Really, Ba Zhiming has never experienced such a situation. In the past, in Eastern Europe, there were assassinations, destructions, etc., or they would follow the Russian or NATO troops as small fish and shrimps, when did they participate in this kind of thing...

Buck hid in the corner of the window and saw two MiG 29 formations whizzing by in the sky!

Can those World War II aircraft on Mindanao Island compare with this?

The BMP infantry fighting vehicles have already relied on the corner of the building and have begun to use machine guns and small-caliber smoothbore guns to attack the distant buildings and the faint armored team!

Let’s look at the young people with quick hands and feet pulling off the cannon suits of the sixteen rocket launchers and preparing to launch them!

Buck could only cut a cross on his chest for the first time: "Uh, God!"

He knew these tough people from Eastern Europe so well, but he was in the traditional heavy military industrial base of Donesk in eastern Ukraine. Such weapons and equipment were everywhere. When the former Soviet Union collapsed, it was divided into a large amount of property and had no place to put it on. Now it was dragged out of the warehouse. Do you want to play with firecrackers?

If it were the monkeys in Southeast Asia, they had no ability to control these things at all, but what about here?

These things were assembled by these workers, and no one knows better how to control these heavy equipment than them!

The three T72 tanks were already impatiently rushing straight from the street to open grassland, setting a distance between them, jumping at high speed to rush towards the opposite position, infantry fighting vehicles were completely shelling and covering the rear. When a rocket car really began to throw the 220mm fire dragon into the sky, groups of armed personnel here took their guns and began to charge towards the open ground!

What is the difference between this and the Red Army in World War II who shouted Ula and fought hard nearly a hundred years ago?

Buck couldn't believe that these guys could make a name for themselves! He couldn't help but roll his eyes hard, but what he needed to do was to free up the high-end goods in the shockproof box and the sponge package, pour them into the backpack of the sniper soldier who temporarily acted as a transport bag, and lifted the SVD rifle and carried the AK rifle and helped the priest downstairs.

The old man stood by the window and looked at everything in front of him with compassion. He felt unbelievable about the battle that had begun to break out in his own parish. Buck was afraid that he would swear to live and die with the position. As a result, he slightly persuaded the guys in front of him to be the anti-government forces of the Donesque Republic, and the old priest frowned and went downstairs with Buck.

The big dog followed them with his tail wagging his head. Perhaps his thinking was the simplest. Maybe he thought it was so popular outside. Buck had decided to give up the white van. Anyway, he had taken off the dash cam. At this time, since so many armed personnel gathered here, the corresponding other areas would definitely be relaxed in defense and would definitely escape to the south and then consider the vehicle issue.

As a result, as soon as he walked downstairs, at least more than 20 armed personnel met head-on!

So Buck has always been more like a fish in Eastern Europe!

Standing upstairs, he saw that the militants below had no uniform clothing, so he wiped off the special appearance of the only shock-proof box. Now he was not panicked at all, and he held the old priest in his hand, which seemed to be hostage. He came forward with a gun on his back: "This is the priest and said he would come to pray for everyone... I'll send him there!"

The fluent Ukrainian language and even the accent of the eastern region are vivid. The most important thing is his confident and enthusiastic expression, which makes this group of people not doubt at all. They may feel that I don’t know others, and they all smiled and waved their hands. There were also a few who were enthusiastic to support the old man in his chest to make a cross!

Buck's fingers held Lord Gusef's elbow and consciously pinched it several times. The old man was not pedantic. He narrowed his eyes and murmured with words in his mouth: "May God bless you..."

Such a combination would not even arouse any doubts. The large group of people might have to go upstairs to search or guard, but they actually came out with Buck, which attracted several people in the car outside to pay tribute to the priests in black robes. After all, most of the religious believers in the entire Soviet region believed in Orthodox religion and respected the priests very much.

So Buck is such a bold guy, with a big heart, and he is calm at this time, and has the same expression as the people around him.

This? Most of the independent army pieced together from all directions did not know each other very well. Buck was really inconspicuous in the mix. He even dared to take the initiative to propose: "Find a car and take the priest to the forefront. The priest is old and it is inconvenient to move..."

Then someone immediately arranged to help get a convertible Gas military off-road vehicle. The old priest stood in the back seat and looked a bit like checking the troops. The steering wheel controlled by Buck also invited a few of the most enthusiastic guys to get on the bus. In his opinion, even if he took Lord Gusef slightly closer to the front line and pretended to preach and pray, he could take the excuse to take a break and turn around and run away. Three or four people were not difficult to solve under their sudden attack.

It can be imagined to be beautiful, but reality is still a bit skinny!

The Independence Army, who had just been thrust into the back seat, took the old priest into the back seat, and Lord Gusef looked at the folk armed forces in front of him with a complicated expression, and someone recognized him!

"Patriarch! Patriarch Gusef...is it really you?"

"I heard your sermon in the church five years ago...I can't believe that you also support the independence of our Donetsk Republic?"

"My child was baptized by you!"

"No wonder I look familiar. It's you, Lord Patriarch! I can actually see you here. This war is worth it even if I die..."

The whole atmosphere was inexplicably like the feeling that Buck had just left Kharkov and entered the surrounding towns. The surrounding militants began to surge here, hoping to see the Patriarch!

Yes, there are only three pastors in Ukraine, and the other two are in Kiev, who control most of the parishes in the central and western regions, but the entire eastern and southeastern regions are the parishes of Lord Gusef. In a religious sense, this large area is his parish!

Almost all the areas participating in the war, from Kharkov, Donesque to Crimea, the priests of all churches were employees of his branch offices, and all the priests worked under his leadership!

The situation quickly extended in a direction that was beyond Buck's control. All he could do was to go to the back row to help the old man stand firmly and hold the overhead railing of the convertible, shaking hands with his arms raised like the woods around him, and secretly stuffing his backpack filled with various equipment into the tool box behind. If someone found out, he would most likely be shot on the spot as a spy!

Buck had no time to be upset about how things turned out like this. He had to keep an expression of honor on his face until a military commander found that the combatants and fire support troops who should have been following him suddenly stopped fire. He came over with a tantrum and turned into a surprised and enthusiastic kiss to the back of the old priest's hand!
Chapter completed!