Qi Bi He Li obviously didn't believe that Li Muyun could drink so much wine. He had been observing the new Xiaoyao Duke of the Tang Dynasty and found that he did not drink much. It was obvious that the wine in the grassland was strong enough that he couldn't stand it.

But just when he wanted to say something, Qi Zituo, who was behind him, gently pulled him and signaled him to look at the feet of the dandy foursomes, Su Lie and others.

When the Qihe force looked in that direction with conditioned reflex, his face changed instantly.

I saw that the dandy foursome and Su Lie had already been filled with one wine jar after another, but their people were not really drunk, but their faces were slightly red. This situation only shows that these people are very good at drinking, and the spirits on the grassland seem to have no effect on them.

While hesitating, Li Muyun spoke: "Qibi Khan, it's better to do this in my opinion. Let's change the way, starting with a soldier, how about each bowl multiplying by two?"

"What does multiply by two mean? Can you explain it?" Qi Bi Heli frowned slightly and asked in confusion.

Li Muyun replied with a smile: "It's the first bowl of wine, one person; the second bowl of wine, two people, the third bowl of wine, four people, and so on!"

One, two, four, eight, sixteen, thirty-two, sixty-four, one hundred and twenty-eight..., Qibian Heli calculated roughly, but when he reached the eighth bowl, he could no longer count.

But judging from the figures calculated above, it seems that according to Li Muyun's method, it is probably enough to borrow 500 soldiers this time. After all, there are only more than one hundred people after eight bowls, and even if eight bowls are coming, it will be more than two hundred.

After such a plan, Qi Bi Heli glanced at the old men from several tribes around him, and saw that the few people were also nodding to him. So he slapped the table and made a decision that he would regret for his life: "Okay, since that's the case, let's follow the method of the prince!"

Su Lie suppressed his actions of laughing out loud and pinched his thighs under the table. Although his math was not very good, he was at least much stronger than Qi Biheli. In his heart, he had already calculated the twelfth bowl of wine.

As long as Li Muyun can drink twelve bowls, he can borrow two thousand soldiers. If he drinks it, although Su Lie can't figure out the specific value, it will definitely not be less than four to five thousand.

The only one among the people who did not calculate how many soldiers Li Muyun could borrow was Su Wanqing. The girl sat beside him and pulled his sleeve tightly: "Drinking less is your health."

"Don't worry, there is no problem. Please help me count how much wine I drank and how many people I borrowed!" Li Muyun gave her a look of peace of mind and said with a smile.

In fact, even if Li Muyun didn't ask Su Wanqing, many people were helping him count. Even Qi Heli had sent someone to bring paper and pen to him, preparing to write it on the paper, so as not to turn back Li Muyun would be too drunk and betray the debt.

However, Li Muyun didn't care about this. He just looked at Qi Bi Heli with some amusement, then picked up a bowl of wine full of the table, raised his head and poured it into his stomach.

Although the wine in the grassland is strong, it is still more than a little worse than the distilled wine. At best, it looks like eighteen or nineteen degrees.

For the people of Datang who were used to drinking distilled liquor, this kind of wine was almost no different from white water, so it took almost no time for Li Muyun to drink the tenth bowl.

"The tenth bowl, five hundred and twelve people." A vague feeling in Qi Bi Heli's heart.

"The eleventh bowl, one thousand and twenty-four people." Qi Bi Heli's face began to look ugly.

"The twelfth bowl, two thousand and forty-eight people." Cher Heli began to sweat on his head.

"The thirteenth bowl, four thousand and ninety-six people." Qi Bi Heli began to tremble.

"The 14th bowl, 8,192 people." Qi Bi Heli's face turned blue and his lips turned white.

"The fifteenth bowl, 16,384 people." Qi Xin and He Li sat on the ground.

"The sixteenth bowl, thirty thousand..."

"Stop, don't drink anymore. Master, don't drink anymore..." Qi Bi Heli got up from the ground and rushed to Li Muyun crying: "Master, you really can't drink anymore. Your health is important, you should take care of yourself."

Li Muyun shook away Qie Heli, his eyes were squinting, and he said in a speechless manner: "Hey..., Qiee Khan, I can drink a few more, a few more bowls, put them, don't worry, I, I'm not drunk yet, wait, after I have collected twenty bowls, we won't drink them."

Twenty bowls? Qi Zhu He Ligan'er was good at it. It doesn't count if the fraction is removed. The sixteenth bowl is 30,000 people, and the seventeenth bowl is 60,000. Wouldn't it cost about 500,000 to wait for twenty bowls?

That's 500,000 people. How many people are there in the entire Mobei grassland? Is it enough for 500,000?

Moreover, the total number of Tiele tribes is only more than 60,000. If Li Muyun was asked to drink the 17th bowl of wine, wouldn’t Tiele tribes all become his subordinates?

No, you must not let this guy drink it again, if you put it again...

Thinking of this, Qi Bi Heli wanted to pull Li Muyun, and at this moment, the voice of the guy in charge of counting the guy came from the ears of others: "The 17th bowl, 65,000..."

With a "happy" sound, I just heard the words 60,000. Qi Zhu Heli didn't have time to react, and he fainted when he turned his eyes.

Before falling to the ground, Qibian Heli had only one thought in his mind: he couldn't live this life, he just drank a drink, and had lost all the entire tribe for Mao, so how could he live the future?

Qi Bi He Li fainted, so the gambling game naturally didn't have to continue. After seeing him fall, Li Muyun shook it a few times and then fell down, keeping the record at the 17th bowl of wine.

...

Back at the tent that had been set up, Li Muyun was carried by the four-man group of playboys and threw it on the camp bed with no mercy. Then the four of them began to flatter Su Wanqing.

"Sister-in-law, you are my dear sister-in-law. Look at me, I am amazed. I am definitely a genius who practices archery. How about you passing that archery technique to me?" Liu Renshi, the youngest in the dandy foursome, nodded and bowed around Su Wanqing, almost kneeling down to call her grandma.

The big black man Yuchi couldn't see it, so he pulled the collar and raised him to the side: "Get out, I'm here first. Brother and sister, I'm very strong, you'd better teach me!"

Cheng Chumo, without saying a word, stood in front of Su Wanqing and stopped everyone: "Go and go, what's wrong with being strong? If you have strong strength, use the hammer, what bow to use? Sister Wanqing is my sister. If you want to pass archery skills, you should pass it to me first."
Chapter completed!