Buck helped the old man block the fist that he could block as much as possible, but could only block it sideways. He held the old man's right hand and slowly slid to his lower abdomen. The pistol that turned to the front was not to be pulled out... Buck was also worried. Facing the Tatars who were famous for their toughness, the main force of Cossack was also the Tatars. He didn't think that shooting and warning could scare these people, but what else could he do?

But Lord Gusef stubbornly held his hand, pulled the young and strong man behind him, and moved his tall and thin body forward: "Let go of your hatred! Stay on this beautiful land! Live a good life..."

Puff! A slap hit the old priest in the face!

But the Patriarch above ten thousand people will not retreat: "Even God, I hope you can live a better life. There are countless ways to create a better life. Not all of them have to pick up their guns and fight..."

Bang! This time it was a stone. Buck saw the shadow and waved his hand hard to block it, but in the dark twilight, it still couldn't block it. The stone hit the old man's forehead and blood immediately oozed out!

The old man still didn't even wipe his blood: "Not you have to use force for everything! Others use force to deal with you. Is it right for you to treat others in this way?"

This language, which seemed like provocation, aroused an increasingly fierce reaction, but this did not make Buck feel helpless anymore, and only admiration was left.

Really, Buck admires him from the bottom of his heart!

Because this old man has something called Fengguo!

Maybe Buck couldn't speak the word "character", but in the culture of China, he has always been one of the most admirable integrity of intellectuals. From "a scholar who dies for his confidant" to "a scholar who does not eat the food given by pity", this integrity that most of the people who appear in literati is not only a kind of persistence, but also a kind of belief. This belief is persistent, and it is more decisive than bend, and it is a kind of piety that exists in the heart and adheres to for life.

The old priest may believe in God, but he is also persistent.

Sometimes Buck believes in a more sleek way of survival, as if on the battlefield, concealing and detouring are his fighting style, and there are even more such attitudes in life.

But in his heart, Buck admires such a kind person even more.

Buck tried his best to block the old man with his arms, and shouted, "Stop! Stop... He is for your own good! Who are you fighting with? Who can you beat? For your wife and children, can't you give me a quiet living environment? Don't you just want to take the shortcuts to get rich by fighting? Go to Donesque to see, there are now corpses everywhere, do you also want to beat your home to a terrible grass? Live! Live well, make your nation and home stronger and more beautiful, and change everything with labor! Instead of using force..."

For Buck, who has always been accustomed to pulling guns to fight, this is almost yelling for himself, but it is obvious that this is useless. The angry Tatars seemed to have the only idea of ​​picking up guns to fight for their own interests and rights. Buck has even seen some people pointing guns at them!

The old man squeezing on his back did not yell anymore, but began to recite the Bible quietly...

Buck was so amused that he was so amazed. When was this time!

He finally reached into his shirt and held the pistol. As long as the other party's gun dared to pull the trigger at him, he would have to fight to the death!

At this moment, a slow voice suddenly came from the top of your head: "Are these two gentlemen wrong? Didn't you be encouraged by someone? Are you trying to use a shield for others?"

Buck was startled and raised his head. Even if the sky by the sea was dark, the sea surface was brighter than inland, and there were lights in the villages and towns, so the light allowed him to see the face on his head clearly. Isn’t this face lying on the wall the ragged man who shared the cigarette with him after dinner?

The man who had been leaning against a pile of bricks in the corner of the wall now seemed to be standing on the pile of bricks. His voice was not very loud or excited, but miraculously, everyone at the scene was quiet. The people who were leading the way in front of Buck were still muttering, but he never waved his arms hard to set off the atmosphere, but looked around with his eyes floating.

Just because I just shared a cigarette, can I get such a gift?

Buck was a little surprised and didn't dare to believe it. Moreover, such a man sitting on a brick has such a status and ability?

The Patriarch, who also raised his head, was not surprised: "Smolov, put aside religious debates, I hope you can better guide your faith and your people towards a better future..." The tone seemed to wash away the excitement just now, and calmly pulled Rabak away.

It turns out that you still know the old priest?

Buck tried to help the old priest walk out together, but the crowd didn't move.

The man called Smolov spoke: "Others are sincerely doing their best for you. You can't accept suggestions, but you can't treat kind people like this. Tillomov, don't you understand that the Ukrainians find you and encourage you to fight with the Russians, just to let us Tatars stand up and mess up Crimea, and they will reap the benefits of the fisherman?"

The middle-aged man who was obviously the leader in front of Buck changed his face suddenly: "It's not like this..."

The man standing on the brick spread his arms: "What's going on? Ukrainians know that they can't beat the Russians at this time, so they deliberately incite you. Do you think the one you organized..."

puff!

A sound of a reduction gun as if it were an air gun interrupted Smolov's speech. The man standing on the wall under the night was so eye-catching, but at the same time he became the most conspicuous target.

The body shook and was about to lean forward, but the ragged man forced his hands to push his hands against the wall: "Let them go, please think with your brain, we and the Russians will kill blood, who will get the benefits..." Before he finished speaking, his body fell to the back, and many anxious voices inside seemed to catch him: "Smolov! Smolov?"

The gunshots were not nearby, but more like somewhere around the town. Everyone was quiet and looking around, as if they wanted to find the person who shot.

But Buck saw that the man seemed to be shot and pressed his shoulder, and shouted: "Stop the bleeding first! Help him stop the bleeding, and then find a doctor to get the warhead..."

I don’t know if it was because of what Smolov said before falling down, or because Buck’s voice was reminded by the doctor’s instinct that the originally passionate Tatars in front of him silently made way.

There was no first aid kit at hand, so Buck thought about it but still didn't turn around and go in for treatment, and helped the old priest walk out without saying a word.

It was a bit unexpected, and it was unexpected that the white van driving from Belarus for thousands of kilometers was overturned, smashed, smashed, smashed the door and pulled off the tires, and turned into a pile of scrap iron and threw it at the place where the car was just parked.

Buck looked at the crowd gathering not far behind him, but just took out the night vision camera from the co-pilot's glove box, then removed the dash camera that was actually on the rearview mirror, and shrugged at the old priest: "Let's go back to Ukraine..."
Chapter completed!