chapter 15 I beat you because you are cheap

There were also the King family.
The breeze blew across his face, bringing with it a hint of coolness and laziness, making Gilbert feel a little tired after a busy day.
He took out two large bottles of home-brewed wine from his suitcase, intending to relieve his fatigue.
The cork of the bottle was opened, and a strong aroma of wine quickly filled the entire room, making Pete sniff his nose vigorously, watching with intoxication and envy on his face.
"Let's have a drink together?" Gilbert said with a smile. It seemed that Pete was also toper.
"Haha, Lord, thank you."
Pete smiled cheekily, rubbed his hands, and immediately found a big cup. He poured it full. The mellow aroma of the wine almost brought out his greed.
Gilbert kindly advised, "This wine is strong, don't drink it too quick."
"Uh-huh."
Pete responded on the surface, but he was a little disapproving in his heart. He was also a person with a bold personality, good martial arts, and a better drinking capacity.
Whiskey, he could drink half a pound of it in one sip without changing his face. He didn't take the wine seriously.
He took a big sip, but the next second, his old face turned red, he coughed violently, and tears almost came out.
Gilbert laughed loudly from the side.
"Lord, what kind of wine is this? It's too strong." Pete looked depressed and surprised. He had tasted countless wines, but he had never drunk such a strong wine.
Gilbert drank a glass of wine and looked out the window at the vast night, "This is my expedition wine from the West Wilderness."
Pete was in awe and said in surprise, "This, is this the rumored Brandy?"
Brandy was said to have been created by the Dragon Soul Army God himself. This wine had a domineering temperament, great joy, and great passion!
The thousands of frontier soldiers in West must drink this wine every time they went on an expedition to show their ambitions and win every battle!
Therefore, this wine was also called the military god wine in the military.
It had been famous for a long time, but only a few people could drink it, except for the soldiers of the West Wilderness Frontier Army!
How could Pete not be excited!
"It's Brandy, but we are more accustomed to calling it by another name." Gilbert stood up, with a pair of tiger eyes that seemed to be filled with great pride,
"Man's blood."
"The west wind is strong, the frost is in the morning and the moon is shining, the hero's road is long, covered with the blood of men."
In Pete's fiery eyes, Gilbert spoke out, "The first time this wine enters the throat, it is the bitterness that penetrates the heart and lungs, and the fierceness that tears the throat, just like being in the Western Wilderness, where the yellow sand is sweeping, and the Gobi Desert is a hundred thousand miles away. It's endless, but its hard to move forward."
"When it enters the throat for the second time, the bitterness fades away. It is the sweetness that passes through the depth of the bone marrow. It is refreshing! It seems that I am thinking of my virtuous wife at home and ten miles of peach blossoms in my hometown."
"Three times into the throat, the bitterness and sweetness fade away, leaving only a strong alcoholic taste stirring in the chest! From then on, with great ambition and great pride, the West Wilderness has a hundred thousand deserts, and the great rivers and mountains are at your disposal. All at your feet!"
Gilbert raised his glass to the moon, shouted to the wine, and his burly body, like a peerless sharp sword, shot straight into the sky.
So heroic, yet so tragic!
"Loyal bones are buried everywhere in the mountains, why return them wrapped in horse leather!"
This was the courage of the Dragon Soul Army God, and this was the arrogance of West Wilderness man!
Pete drank strong alcohol into his throat. At this moment, his eyes turned red. Through Gilbert's straight figure like a javelin, he seemed to see the heroic warriors standing tall on the desert Gobi.
That brave man who drank cups of wine stood on horseback and carried a sword, and defeated Waterloo!
The west wind was strong, the majestic passed and the long road were as real as iron
When the wine was in full swing, Gilbert sang loudly, and the familiar classic singing voice filled the room,
"Maybe I say goodbye and will never come back. Do you understand? Do you understand?"
"Maybe I will fall down and never get up again. Do you still have to look forward to it forever?"
Pete's voice was choked and he couldn't help singing along,
"Maybe I can never open my eyes again. Do you understand my silent feelings?"
"Maybe I will never wake up from my long sleep. Do you believe that I turned into a mountain..."
By the end, the eyes turned red and they turned into a chorus of shouts,
"If this is the case, don't be sad. The love we have given is in the soil of the motherland."
"If this is the case, don't be sad. Our blood-stained style is on the flag of the motherland!"
"Blood-stained style!!"