Buck still drove on the road and went to the Katz city to the east, instead of walking to the main city of the Black Sea Fleet to the west, and remembering the seashore where he traveled with Natasha, and then going home after he pleased his wife.

Whether he agreed to others or for reasons to inquire about the situation, Buck would choose to go, but his mentality must be completely different from yesterday.

He is now like a child who has completed the final exam and unexpectedly got a good score. He is different from the feeling of being worried about whether he can complete the task successfully when he came to the Crimean Peninsula yesterday, so he wanted to throw away the textbook and play.

You should know that going to the Tatar settlement area is not as smooth as the road in front of you.

Buck had already tried yesterday that his oriental appearance, in the eyes of the locals, was easily confused with the Tatar ethnic group, but he had been traveling through the front-line multi-ethnic areas for a long time, but he knew that it would not be the case if he was involved in a certain ethnic group.

It may be fine to ask a Chinese American born and raised abroad to pretend to be a Chinese in front of foreigners, but when it comes to China, children can see at a glance what is incompatible with the people around them. The middle-aged and elderly people with a sharp vision can even tell which people are from which domestic region by just looking at it. This kind of familiarity within the ethnic group cannot be mixed up by pretending to be.

Buck could only rely on his just going to Siberia and said that he had just come from Krasno. Who said that the Tatars were moved to Siberia as a whole after World War II?

Why are they treated like this? All Russians, including Ukrainians, are very wary of the Tatars, which has a connection. When Russia was not as socially complete, the Tatars hiding on this peninsula roared past and plundered people on the Russian land and sold them to Turkey and even the Roman Empire. This fully demonstrated the robbery style of the Tatars roaring outside the Tang and Song Pass. In those more than two hundred years, Russia, which had not yet risen, sold more than three million people to countries around the Mediterranean!

The transit place for slave traders at that time was the ocean shipyard where Buck swam last night. This port has a history of hundreds of years.

Buck is thinking about the Inner Mongolian people. The ancestors of the Manchus have made great efforts. Why is there no such hatred in China? It seems that the ********* of the former Soviet Union is really much sharper than that in China.

The former Golden Eagle Commander, who was sitting in the co-pilot, was so defensive: "They were the only votes against this referendum in Crimea, and we found that the Ukrainians who came from Ukraine to enter the Crimea region recently were gathering towards Katz, so we suspect that the Tatars were uniting with the Ukrainians to make trouble, and at this time they would never be allowed to destroy the plans to incorporate into Russia."

Buck's eyebrows jumped a few times: "Are there still many Ukrainians? Why didn't they vote against it?"

The commander probably saw it, subconsciously lowered his voice, leaned closer to Buck, and looked back quickly: "A lot of Ukrainians left Crimea when they got into trouble."

Who told the Patriarch to still sit in the back row? No matter how national justice the commander said, this is an act of splitting Ukraine, and it is a matter of despising the Patriarch to him.

Originally, I wanted to avoid the Patriarch and let Buck do this alone by himself, which was only one night, but when Buck explained to the Patriarch, Lord Gusef stood up: "I'll go with you, and I'll also go and see the only Islamic people in my parish."

Yes, the Tatars are also one of the few non-Orthodox beliefs in Ukraine. Perhaps this distinction of beliefs has also contributed to the alertness of both sides.

The white bread passed by two checkpoints set up by armed personnel, which seemed to be from the Russian side. The commander just showed his face and whispered a few words and passed. At a place that was still one or two kilometers away from Kaz City, the commander and two fully armed entourages got out of the car and pointed to the rolling mountains around: "We should observe and support you as much as possible on the mountain... Be careful everything. Those Ukrainians who entered Kaz City from the mountain path will also catch them in the mountains." Finally, he made a gesture to Buck to call.

Buck rolled his eyes a little. At this time, he could at least use a dual-channel military intercom or a miniature headset to look like an undercover spy, and there was nothing. It seemed that he just caught someone with Central Asian appearance and hoped that he could succeed.

The carriage returned to a silent state, and there was a world of chatter with the commander before getting off the car? Don't.

Buck was so guilty that he didn't speak out. The old priest still looked like he was squinting his eyes as if he was thinking about his own affairs.

A van with a Ukrainian license plate drove into this small town built from the flat area on the peninsula mountains near the sea. In the past, Buck only heard that this was the closest place to Russia on the tip of the Crimean Peninsula, and it was across the sea from a horn of the Russian territory. The narrowest strait was only four or five kilometers wide. When the two sides had good relations, it was said that it was the main channel between the military factories in Crimea and Russian raw materials and finished products. Therefore, there were huge freight yards and transfer terminals on the edge of the town, which could directly transfer train cars to ferries.

Buck doesn't quite understand why such a narrow place is, and the Sea of ​​Azov is famous for being shallow. Why not build a train bridge is easier to deal with, but the towns at both ends of the strait must have flourished because of this transfer pier.

But from the moment the car entered, Buck keenly discovered that the signs hanging on the surrounding streets had added Turkish words, which were a bit similar to Arabic. Buck turned around and asked the old man: "Is this the Turkic language of the Tatar or the Muslim Arabic?"

Lord Gusef remained silent: "It's all Alami letters, you can use them anywhere."

Sure enough, as the van goes deeper, more and more curved letters appear around it, while the Russian-Ukrainian texts are less and less. It is obvious that there is a tendency to remove Russian-Ukrainian culture here.

Accompanied by this kind of sneaky nationalist behavior, the van on the street looked at it without any hesitation, and the more people walked inside, the more people followed, all of whom were wearing short hair in the middle.

Buck couldn't help but touch his hair. The obvious gap between the tuft of hair in the middle and the surroundings seemed like a provocation here. If he kept dressing up with an old man and walked around the city, he could also say that he was a tourist who didn't know anything, maybe he let him go. Now it's hard to explain that a little imitating the Tatar costume.

But Buck has good mentality. He looked at the dash cam on the rearview mirror and kept working. He calmed down and put a pistol in his back, pulled over and stopped the car, and turned around: "Let's go down and have a walk, just fool around and be considered as a matter of handing over?"

The Patriarch nodded in agreement, but his attitude towards spy work was very different: "Take me to the mosque and see..."
Chapter completed!