Just two shots.

Buck leaned against the wall and did not move. He was judging the distance and intensity of the gunshots in his ears. Then he saw a large group of middle-aged and young men holding guns standing fiercely at the door of the yard, yelling constantly, but not stepping in. A tuft of hair on his head showed their identity as Tatars.

It would be nice not to come in. I think it would be a very safe move to come to the mosque in such a region with a very religious belief. It seems that Lord Gusef knew this very well, so Buck leaned there without moving his nest.

When the gunfire began, the men gathered in the yard and the women on the street outside all stood up in panic and squeezed together. When they found out that it was these men who dissipated silently and hid around and watched.

There were people pointing at Buck through the wall of the high courtyard with more than one person. Buck could only understand the occasional words in Turkic or other dialects. He knew that it was abusing pagans. However, he stood up and sat in the corner. As long as the other party could not shoot at him with a gun, he thought he would not use a bomb to throw it into the mosque to blow him up, although this was just an ordinary farmyard.

But the hand placed in the back of the middle still silently loaded the Browning powerful pistol. I had encountered even worse situations than this, and Buck was not panicked.

What was even less panicked was that Lord Gusef did not show up at all. Another priest came out and stood at the entrance of the yard to discuss with these militants. Because Buck was hiding in a corner where he would not be shot, he could not see the priest's face, so he could only shrug and continue to relax. At this time, he noticed the man in the corner of the yard again, who was staring blankly against the bricks, as if everything that happened around him was irrelevant.

After another ten minutes, the people clamoring at the door temporarily disappeared. Someone brought some food to Buck indoors, which may be considered dinner. You know, Buck didn't eat it at noon, so he didn't pay attention to it now. Look at the combination of mashed potatoes, meat sauce and pasta cakes. The taste seemed pretty good, so he was ready to eat it, but he caught a glimpse of the man in the corner of the yard, thinking of getting up and bringing his own plate of food to the other party first.

Although the other party's clothes were tattered and dirty, their eyes were very clean and there was no smirk in a daze. This was the detail that Buck had observed before. Sure enough, at this moment, the man smiled and nodded and started eating.

Buck turned around and asked the priest for a plate before he started to swallow it. He was really a little hungry. He burped until he was satisfied and took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. He gestured to the man next to the brick. The other party nodded, then lit and handed it over.

It seems that foreigners rarely have such smoking behavior. At least Buck has never been like this before. He only gradually developed this habit after returning to China, especially after working on the construction site for a while.

But the man kept leaning against the pile of rotten bricks and did not get up. Buck was not surprised to squat under the wall and smoked and started to take a nap. This was his habit. As long as he naps in the war zone, even a little bit of gap, he could maintain his energy at any time.

It was already dark, and Master Gusef came out: "Let's go!" patted Buck on the shoulder.

Buck stood up and reminded: "It seems that someone is targeting us infidels."

The old priest twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled: "Let's go..."

Buck made a face and moved the pistol from his back to his lower abdomen through his clothes, leading the way for the old priest in front. Two priests came out behind him, and there were salutations but more than half the fewer than the four or five people welcoming.

At this time, there were no more people in front of the simple mosque yard. Buck habitually glanced at the heroic young and middle-aged men, indeed, were not here, but he didn't feel much relaxed. He put on his shoes and squatted down to help the old man put on it, and then he helped the Patriarch leave, and his eyes were locked on them.

Sure enough, this time, I had just walked out more than ten steps away and left the edge of the courtyard. Suddenly, a group of people stood up from the intersection, surrounded Buck and the old priest with a bad expression.

Buck gently blocked the old man behind him: "We are here to talk to the priests. Now that we have finished talking, we are leaving. What's the problem?"

The other party's speech is even worse, with a Russian language with a clear foreign accent: "The Russians have tortured us for fifty years, and now they are going to kill us! You pagans and Russians are in the same group!"

Buck was ridiculous and terrified: "It is normal to have complaints and anger, but please figure out who you are targeting first. Not to mention that it was all in your previous life. Am I? Kran, who is also a Ukrainian priest, who is here to talk to the priests. It has nothing to do with what you pagans say, and it has nothing to do with the Russians."

Buck thought he had already spoken well, but who knew that the people around him were about to make a fuss: "It means giving up on us!"

"We are not with the Russians now!"

"This is our land for generations, we will not go back to Russia!"

"This old priest actually came to persuade us to return to Russia! It's so cruel!"

Buck looked back at Lord Gusef in surprise. Has this old man been talking about this matter with the Tatar priests for the past few hours?

When did I accidentally intervene in this kind of peace talks on national belief?

The Patriarch nodded, and it seemed that he would admit that this was his purpose. He touched Buck's shoulder and raised his voice in Russian: "That's right... I'm here to talk to the priests about this. I hope you can give up disputes, give up hatred, and accept this fact. Crimea will always return to Russia. In this situation, peaceful..."

What else the old man wanted to say behind him was completely suppressed by the curse that broke out. Even Buck could only see his mouth moving, but he could not hear the sound. Many people waved their arms and landed their fists on the old man. Buck immediately rushed over and hugged Gusef and leaned against the wall. His shoulders and arms were beaten everywhere, but it was right to choose to lean against the wall at the first time. At least Buck could ensure that the two of them were basically safe: "No matter how much they said, what are they doing..." But he still sighed in his heart. The old master was still stubborn and asked the two to come and beat him, but he saw that these people were not waving their guns now...

Buck felt like a mirror in his heart. It must be Lord Gusef going in and expressing his attitude. Some of these priests came out to convey the message and asked these people to make objections. However, seeing that Lord Gusef's status is extraordinary, he still did not want to hurt him by mistake, causing international incidents, so there were only two or three priests sent out later.

Will the Tatars choose to forgive the Russians?

Buck felt that this was as difficult as asking the Chinese to forgive the Japanese.

The 250,000 Tatars on the island of Kriya were sent to Siberia for tens of years after World War II, under the name of cooperating with the enemy. Not to mention that all the property was confiscated, thousands of people died on the road alone, and the environment was not adapted to the land, resulting in only a hundred thousand people in the end. Until the collapse of the former Soviet Union, these people fled back from Siberia through various channels. Then all the land and buildings on this belonged to the Russians and Ukrainians, and the Tatars did not have the right to build houses.

This situation was not until a few years ago that Ukraine gave the Tatars some settlements for the purpose of differentiating too many Russians here.

The Tatars who went to Russia to capture and sell slaves hundreds of years ago were able to pay off their debts, and their descendants could not finish their debts.

Then he returned to the hands of the Russians and continued to become an unlucky guy controlled by the Russians?

How could these Tatars be willing?

Of course, is Lord Gusef’s statement wrong?

It is not wrong at all. From a macro perspective, Russia must take Crimea back. This is an important part of the world's struggle. It is a place that military strategists must compete for. A few tens of thousands of local ethnic minority residents are not considered at all. Lord Gusef's idea is even a bit far-sighted to help Ukraine calm down.

But when I was told this on the podium of the international community, how could I say it to a group of Tatars?

So the old priest is really a bit old master...

The emotions around him became more and more angry, as if he could not fight with the Russians. Facing such an old and a young man, they could still exclaim. Buck saw that there were people waving guns behind him!

This is the simple task that the Golden Eagle Commander said?

Of course, if the old man didn't ask for trouble to talk about this point of view, it wouldn't be so bad.
Chapter completed!