"Dirinar," Turdi looked at the old Cossack with some anger, "after all, this is not our own territory, put away your arrogance. ”

He is right, the Cossacks killed people without blinking an eye in the era of cold weapons. In the era of thermal weapons, he still hid in a small building to become a unity, remembering the glory of his ancestors.

They treat other races and ethnicities with a sense of superiority. On the way to the Irkutsk region, the guy was always looking forward to the light, as a rescuer.

"No, no!" Di Linard's eyes flickered, but he still put away his careful thoughts.

Whether the Cossacks were cold-blooded or arrogant, they were always someone else's knife in history, and they never really became masters of their own country, nor did they really belong to their own country.

Genghis Khan's iron cavalry went to the Western Regions and all the tribes fell to the wind, including the arrogant Cossacks.

This race worships the strong in its bones, and becomes the vanguard of the Mongol army at will.

The Kazakhs in front of them are not good men and women, and they are mixed with the KGB, which makes people of other nationalities who are also ethnic minorities daunted.

Turdi has become a spy for the Chinese since he found that the situation on the Chinese side is a hundred times better than that of the Russians, so why bother to work for the white people in the twilight mountains?

Consciously or unconsciously pushed by Pushkin's men, he became a typical murderous person who did not blink.

Joining the KGB as a minority is an incredible thing in itself.

Because only he knows his own thoughts, even if his wife Ayiguli and two children, try to let them know less.

The more people are clear. The greater the chance of exposure, he didn't want to put his life in the hands of others.

Those who are hard-hearted traitors. I felt relieved when I killed it, and I pulled the trigger. The head falls to the ground.

For the Russians demanded by the KGB for a thorough investigation, Turdi did not have any psychological obstacles, and he wanted to oppose this nation, and killing a few of them was a fart.

Working with the Cossacks, he was also well thought out. If there is a group of people in the world who want to die to save face, it is this group of cold-blooded people living on horseback.

In the process of the expansion of Tsarist Russia, the greatest credit went to the Cossacks.

Then, the Russian Red Army revolted in an armed uprising to kill the Russian emperor. And to attack a group of Cossack fighters.

Those people preferred to die rather than surrender, and finally ran away to Turkey.

If it had not been for the fact that the Soviet and Russian authorities had not blindly used the stick policy and instead adopted a carrot offensive, I wonder if their road to Central Asian expansion would have gone so smoothly.

For a long time, the Cossacks were alone, and they were not willing to be ruled by the Russians.

But after experiencing the blood and fire of thermal weapons, they understood that no Damascus knife, no matter how sharp, could not compare to a small bullet. I had to stop fighting.

Where there is oppression, there is resistance. As Mr. Lu Xun said, no longer erupt in silence, but perish in silence.

It can be seen from the unadorned hatred of Caucasians in their daily lives. This people disdain intrigues, even if they appear to be.

Therefore, reach out to them. Turdi is not burdened at all, and he does not have to worry about these people leaking secrets at all.

Originally. The Cossacks of the farmstead were still suspicious, and he made an excuse at random. After disposing of the chairman of the farm sent by the Russians, there were no more doubts.

Nowadays, with Turdi's status and status in the KGB, it is easy to get a car.

In order to show his hatred for the Cossacks, he also chose the same means of transport as them.

In the vast grasslands and deserts, men and women feel comfortable only on horseback.

Guta Farm is the largest Tatar farm in the Irkutsk region.

It is home to the largest mosque in the entire state, Imam Habdullah, a direct descendant of a hereditary tribal chief.

In the eyes of ethnic minorities, the leader is the chief, even if there is no longer a tribal word.

Don't think that Muslin has to make a pilgrimage to a high Islamic shrine like Mecca or Medina, a place that the Russian Muslin will never be able to reach in his lifetime.

Therefore, people who believe in Islam come to the ancient tower mosque to worship, which is the lifelong wish of many Muslins in Soviet Russia, and they have to go once in a lifetime to smash pots and sell iron.

The more places like this, the more dragons and snakes are mixed, and even the Russians are helpless in the face of halals who come from all directions.

Nima, if you really want to off these guys, it is possible for a few Russians to move their heads.

The Tatars are a relatively moderate people, but that doesn't mean they don't have blood, not to mention the constant flow of followers from all over the country?

If there is any ill-will towards the Tatars, it is possible that they will be torn to pieces by the Muslins.

At that time, the Russian government died in vain in order to extinguish the anger of the halals.

The authorities don't have a good way to deal with these followers, so they can't set up machine guns and make a sudden attack.

If that is the case, it is not empty talk that all the people who believe in Islam in the country will rise up.

This sect is the only sect in the world, and the fanaticism for jihad is unmatched by any other sect.

However, it was not possible for the Russian government to do nothing, and even the Tatars could behave.

Don't look at Habudullah as nominally a direct descendant of a tribe, his low status in the world's earliest socialist country is not an exaggeration.

Even his descendants had to renounce their faith if they wanted to go to school.

It is not so easy for ordinary children to give up their beliefs.

Not to mention Habudula? His ancestors, who can be traced back to the time of Genghis Khan, were the commanders of the guards of the Young Khan of Ögedei.

Later, with this status, the largest tribe of the Tatars was formed, and even Kublai Khan acquiesced in it during his lifetime.

However, a man appeared, and his name was Wu Congfa. from China.

He seems to have a huge amount of energy, and his hands and eyes are up to the sky. I can get a few places for children to go to school in Moscow.

The school is not comparable to the turtle school here in the Irkutsk region, it is among the best schools in the capital.

Since then. Wu Congfa became a guest of the Habudula family.

The inheritance of a nation must be led by culture, which is the trend of the times.

At this moment, when Wu Congfa brought a tall middle-aged man and said that he was his uncle, the Habudula family was naturally very enthusiastic.

For Nina, who was clearly his uncle, who looked Caucasian at first glance, they selectively ignored it.

"Wu, if only you came in the fall!" Big noon. Habudullah also roasted whole lamb to entertain distinguished guests.

"At that time, the grass was fat and the horses were strong, and the mutton was more delicious." While eating mutton, he took a sip of mare's milk wine and handed it to his guest.

Wu Congfa took a sip and handed it to Wu Shan.

"Autumn? yes! He lived in Soviet Russia for several years and was well aware of the local situation: "Along the way, I saw the newborn grass. Gnawed bare by cattle and sheep. ”

The evil feudal society, Wushan couldn't help but sigh.

Habudula's family didn't know where to eat, and there were only a few people at the table.

"Husband, what language do they speak?" Nina doesn't care what others think. As long as your man is by your side, it is the best time to do so.

"It's their own language." Wu Shan said in a low voice: "Why don't you take a sip of mare's milk wine?" Otherwise, the owner of this place will be very unhappy. ”

"Who are they?" Nina muttered, "Look at me with hatred. ”

However, she still took it as she said.

Training in the KGB is not covered. The fishy smell of mare's milk wine was forced to swallow by her.

"It can only be said that the Russians are too oppressive to ethnic minorities!" Wu Shan said lightly, tore a piece of meat and handed it to her.

"Who is this woman from your uncle?" Women were not allowed to serve at the Tatar feast. Habudula's face softened slightly when he saw her movements.

"Uh." Wu Congfa itself is not good at words, so it can't be said that he has found a junior. He had an idea: "Well, probably??? Maybe it's a fiancée? ”

"Russians are not good people!" Habudula said, slashing at the leg of lamb in front of him with the knife in his hand, and also skillfully tore off a piece of meat.

In the years when Wushan was in Oulothai, in addition to focusing on economic development, he was not idle.

After the Chinese government's vigorous immigration, the number of ethnic minorities in northern Xinjiang has long been a real minority.

However, the number of people still accounts for about 30 percent of the entire prefecture-level cities.

When it comes to language learning, he has never relaxed.

In the Turkic language family, the basic pronunciation is not much different. Even if you can't communicate comfortably, it's okay to say a few simple words.

"Not necessarily!" Wu Shan said: "Whether a person is good or not has little to do with his race. ”

"You're right!" Habudula looked different, and he didn't think that he could understand it, so he raised the mare's milk wine and took a sip, and handed it to Wushan.

"Husband, it's so unhygienic!" Nina gently tugged at her man's sleeve: "Everyone is drinking." ”

"Girl, we've been drinking like this since ancient times." Habudullah said coldly: "My wine is only for my distinguished guests. Anyway, so far, no white person has ever drank. ”

The anger that was suppressed by Wushan just now rose to the ground.

Even if he had not been to school, he could only write a few simple words in Russian, and he had no problem listening to others.

"I ???" Nina was a little aggrieved.

"Hehe, the patriarch is too worried, each nation has its own customs and habits." Wu Shan patted the back of the little woman's hand: "You trust my nephew, right?" ”

"Of course!" Habudula didn't want to.

"Uncle is the person I respect the most!" Wu Congfa finally spoke: "The aunt he is looking for must be more perfect in terms of character." ”

Habudula was a little embarrassed and was about to answer, when his son came in and whispered something in his ear.

"Let them in," he said to the three guests with a slight mutter, smiling, "I have friends from far away Central Asia. ”

As soon as Turdi entered, he immediately saw Wushan, his eyes were full of surprise, and he didn't know what to say. (To be continued......)