets were infected by this inexplicable emotion and turned red. Many villagers were already in tears, as if recalling the painful memories of the past, they couldn't help crying anymore.

Han Feng shouted: "Do it!"

One person faced nearly a thousand people alone, and both of them drank the wine from the bowl at the same time. The scalding wine slid along the birth, and the heat caused by it made the whole body stretch out, and every pore seemed to be released to its heart's content.

Han Feng said in a deep voice, "Strengthen our great mountains and rivers, strengthen our Chinese people, our soldiers will continue for a day, and all invaders will perish!

kill"

"kill!"

Although the arm holding the bowl was a little numb, more than 200 soldiers behind Han Feng roared in unison.

The sound vibrates the world, echoes in the mountains and forests, and lasts for a long time

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The first toast was given to the dead martyrs, and one-third of it was spilled on the ground. Naturally, it didn't matter. The second toast was to the people. The head of the group, Han Feng, actually drank the wine in the bowl. One-half.

Full of respect was in the wine, the people naturally applauded loudly, and some of them were so excited that they even dropped the bowls in their hands. If it weren't for the shortage of supplies during the Anti-Japanese War, I am afraid that all the people would not be able to bear it. All the bowls were dropped.

The soldiers of the Houyong Regiment stood behind Han Feng, looking at their regiment leader with the same admiration. It doesn't matter if they fought well, but they didn't expect to drink so much.

Jiang Long, who was closer, was a little worried. He had the best drinker among the crowd. After all, the old men in the Northeast usually don't drink too badly.

But he thought to himself, if he drank it according to this big bowl, pouring one-third of it into his stomach, he might fall headlong to the ground if he couldn't walk three or two steps.

Jiang Long looked up at the monk, he knew that the monk was the closest to the leader, but from the monk's face, he didn't see any worry.

Could it be that the leader's alcohol capacity is surprisingly good, and he can continue to drink the remaining third of the drink?

Jiang Long didn't believe it.

But whether he believed it or not, Han Feng suddenly turned his head while holding the last drink in the bowl, and said to the soldiers of the brave group behind him:

"For the third drink, I don't respect the sky or the ground, I only respect my brothers in Paoze, my brothers in the Houyong regiment.

Know the shame and then be brave, can win every battle, today is only the first victory of our regiment, and there will be more victories in the future, countless victories, until all the devils are driven out of China.

I respect this wine to everyone, to everyone who believes in me and is willing to entrust their lives to me.

I did it. "

As Han Feng said, he raised his head, raised his bowl, and poured down the wine. Because he drank too fast, a lot of wine trickled down from his mouth.

His throat was floating up and down. Han Feng drank so much that all the soldiers saw it. The head of the regiment even bulged at a speed visible to the naked eye.

What else is there to say?In this situation, everything is in the wine, if you don't drink the wine in the bowl, you can't be considered a brother, you can't be considered a man.

"drink!"

Jiang Long roared.

"drink"

The fighters responded.

"Respect, Commander!"

More than 200 soldiers raised their wine bowls at the same time, bowed in Han Feng's direction, then raised their heads and drank the wine in the bowls in one gulp.