Daqin: Inheriting the Sword Saint and being read by Zulong

Chapter 202 Disrespecting Heroic Spirits?Punish yourself
Han Baichuan, who was already used to it, was about to put the weight in his hands on the woolen mat, and when he opened his eyes, he was suddenly stunned.

Then he raised his head in disbelief, looked at Ying Zige who was still standing, and then looked at the thing in his palm.

A wine jar?
The Thirteenth Young Master finished a jar of wine without lying down?
In an instant, Han Baichuan's eyes widened, and he was still on the spot, unable to recover for a long time.

The scene in front of them had already left everyone present stunned and looked at each other again.

"Just finished drinking?"

"This drinking capacity...is simply unbelievable. How can a young man who looks very frail have such a good drinking capacity?"

"Who can tell me what the hell is going on?"

"Could it be that he is deliberately holding on and will soon fall?"

"Yes, I don't think he can last long at all."

Those military generals frowned one after another. Although they said this in their mouths, the surprise in people's hearts was getting deeper and deeper.

Don't you mean to fall down yet?
Here, Zhao Gao was also stunned.

Kid, when did you drink so well?
After drinking so much wine, you still don't change your face?
He looked at the wine jar in his hand and frowned slightly.

It is clear that ten cups are agreed, but the wine jar can hold far more than ten cups.

The other party drank the wine directly. If he didn't do it, wouldn't he be making a fool of himself?
"Master Zhao, why don't you drink?" Ying Zige urged with a slight smile.

"I drink!"

Zhao Gao gritted his teeth, and when he raised his neck, there was a sound of gurgling, and the wine rushed into his throat crazily like cold water.

You absolutely can't lose to Ying Zige, otherwise, how can you get along in front of these people in the future?
Gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh.

Gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh.

As the voice kept ringing, everyone's eyes fell on Zhao Gao's face, and admiration spontaneously arose in their hearts.

next second.

With a bang, the wine jar was directly smashed by Zhao Gao, and then he laughed: "Isn't it just a little wine, today I... um?

Who knew he hadn't finished speaking yet, suddenly a little panic appeared.

The terrified eyes fell directly on Ying Zige's hands.

"Master Zhao, you are a hero today. I respect you for saving the frontier city from danger with this altar of wine. If you don't drink it, you will lose face."

"I drink first as a respect, you can do whatever you want."

Ying Zige smiled slightly, and there was another burst of gurgling.

Again?

This kid's alcohol capacity is not just a jar of wine?
It turned out that he had been hiding the hotel!

Or is the information collected by the trappers wrong?
Zhao Gao was dumbfounded on the spot, no matter what, he couldn't believe that he would see this scene in front of him.

Meng Tian and those generals were also dumbfounded.

One pot is not enough?

Come to another altar?
Even if a cow drinks water, it would not dare to drink like this.

How strong is this alcohol?
bang.

After drinking, Ying Zige threw down the wine jar, wiped his mouth, and didn't even change his face.

"Oh? Mr. Zhao, it seems that you haven't drunk yet?"

Ying Zige frowned slightly, looking unhappy.

"I...I drink..."

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Zhao Gao couldn't help but his scalp went numb for a while, staring at the wine jar in his hand, his legs almost went limp.

Drinking two jars of wine will kill people.

but!

Ying Zige, who is called trash, dared to drink so much wine directly, if he didn't drink it himself, wouldn't he be worse than trash?
There is no escape from this wine no matter what.

He gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, and immediately went all out.

Gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh.

After finally finishing the jar of wine, Zhao Gao couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

But the next second...

Puff.

The last sip of wine was directly sprayed out by him, and with his eyes widening in horror, he felt dizzy all over.

I am Nima!
That kid Ying Zige took out another jar while he was drinking?
And with a smile on his face, he didn't seem to be affected by the spirit at all.

As for myself, now my legs are weak, dizzy, and now I can't bear it anymore.

Boom!
Everyone in the hall stared wide-eyed, and even suspected that they were drunk at this moment.

"One more altar? If you drink this altar again, there will be three altars."

"Three altars of wine are enough to kill five people, yet the thirteenth son wants to drink it again?"

"What's even more frightening is that he looks as if nothing had happened, and there is not even a trace of alcohol on his face. A proper Dionysus!"

"It turns out that the thirteenth son can drink so well?"

In an instant, those endless admiration and ridicule on his face have long since disappeared, and all that remains at this moment is deep respect.

In their minds, people who drink a lot must be more courageous than ordinary people.

The thirteenth son can drink so much wine, not to mention surpassing ordinary people, he can be called the God of Dionysus.

"This altar of wine is a respect to those fallen heroic spirits."

Speaking of this, Ying Zige frowned slightly, and let out a sigh in his mouth, even the voice was full of sentimentality, "I am a great Qin cavalry, guarding this barren land, weathering the wind and the sun, what is the plan? Isn't it In order to protect the tranquility of the big money territory."

"But now, the Xiongnu are rampant, but they have to shed their blood. One word, tragic!"

"Master Zhao, should we respect them?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the generals immediately burst into tears, and they were directly driven into the rhythm, turning their heads to look at Zhao Gao.

Zhao Gao's legs went limp and he almost fell down on the spot.

Suddenly, ten thousand alpacas galloped past.

If you don't drink this jar of wine, it will cause public anger...

But if he drank it down, would his own life still be lost?
The question is, if these great Qin cavalry are underestimated, how will my plan proceed?
"Yes! Respect those infant spirits who fell on the battlefield!"

Gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh.

Zhao Gao raised his head and poured violently into the wine jar again.

The spirits flowed down his throat, as if a dagger was cutting his throat crazily.

It was more like a mass of fire entering his stomach, and the scorching burning feeling made him almost die on the spot.

"The wine is here today, I see...huh?"

Zhao Gao heaved a sigh of relief, then gave a silly smile, and suddenly the smile froze.

Only then did I realize that Yingzi singer was holding the empty wine jar and was looking at him strangely.

The open space in front of him was already wet.

Meng Tian and the others had already stood up and poured the wine in the bowl on the ground in front of them.

At this moment, everyone was looking at Zhao Gao with surprised eyes.

"Master Zhao is really a good drinker, even drinking the wine of Jingyingling? I'm afraid this is not very good?"

Ying Zige sighed, and cast a silly look in his direction.

There was a burst of joy in my heart.

Then he said lightly: "Master Zhao, if you are so disrespectful to the heroic spirit, then punish yourself."

(End of this chapter)