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Chapter 251 Not drinking anymore? No problem, let's talk about weapons.
During the meal, Zhao Gang introduced the delicious food on the table to them.
After being force-fed yesterday, the Bahrainers really couldn't taste the food.
This time, a plate of fried peanuts received unanimous praise from them.
As for serious matters?
What important business is it?
At the dinner table, the most important thing is to drink well!
After all, what alcohol content can rice wine possibly have?
It's just that it'll fall over with a gust of wind.
After the meal, two more figures lay sprawled on the table.
We didn't talk about anything serious.
Lin Mo and Zhao Gang were also quite drunk, as the mixture of baijiu, rice wine, and cooking wine was really too much for them to handle.
Long Zhan helped the swaying Lin Mo to his feet.
Zhao Gang lay slumped over the table, grinning foolishly at the unconscious Balin, his words mumbled incoherently.
"Brother...we'll continue tomorrow..."
Done! Another day wasted!
Once again, everything was pitch black. I closed my eyes and opened them again; it was already the morning of the third day.
Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the tent, stinging Balin Copperhammer's head and causing throbbing pain.
He struggled to sit up, shaking his head, which had been hungover for three days straight.
He vaguely remembered a sentence: This rice wine is just sweet water, it doesn't have much alcohol.
How did I lie down?
"Water...water..."
His throat was parched.
The tent flap was lifted, and Thorin Steelbeard walked in, carrying a water bottle.
"You're awake? Here." Thorin's voice was weak and feeble.
Balin took the bowl of water and gulped it down in one go. The icy liquid slid down his throat, and he felt like he was alive again.
He looked at Thorin and spoke with lingering fear:
"Thorin, I swear, I will never drink with the Great Xia people again. They are like devils."
"Who says otherwise?" Thorin plopped down on the ground, irritably scratching his gray beard.
"I feel like half of my soul has been sucked away by that stuff called 'baijiu'."
"That rice wine from yesterday, which was supposed to be sweet water, turned out to be more potent than the women in my family!"
The two dwarfs exchanged a glance, both seeing deep lingering fear in each other's eyes.
The dwarves are known for their love of alcohol and their enormous capacity for it; they have never been afraid of anyone at the drinking tables of Terra.
But upon arriving here, their proud racial talents were completely crushed by the power of the Great Xia's liquor and "drinking culture."
"No!" Balin slapped his thigh suddenly, then winced in pain from the shock.
"We're here to deliver goods! In exchange, we'll get equipment to go back and fight the demons!"
"It's been three days, and we haven't even uttered a single word about anything serious!"
"By the way, while you've been here, have you studied their weapons?"
Upon hearing this, Thorin's distress deepened.
He lowered his voice: "I've tried."
"I want to find a chance to see the structure of those behemoths, but those Great Xia soldiers value their weapons more than their own lives!"
He gestured to indicate the name.
"I just went closer to take a look, and their eyes immediately came over to me, staring at me so intently that it gave me the creeps."
"They even told me something like, 'Weapons and equipment must never be separated from personnel, otherwise the consequences will be severe.'"
"So, how do you plan to study this?"
Thorin sighed.
"In the past few days, I watched them demonstrate how to disassemble firearms, and I secretly learned a few tricks. I guess I've gained something from it."
"But those tanks and armored vehicles never even had a chance to be dismantled!"
His tone was full of a master forger's longing and helplessness towards the unknown and powerful machinery.
Bahrain listened in silence.
Just then, a cheerful voice rang out from outside the tent.
"Commander Balin, Elder Thorin, are you awake yet?"
It's Lin Mo!
The two dwarves froze, like cats whose tails had been stepped on, instantly going on high alert.
Lin Mo lifted the curtain and walked in, looking refreshed, as if yesterday's drunkenness had no effect on him at all.
After all, the Great Xia Dynasty had remedies and medicines for relieving hangovers.
"Hey, you two look great!" Lin Mo greeted them with a smile.
"To our shame, we hit it off with you all at first sight, and before we knew it, we'd had too much to drink."
"I just woke up, and my stomach is growling. Judging from your expressions, you're probably about the same."
Bahrain nodded subconsciously.
"What are we talking about? Let's go eat together!" Lin Mo said, pulling the dwarf away.
Come again?
Bahrain and Sorin turned green with rage.
Now, when they hear the word "eat," it's like hearing a battle horn, and their stomachs start churning.
"No, no, no!" Balin shook his head vigorously, using his hand to pry Lin Mo's hand off his wrist.
"Mr. Lin Mo, thank you for your kindness, but we really cannot drink any more!"
Thorin waved his hands repeatedly:
"Yes, yes, let's... let's get down to business first!"
"Let's get down to business, but we need to eat first," Lin Mo said sincerely.
"Don't worry, I absolutely won't pressure you to drink today!"
"Anyone can drink it if they want, it's entirely voluntary! I guarantee it!"
He patted his chest and made a solemn vow.
Seeing Lin Mo's seemingly genuine expression, Balin and Sorin remained skeptical.
Ultimately, their rumbling stomachs and the delicious food of Daxia helped them overcome their fear of alcohol.
At the dinner table, it was still Lin Mo, Zhao Gang, and Long Zhan.
There was a light porridge and some side dishes on the table, and as expected, there was no wine.
Bahrain and Sorin breathed a huge sigh of relief, feeling like they had come back to life.
After a few bowls of hot porridge, Bahrain felt that the construction crew in his mind had finally finished their shift.
He put down his bowl, looked at Lin Mo solemnly, and spoke earnestly:
"Lord Lin Mo, Brother Zhao, General Long. Thank you for your hospitality these past few days."
"However, our people are still fighting a bloody battle against the demons in the cave, and we must bring these weapons back as soon as possible."
"Of course, this is the important matter." Lin Mo nodded, then changed the subject, a perfectly timed look of confusion on his face.
"But, Commander-in-Chief of Bahrain, how do you plan to bring this equipment back? And how do you intend to use it?"
Bahrain was taken aback:
"Naturally, we'll transport it using spatial rings. Once it reaches the battlefield, we'll open fire!"
"Fire? Shoot?" Lin Mo's voice suddenly rose.
He looked as if he had heard something unbelievable, his face clearly showing a "Are you kidding me?" expression.
Zhao Gang also stopped eating at the right time, his brows furrowing slightly.
Long Zhan also looked over.
The dwarves were somewhat bewildered by this display of force.
"Is...it wrong?" Thorin asked uncertainly.
During this time, he had witnessed how the Great Xia people fought; they simply bombarded the enemy and that was it.
"Of course that's wrong!" Lin Mo slammed his hand on the table, his voice heavy with sorrow.
"Elder Thorin! I thought you were knowledgeable!"
"You're oversimplifying war!"
He stood up and paced back and forth in the tent, like a teacher who was deeply concerned about his students.
"I ask you, do your soldiers even know how to aim accurately from a straight line?"
"Do you know what crossfire is, or how to aim at a unit several kilometers away?"
"Do you understand how to coordinate shells of different calibers to achieve saturation attacks and precise kills?"
"How do I repair broken equipment? What if the tracks break?"
How to quickly resolve a jammed gun barrel?
"Can you understand the maintenance manuals for various weapons?"
"Every issue I raise concerns the lives and combat effectiveness of soldiers on the battlefield; it is of paramount importance!"