After drinking too much wine, Yang Mingzhi felt dizzy. Looking at the group of idiots at the same table, both men and women were drunk.
This Salinchkin, although this guy has been emphasizing discipline and emphasizing that the 284th Division must be directly controlled by the Soviet Communist Party. From the current point of view, this person is not that particular about discipline. He has fallen down on the desk and snored loudly.
!
"Obviously, he is a real idiot and has no ability to resist the temptation of alcohol!" Yang Mingzhi looked around at the others and saw that the situation was not that good for Salinchkin.
All the vodka on the table has been finished. That’s ten bottles! A full fifteen kilograms of spirits!
Yang Mingzhi looked at the two empty glass bottles in front of him again, and drank two of them himself.
Alas, I didn't want to show off. If I didn't drink in such an environment, I would be despised by these idiots. In a blur, Yang Mingzhi shook his head. When he was about to stand up, he felt that his legs were soft and he had to sit down.
"Guard... Guard... help me... help me up!" In desperation, these words were actually spoken in Chinese. Who can understand this?!
After a pause, he realized that he had said the wrong thing. Then he changed his tone and muttered with all his strength: "Ah... Abram, bring me in!"
Even though Yang Mingzhi was very confused now, when the guards and soldiers entered the room, their eyes were actually looking at the wine bottles, their eyes flickering. It was easy to see what they were thinking.
"What? Abram?"
The man started to hesitate, and Yang Mingzhi rolled his eyes at him: "What, you want to drink?!"
"Yes...no! No!"
"Is that so?!" Yang Mingzhi increased his voice in confusion. Now look at the wine table, there are only two bottles of wine left unopened. It doesn't matter, this wine is meant for drinking, and they smell the alcohol.
The smell is as exciting as seeing a woman with a bare butt.
Yang Mingzhi waved his hand: "Abram, you and your brothers can take these two bottles on the table and drink them. I allow you to do this. Now, help me take them home."
"What about these officers? They shouldn't just lie down and rest like this." Abram asked with concern.
Salinchkin was snoring, and so were the others. The current result was completely different from what the commissioner was yelling about. It was he who drank first and fell down.
"Just... let's do it like this. You lead the brothers and send them all to the hospital. Order... the doctor to observe carefully."
After that, Yang Mingzhi consciously arranged the task, then leaned back on the chair and raised his head, as if he didn't care about the flood.
So, just taking him home is enough? In line with the principle of seriousness and responsibility, Abram knew that if something happened to him, he would not be able to bear the responsibility even if he was killed.
"What should we do? Captain, let's carry the deputy division commander back to his home right now?!" A guard glanced at Yang Mingzhi who was "unconscious" and asked Abram again.
"No!" Abram raised his right hand, "These are our officers, and the bald guy, he is the commissioner. If we neglect these people, our brains will not be enough to destroy them!"
"What should I do?!"
"What else can I do? Semyon, are you an idiot? Let me carry everyone to the hospital! They are all drunk, and now they must be under the supervision of doctors to let them rest well!"
The strength of the strong guards is not limited. These "personal guards" selected by Yang Mingzhi can run along carrying 80 mm mortars, so they can easily carry people on their backs.
In a daze, Yang Mingzhi felt that he was being carried on his back, thinking that he would be able to lie on his bed in a while. My wife is still on vacation, she will take care of me! It would be best for Natasha to come over again, and you two can take care of me together. Yes
It's good to have you by my side...
As I thought about it, I fell asleep.
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"No matter what, you are still ordinary people after all. I really don't know why, even though we have suffered such a big loss, you are obviously celebrating something today. Could it be that there is really a big event today?!" Looking at the backs of the officers as they were carried away
, Abram couldn't help but wonder. Maybe, there really is particularly important good news!
The commander had already left, leaving behind a table of wine bottles.
Abram returned to the private room in the cafeteria again, and he never expected that his remaining five soldiers would actually pick up the empty transparent wine bottles one by one, hold them in the air and open their mouths, with the last of them.
Order the wine from the bottom of the bottle and drop it into their eager mouths.
"Poor boys! Are you crazy about drinking? Stop it!" Abram slammed the table, and the five soldiers immediately put down their bottles and stood up straight.
"Very good, you responded very quickly. I have to praise you now. There are at least two bottles of wine that you haven't opened. Of course..." With that said, Abram sat down and played with it like a wine connoisseur.
A bottle of red wine. Looking at the deep ruby red liquid inside through the transparent glass bottle, Abram couldn't help but sigh: "Speaking of which, being an officer is good, and officers often enjoy the opportunity to drink. I really
I hope I can get as drunk as our commander if I have the chance!"
When the five soldiers heard this, they couldn't help laughing.
One person even said: "Sir, you are really kind to us. There are at least two bottles left! At least the alcohol content is not high. Compared with drinking water, there is no comfort in wine!"
When Abram heard this, what he said was really low-level. He raised his head and pointed at the soldier: "You, Andreevich, you are worthy of being a farmer's child. This is wine! You
Do you know how much this bottle costs in peacetime? You are lucky now, and I am lucky! This wine belongs to all of us. The brothers who are leaving have made arrangements for the officers, so we can quickly divide these two bottles!"
Even though he said this, some people still questioned the wine, and some even couldn't help but think about it: "There is a lot of wine in the supplies airdropped by superiors this time, and that's it! As Red Army soldiers, we already have vodka or other supplies in our logistics supplies.
Rum, now we are in a very delicate situation, there is nothing we can do if we can’t drink wine. Maybe now we can drink wine again.”
The person who said this was a veteran who had been evacuated from Ukraine. Compared with the refugee civilians who were absorbed into the team, this person had a much deeper understanding of the army.
In the Soviet army's standard logistics supply list, each soldier should receive one hundred milliliters of vodka a day. In most cases, the Soviet army prohibited soldiers from drinking alcohol (there was basically no possibility of alcoholism), but they did not completely prohibit soldiers from drinking.
Alcohol is a good thing. It can make soldiers more excited, especially if they take a sip of wine before attacking. Even the bravest people know that alcohol is a coward.
On the other hand, in the cold winter that is common in the Soviet Union, the only thing that can quickly raise the body temperature of soldiers is one hundred milliliters of spirits and one hundred grams of fat. Under ideal conditions, this is what Soviet soldiers must use every day in winter. Current conditions
It's not possible at all. The soldiers had to thank Lenin for eating potatoes and bread!
Abram and his men knew clearly that the amount of liquor dropped by air this time was quite large. Today, the officers were able to drink as much as they wanted, which confirmed that this was true.
Abram shrugged: "There will be vodka, Andreevich. As long as there is one airdrop, there will be another, and you will drink often in the future. Today, we brothers are lucky, and we can have a drink today..."