Vukovic led me to a room at the back of the hall, which looked like a duty room or office. There was a writing desk, bookcase, and a telephone.

Vukovic pointed to a chair with a backrest, "Please be seated, my friend." ”

Then he was busy himself for a while, and he brought out a pot and two cups at the back, "Tea?" When I smelled the familiar aroma of tea, I blurted out in surprise. Because I know a lot of foreign devils, but they... Hehe, needless to say, what those old hairy guys are drinking, Eunice's old guy often drinks high. And the Yankees either drink alcohol or coffee, and this is the first time I have drunk this kind of tea that I am familiar with.

"Isn't it weird? Actually, I've been drinking tea for many years. I know a few friends from the same country as you, they taught me to drink tea, and they still send me some tea from time to time, so although we don't always have the most basic food here, as long as the mail continues, my tea will not run out. Vukovic smiled and poured a cup of tea from the teapot and handed it to me.

I took the cup and smelled it, although I didn't have much research on drinking tea, but in terms of taste, the tea that Vukovic's friend gave him should not be bad, or even good. I looked at him and said, "How do you know that your friend is from the same country as me?" In your eyes, the people in several countries on our side should be similar, right? ”

Vukovic himself looked at me while sipping tea, and when I said this, he put the teacup aside and said, "That's because those people have seen too few Orientals." Like you now, you can't see or can't hear the difference in appearance and language between a Slav and an Englishman? ”

"Huh. A few of our East Asian countries are about the same, and the gap is even smaller than yours. I continued.

Vukovic shook his head, "Except for the biggest one in the East, can people like us know other East Asians?" ”

Hearing him say that, I don't dwell on the topic anymore. This old god has a lot of experience. I took a sip of tea and thought for a moment and said, "What are those fellow villagers doing here?" Aided in construction? Or do you do engineering projects? ”

"Aid?" Vukovic was stunned, "It's more appropriate to do a project." ”

"Oh. Then you weren't a pastor before. And I've always wondered how a pastor like you can fight with armed men? ”

"I really wasn't a pastor before. I can tell you that I used to be a soldier and fought in war. It started in Bosnia and Herzegovina, playing with the Croats and MSL. It was the most brutal war I've ever experienced, but it wasn't as terrible as it was in those years. Vukovic said with a look of loss and even remorse, and poured himself a cup of tea, "There are many dead, there are enemies, there are our people and innocent people." ”

I looked at him, and in my memory there was a lot of coverage of the war in Bosnia-Herzegovina in China, but it was in favor of the Serbs. It is said that at that time, the whole of Bosnia and Herzegovina was a pot of porridge, and the total population was only a little more than 4 million, and the number of refugees exceeded 2 million, which means that the city where we are now suddenly lost more than half of the people, what is this concept? And that's not even counting the people who were killed, and the missing people, I don't think it's too much to describe them as ten rooms and nine empty spaces.

"You've killed a lot of people?" I looked at Vukovic and asked tentatively, but as soon as I said it, I regretted it. This kind of question should not be asked, because according to the reports of the foreign media, the Serbs carried out an organized massacre of civilians of the ethnic group to which their enemies belonged. No matter whether this kind of thing is done or not, no one will want to admit it. This is actually a stain on a person's life, which is a completely different concept from killing the enemy on the battlefield. That will be judged and spurned by the world for the crime of being a butcher or a murderer.

Vukovic listened to me ask about this, looked down at the teacup in his hand and didn't make a sound, after a pause he let out a long sigh, brought the teacup to his lips, took a sip of tea, and then looked at me and said, "Yes." We kill a lot of people. At that time, they were all crazy, and you could see from the eyes of those people that everyone no longer regarded each other as individuals. Whether it is the one who is killed or the one who kills, they no longer see the other party as a living person. One day I suddenly felt ... I just thought I had enough. I've had enough, NATO missiles and air strikes are actually nothing? What makes me feel unbearable and scary is ourselves, and me

Those of us who were originally compatriots of the same country. I have never heard of such a harsh treatment of the Germans who invaded us, nor the Ottoman Turks in the past. And at that time, the people of their own country were so cruel ... It's all crazy, it's really crazy. After Vukovic finished speaking, he took the teacup and poured the tea soup into it in one gulp, as if it were a glass of wine. And there was fear in his eyes at this moment, in addition to remorse, deep fear, as if something terrible was sounding.

I didn't know what to say for a while. The civil war is already very disgraceful, and the resulting massacre is even more of a regression of civilization. I looked at him, "Isn't it all gone?" ”

"It's in the past. So I became a pastor and vowed to do nothing but help others and defend my home for the rest of my life. Vukovic paused after saying and poured himself another cup of tea, "The priest is actually normal in the army. It's not surprising, I know you don't have it in your country, but we're not the same here. From the Middle Ages and even earlier, there were military chaplains. ”

I nodded, and it seemed that the old god stick was atoning for his sins. I looked out the window, "This is also a lot of harassment from the Earl?" ”

Vukovic nodded and said helplessly: "Yes." No way. His men would come by from time to time, and some of the people in the surrounding towns were connected to them, even relatives. Something often happens, and the Earl is powerful here, and even the people under him have no fear, and often do things out of the ordinary. So I put people together to maintain order here, but to do so would seem to them to be against them. And the Earl doesn't seem to be very strict with these things, maybe because he has grown big and doesn't have the time and energy to take care of them. ”

"I see." I nodded in understanding, "Where is that Trovic from?" Is it also from this nearby town? ”

"Him?" Vukovic laughed and said, "He's not." In fact, it has nothing to do with the earl, he came here because he was going to fight the Albanians in Kosovo, and then he had a grudge with the earl because of his personal hobbies. ”

"Huh? Personal hobby? I looked at Vukovic strangely, "The Count snatched his MG42?" ”

"Huh. No. The Count wasn't that crazy. But it was something left behind by the Germans, not weapons, it seemed to be some photo albums and some other personal belongings. It is said that it is quite collectible, and Trovic was about to get it, but he was preempted by the Earl, and Trovic went to the Count to reason, but he was driven out. After that, Trovic hated the Count and vowed to destroy this unruly fellow. Vukovic said with a smile.

"That's it?" I asked.

"yes. Maybe you don't think it's okay for those things, but in fact, many people are like this, and they are desperate for something that is not really important. Vukovic said, taking a sip of his tea, looking at me, "Tell me about you, my friend." Why are you here? You don't look like a guy who fights for money or likes to kill. ”

"Me? I started out to prove that I was a good soldier. It's naïve to think about it now, if it weren't for luck, I wouldn't even be able to find a bone. I said.

"That's why I say everybody is going to fight for something that doesn't seem important to others." Vukovic stood up after speaking, "Do you want to come with me to the town to have a look?" I'm also a border, but it's actually a peaceful place. ”

I nodded, "Okay." I haven't been around in a long time. So I got up and stood up, and then walked out with Vukovic. At this time, Bunotz and Trovic and Milic seemed to have finished their prayers and came with us outside the church.

Not far from the church, it seems to be a market, although it is not early at the moment, but the market is still quite lively. People are busy. These people took the initiative to greet Vukovic enthusiastically after seeing him, and then they looked at me strangely, probably because my appearance was quite different from them.

"Don't pay attention to their gaze, my friend. Actually, the people here are very welcoming. Vukovic said with a smile.

"Especially the girls were very welcoming. I'm going to take a woman here home after the war. Trovic spoke.

Vukovic looked at him and said, "Really? Your family won't have an opinion? ”

Speaking of his family, Trovic seemed a little unhappy, "What about them? I can do it if I want, they can't control me. ”

I looked at him and said, "I've got your back." Do you know? There is a saying that has always been circulating in my hometown. ”

"What?" Trovic said.

"Beautiful women have been born in Eastern Europe since ancient times." I smiled.

After hearing this, Trovic looked very proud and said, "Then how about I take you to the beautiful woman's house as a guest?" ”

"Okay!"

"Then let's go," Trovic said, immediately picking up his pace and walking forward.