My cousin has no place to use his strength, and he is very frustrated.

"Don't worry, what are your expressions?" Pusen looked mysterious, "You know, people should be reasonable, especially you... we nobles, that's even more."

My eldest cousin asked: "How can you reason?"

He seriously suspected that Pusson was cowardly and that if he suffered such humiliation, he would have to find the situation back.

But that expression didn't look like it, and he smiled and had a little bit of viciousness.

Pusen stuck out half of his body and pressed on the table. His superimposed expression faced his cousin and let out a sip of smoke on his cousin's face: "To reason means that someone messing with us is blind for the first time, so you can tolerate it. But if there is a second time, it is intentional. If you don't beat them to death, it is that we are unreasonable."

My eldest cousin shivered all over and was spit out of cigarette but didn't care about being embarrassed or not, then nodded.

Pusen, who was well-educated, was satisfied and returned to his seat and asked everyone to continue drinking.

Late at night, many soldiers and officers chose this tavern.

People of different colors sat in different positions, with infantry on one side and cavalry on the other side, and artillery squeezed on several tables in the middle.

The atmosphere on the scene was very harmonious. With the exception of his eldest cousin, he was like Bai Zi surrounded by black pieces in Go, and seemed to be about to be picked up.

The tavern owner was full of enthusiasm and ran back and forth between the various tables.

When the wine reaches a certain level, someone stands up and starts singing. When the drink is too big, he simply hugs the people around him and sleeps in a daze.

The cavalry officer who had spoken before stood up again. He came to Pusen's table with a glass of wine, and smiled and said to his eldest cousin first: "Brother, is this being invaded?"

My eldest cousin thought it was here to apologize, so he raised a cup to touch the other person, and said as he touched, "We all know this table, we are all friends."

"Yes, yes, friends, everyone is friends."

The cavalry friend's face was red and excitedly was about to sprinkle wine. He turned to Pusen, as if he had just recognized it, and hurried over to toast: "Pson! A great celebrity! You said why I didn't recognize it just now? It's so rude. Come on, I'll toast you."

As he spoke, the wine glass had already come up.

Pusen didn't get up, and raised his cup to touch it coldly.

The two wine glasses clinked together, and the cavalry friend seemed to have used a little more force, and the wine in the cup poured out and sprinkled on Pusson.

The cavalry friend exclaimed and hurried over to wipe his clothes. While wiping, he couldn't help but apologize: "Sorry, sorry, you're blaming you for what you did. You're wearing like a stinky man."

A cold light shot out from Pusen's eyes, and he rushed directly to his cavalry friend, using his strength very much. The person who was kicked soared, knocked over the table and rolled on the ground for a few more times before he could barely stop.

The man was pretty good, lying on the ground, hugging his body and moaning.

The dozen or so cavalrymen stood up at the same time, picked up their stools and came here.

Pusen was not vague, and he picked up two stools from left to right, and he was not at all inferior to those dozens of matches.

The place where they fought was at the center. From a distance, a person swept left and right with two stools, with impenetrable defenses and the enemy could not take a step closer.

Pusen found the right opportunity, and after dodging, he smashed a weapon on a man's head, then took advantage of the situation and pushed the stool leg hard on the man's chest.

This time it was very powerful, and Pusson could hear the man's ribs ringing.

Several people who were drinking at the same table joined in and fought.

"Dead Cavalry! Bullying the few with more!"

The battle became a fight, and a few people went up and started to work.

The battlefield affected several other tables. The tables were poured and the wine was spread. Stools were everywhere, and they were in a mess.

The artillery soldiers who were drinking in the middle each came back with their glasses and gave the start to the fighters.

The eldest cousin also fought with him. He inserted it into his former comrades and put it into force. Several times, he had just entered and squeezed out the wine glass before he could even use his time, which made him very embarrassed.

My eldest cousin couldn't squeeze in, so he threw the wine glasses on the table as weapons, and threw them out accurately, and the wine glasses broke above the cavalry's heads.

The artillery soldiers watching the fun threw praise.

Of course, when people make mistakes, a shell went off and flew straight to another table of cavalry.

The group of people were drinking wine deaf ears and immediately attacked, and stood up and shouted, "Damn two legs! Fuck them!"

This man is well-known among the cavalry. Seeing that he stood up, one of the cavalry present was counted as one, and all of them stood up.

"I'm going, what do you mean? What's the matter with you when they fight? Brothers, do it!"

The infantry also got up, and the fight turned into a , which was a bit like a furious fight.

The weapons on the battlefield have become varied, from the initial bench to the later wine cups, and now even the barrels are used.

The stronger person directly raised the table, regardless of the enemy and friend, and smashed the crowds of people everywhere.

The cavalry and infantry fought in groups, and they beat them up when they saw different colors. The scene was very lively.

A cavalry saw his big cousin who was throwing, pointed at it and muttered loudly: "That traitor is there! Beat him!"

It can be seen that this person is extremely excited.

The infantryman, who was not very clear about the situation, grabbed his cousin and punched him in the face.

"I almost missed you!"

My eldest cousin was beaten up next to him, screaming in pain.

Tables, chairs, benches and benches were flying all over the sky. The wine barrels were smashed here and the wine glasses flew over there. There was no way to see the appearance of the tavern.

The artillery soldiers were squeezed into a corner, and they were trembling at the battlefield in front of them, thinking about how to get out.

The tavern owner hid behind the artillery, patted his thigh and cried: "Mr. Stop hitting! Oh my tavern!"

Pusen hugged a person's neck, pressed him down and smashed his fists on the top of his head, waiting for the person to be stunned before letting go. He turned around and kicked him out. The person who was kicked flew and rolled away, knocking away a group of people before stopping on the wall.

The person who was knocked away woke up halfway, thinking that this person was extraordinary. The few of them looked at each other and Pusen, and the two waves were tense.

Except for the calmness here, the surroundings were in chaos. Suddenly, a few people rushed out from behind Pusen and hit the front. After a closer look, they realized that they were a few people who were fighting together.

Pusen sneered and turned around, stuffed a cigarette into his mouth, walked leisurely towards the door, and pulled it out as soon as he saw someone drinking with him.

There was still a fight in the tavern, and Pusson and his group had left. Everyone was more or less injured, and their eldest cousin was even more bruised and swollen.

Although he was bruised and swollen, he was not at all interested, and he was happily telling the war just now.

"Did you see that? When I hit that person, I don't know what it was like. Just us, Pusen, we are fighting against those dozen people, brother, I'll go up with a stool."

He was overjoyed, and Pusen felt funny, raised his eyelids and asked, "Have you done it too?"

"That's sure!" The eldest cousin patted his chest, "I threw the wine glass and smashed it several times, and his head was bleeding. Brothers, where are we going next?"

Those people were tired and sleepy, and just wanted to go home to sleep.

Pusen didn't care, so he patted his cousin's shoulder and said, "Let's go to your house next, do you have any wine?"

"Yes, I'll call a carriage."

"What's the name of a carriage? I'll go there after walking around."
Chapter completed!