Chapter 49: Beast God Festival Night

  "Let's have a drink together." In Liu Yu's tent, everyone gathered around the fire pit, eating roasted snow beef and drinking with abandon. Liu Yu was originally unwilling to drink too much wine, but the behavior of Ge Li and several other old soldiers made him feel quite moved, his head hot with emotion, he picked up his cup and drank several large cups with them.

  But if you don't practice drinking regularly, you'll definitely be at a disadvantage in situations like this where you have to drink competitively. Liu Yu initially had ill intentions towards Tugela, Ivan, Fadi and those few guys, wanting to join forces with them to take down Ge Li. However, Ge Li, who had already drunk 7 or 8 cups, was still very sober. He pulled in a few other soldiers and the five of them started drinking competitively. In the end, Liu Yu, whose alcohol tolerance wasn't great, was the first to fall.

  It was just inside the tent, behind the fire pit was his own bed board. Liu Yu, who was already a bit unsteady on his feet, lay down on his bed board with Ivan's help.

  "Come on, come on, three more cups, Geli." Lying down well, Liu Yu heard Fadi and others' loud shouts. At this time, everyone was drinking a bit high, and what kind of title like "officer" was forgotten. Some were just desperately pouring for each other.

  He rubbed his aching head, which had been hurt by the poor quality of the wheat wine, and listened to the shouting of these guys who were drunk. "This is probably what it means to be bold and unrefined," Liu Yu thought to himself on the ground.

  However, at this time he did feel that this crudeness had its advantages. The distance between people was greatly shortened, and all the upper and lower relationships, etiquette and rituals were thrown to the back of their minds, giving people a sense of liberation from their worries.

  At this time, Liu Yu also understood the meaning of "a thousand cups are too few when meeting a bosom friend", no wonder Li Bai and those great poets liked to drink so much.

  As he thought about it, Liu Yu gradually felt sleepy, and his eyelids became heavier. He didn't know how long he had slept, but Liu Yu felt that someone was constantly patting him to wake him up.

  "Hmm, who is it?" Liu Yu, who had a headache and didn't sleep very soundly, opened his eyes drowsily. A middle-aged face with a golden complexion and a square jawline appeared before him, and although the face wore a gentle smile, as soon as Liu Yu saw clearly, half of his sleepiness instantly dissipated.

  He immediately got up from the ground, bowed to this Gijren Wulintai and said: "All, all, Commander, you, how did you come?" This Gijren Wulintai was none other than the cousin of Liu Yu, the commander of the fourth division, Gilen Wulintai.

  As for who Liu Yu felt most intimidated by after his rebirth, it was not that dignified King Kroe, nor was it Gaiya, who had a high reputation in the kingdom's military. It was this same-clan uncle, Gillen.

  Every time Liu Yu saw this uncle who had killed tens of thousands of people, he felt like a mouse seeing a cat. He seemed to be able to emit the "killing aura" often mentioned in martial arts novels, making people shiver with fear.

  Moreover, this brother is extremely strict in governing the army and always sets an example for himself. Liu Yu felt that he was just like those upright officials of ancient times, with a body full of integrity. Someone like Liu Yu, who was always calculating his own interests, really did not want to see him.

  "Haha, Alexander, what's wrong with you, are you drunk?" Gillen was not his usual cold self today, but had a smile on his face all the time.

  But the more he smiled, the more uneasy Liu Yu felt in his heart, as if he had returned to the feeling of being caught by the head teacher for skipping class when he was a child.

  "I didn't drink much, just a little, and I'm not drunk." Liu Yu hastily touched his cheek, the coolness of his hand dispelling some of the heat on his face.

  "Haha." Liu Yu's performance made Gilen laugh even more, but this time he didn't say anything and instead turned around to walk towards Geli by the fire pit.

  At this time, Liu Yu saw the situation inside the tent clearly. Gilen didn't bring any guards and came to their camp alone. Geli and others had already stopped drinking, several warriors stood in a row facing Gilen with caution. In the fourth division, no one was not afraid of Gilen, it was a mixture of respect and fear, the just and brave Gilen was worthy of everyone's respect.

  Fadi, Evan, Tugela and two other warriors were already drunk and fell asleep on the ground. Liu Yu estimated that the previous drinking competition was still won by Geli and his old wine ghosts, while Evan and his new hands were too tender. Looking at this situation, Liu Yu also estimated that he didn't sleep for too long.

  Jiren walked to the edge of the fire pit and casually roasted his hands, then tore off a small piece of snow beef from the fire pit and put it in his mouth.

  "Snow beef! Good stuff, that little rascal Tiren even gave me some snow beef today, said it was given to him by the warriors under his command. Now it seems like you little rascal Geli has gone to trade for wine with those wolf people again, otherwise they wouldn't have gone hunting on a snowy day like this."

  Girren seemed to be familiar with these small transactions between the armies of Bimon and Wolf Tribe, smiling at Glei with a face full of murderous aura that didn't look good when smiled.

  Tir is the second lieutenant of the werewolf battalion mixed with the fourth division, with 20,000 werewolf warriors under his command. Due to racial combat power, he is Gilen's deputy.

  "Wait, I..." Geli was about to say something, but Jiren stopped him.

  "It's the same with leading troops, Tiel's soldiers all know to send him some of the meat they exchanged for wine, but my soldiers have forgotten, I'm really not popular as a commander." Jiren sighed in frustration.

  As soon as he spoke, Geli was anxious, and Liu Yu knew that he was very respectful of Jiren, but the Mongols had no habit of giving gifts to their superiors.

  "Sir, I was momentarily carried away and forgot myself. I..." Before he could finish explaining, Gideon stopped him again.

  "Alright, today is Beast God Festival, I came to see how you're doing, now it seems like you're doing well, so I'm relieved." Gilen seemed not to mind that Guri didn't give him the snow beef, his face quickly returned to its usual gentle expression.

  "Alright, Alexander come with me, you all continue drinking. When I was a soldier, we would also exchange some wine from the Wolf tribe during the Beast God Festival and get drunk together. I didn't mean to blame you guys anyway." Jiren said as he glanced at Liu Yu, then turned around and walked towards the outside of the tent. Liu Yu quickly followed after him. Just as Jiren was about to walk out of the tent, he stretched out his hand backwards and threw out a bag of something.

  "It seems like you guys don't have enough wine, take it, I don't drink."

  After walking out of the tent for a long time, Jiren suddenly stopped and stared at the starry night sky in a daze. Liu Yu, who was standing behind him, was blown by the snow wind and shivered, his intoxication dissipating a bit more, but he also felt extremely cold, having forgotten to wear his thick hemp outer garment when he came out.

  "Go back to my tent and wait for me, I still need to inspect the other military tents." Gilen threw out a sentence and turned around to walk in another direction through the snow.

  Liu Yu was still very familiar with General Ji Lun's large account, and after joining the army, he had been there several times, although every time he went, he would be frightened. In the cold wind, Liu Yu ran quickly into Ji Lun's tent, and as soon as he entered the tent, Liu Yu found that they were all acquaintances.

  Duole and three other young men from different branches of the Weilin family were also in the tent. Normally, because they belonged to different troops, they rarely had the opportunity to meet each other, but they all knew of each other's existence. Now these four people were surrounding the brazier roasting fire, on which some meat was being roasted, and next to a wooden table with some black bread and wine, but none of them touched these food and wine.

  "What's going on? Why did General Du invite us here." Liu Yu felt a lot more at ease as soon as he saw Du Er, and also pulled over a chair to sit with them.

  "It's nothing, oh! I almost forgot you're a new recruit. Every year on the Beast God Festival, General Du will summon all the young masters from the powerful families in his army to gather in his tent." Duer said with a relaxed expression, after all, he and Jiren were of the same generation and didn't fear him as much as Liu Yu did.

  After a while, two figures walked into the tent, one in front of the other. The one in front was naturally Duwei Jilun, and the one behind him wore all black clothes with a red beard on his face. He looked at Jilun with a fearful gaze, which was exactly what Liu Yu hadn't seen for a long time - Feite. Looking at his red and puffy face, it's likely that he had also drunk a lot in his own tent.

  Gillon casually invited them to sit down and have some more food, and those who wanted to drink could continue drinking. However, in the face of Gillon's ferocity, Liu Yu, Feite, and three younger ones all chose not to drink. Only Duer had a little, and as for Gillon, he indeed did not drink as he said himself.

  Ji Lun was very humble on the surface, always smiling warmly at Liu Yu and his four younger companions. The five of them basically kept silent, except for Liu Yu occasionally interjecting a couple of sentences.

  After what felt like an eternity to Liu Yu, the simple family banquet finally came to a close and Gillen let them disperse. Like prisoners pardoned from death row, Liu Yu, Fei Te and the others hastily made their way out of the tent.

  Every moment he spent in front of Jiren, Liu Yu had an extremely oppressive feeling, and this uncle's usual ferocity really left him with a very bad impression.

  "Alexander, wait a minute before you go." A faint voice made Liu Yu's heart sink to the bottom of the valley.