"Where, though?"

Li Yu took a deep breath, the straw under him and the surrounding wooden houses had a musty smell, turned his head to look at the old man Batchelle who was still praying quietly with his eyes closed, stretched out his hand or hesitated, did not interrupt his prayer, just slowly stood up, walked a few steps in the room, came to the window and looked at the buildings and streets outside, and the people walking in all colors.

The buildings were distinctly European, but not Baroque or Gothic, just rudimentary brick and wood houses, though there were occasional concrete buildings, but in Li's eyes, they looked like Russian towns across the Siberian ice sheet across the Heilongjiang River.

Crude but not dilapidated, rough and intimate, Li Yu stood at the dilapidated window, opened the window that was already only a wooden frame, and carefully looked at the buildings outside that clearly had the style of the Russians, and the people who were walking outside, looking at this side with complicated eyes.

"Sure enough, it's crossed..."

Whispering to himself, Li Yu never imagined that he would really cross over, this bloody episode that only appears in novels and film and television dramas. And it doesn't seem to be a world of swords and magic, classical immortals, etc., but it seems to be modern times. If you connect it according to the Soviet red flag and the military uniforms of the three Soviet soldiers, Li Yu is sure that this is a time travel to modern times, and it is the period around World War II!

Raising his head slightly, he squinted his eyes and looked at the four-story building built of cement and concrete not far away, on the flagpole at the top, a huge red flag was fluttering in the wind, with a golden sickle and hammer on it, accompanied by the hollow five-pointed star, he couldn't help but raise his head slightly, subconsciously stood straight in place, stared blankly at the red flag, and slowly checked the memories that gradually appeared in the body's mind.

However, the memories in the depths of his soul are also merging, not only the memories of this body, but in Li Yu's mind, two completely different, but they share the memory of a brain, like clear oil and water, he understands each other, experiences each other, and integrates with each other.

"Don't look, those Bolsheviks won't let us go."

The old pastor Batchelle next to him stopped his prayers, and when he saw Li Yu standing at the window in a daze, he couldn't help but stretch his head over, and looked at him with his gaze, the red fluttering in the wind on the roof made his old eyes a little complicated, he gently reached out and patted Li Yu's shoulder, and lamented softly: "Our class is different from them, they only like the poor and the workers." ”

Since the Ukrainian region was occupied by the Bolsheviks, that is, **, the implementation of collective farms and food rationing, whether it is rights or daily needs, everything is the peasants and workers first, but this division is not only the original big landlords and capitalists have been impacted, their former group of middle-class doctors, teachers, scholars and even priests have been divided into rich peasants and capitalists, and daily life has simply changed dramatically from before.

"All intellectuals, in the eyes of that group of ** people, are unfriendly existences."

Batchel also shook his head slightly, touched his dirty beard, and showed a bitter smile on his face. Of course, he knew his identity, but looking at Li Yu's unwilling appearance, he couldn't help but sigh softly: "God, your glory shines in the sky..."

The Soviet Union supported the workers and peasants, and it can even be said that there were many ruffians who used it to suppress their group of intellectuals, and if they were bored and hostile, they would all be regarded as enemies of socialism, and they would be arrested and pulled by train to the Siberian snowfields, and go to that hellish place to open mines and cultivate farms, which is no different from death.

In the east of the Soviets, in the vast Siberian Plain, even the easiest potatoes could not be grown on a large scale, and in the memory of everyone now, except for the snowstorm in Siberia and the white ice, there may only be sub-zero temperatures with them. Even in that terrible situation, even the guards were reluctant to waste their bullets and whips, because if they were thrown into that winter night, a frozen corpse would appear at dawn the next day.

"But I'm also a **."

Frowning slightly, Li Yu turned his head to look at the bitter old pastor Bacher, and slowly reached out to hold his chest, of course he knew what the situation in the so-called Siberia was. In his previous life, he was stationed in the northeast, and he had already seen what the Siberian cold current was, but now he felt the powerful beating of his heart, and he couldn't help but say to himself: "I also have a red flag in my heart..."

"Poor little Levsky, although you are a **, you are more of a Ukrainian."

Old Pastor Batcher shook his head slightly, he looked at Li Yu's soulless appearance, and thought that this weak young man was frightened by the imminent tragic fate, and couldn't help but sigh softly, looking at the simple and rude building outside the window, especially staring at the red flag at the top, his eyes were filled with hatred that could not be concealed: "That group of Russian ** is destroying our souls!" ”

He took a deep breath, his old face flushed with anger, especially looking at the few figures walking by outside the window, and he couldn't help but bite his old teeth. Those figures in green clothes and even carrying rifles on their bodies, who had already made the town famous, let out a kind of disgust in their hearts, gritted their teeth and cursed slowly: "They will go to hell!" ”

"That's right, they're going to hell..."

Squinting slightly, Li Yu also came to the window, staring closely at the few figures who had walked away, and the touch of army green made his heart beat a few times quickly. But a sour feeling appeared in his heart, and for some reason Li Yu looked at the red flag embroidered with five stars and a sickle and hammer, but tears appeared in his eyes: "This is by no means **, not **..."

The red flag fluttered in his heart, the sickle and hammer appeared in his mind, and the republic of his previous life was still crossed before his eyes, it was a deep memory in the depths of his soul. But Li Yu also clearly knew that the land he was standing on and the air he breathed was completely different from the one in his memory!

"Ukraine? Siberia? Soviet? ”

Gently raising his hand to wipe the tears on his cheeks, Li Yu felt a little ridiculous, because he could still recall his brave leap, and he could recall the horrified looks on the faces of his comrades around him. But Li Yu just lowered his head, with a wry smile on the corner of his mouth, and muttered softly: "It seems that I... Can't go back..."

Li Yu didn't understand why he appeared in this world, and even he could recall the previous exercises of the 39th Group Army, as well as the regiment commander's instructions on the precautions for the exercises.

But just by closing his eyes and opening his eyes, he found that he had come to the era of the former Soviet Union, in Ukraine, and the most ridiculous thing was that he was going to the East again, where he could freeze to death without wearing thick clothes, and he worked hard to grow potatoes!

"God, Stalin, that bastard and scoundrel!"

Old Pastor Batcher pursed the corners of his mouth in despair, but a pair of old eyes couldn't help but moisten, he clenched his fists tightly, looked at the street outside the window, as if he had seen hell, trembling, as if he had felt the cold current of Siberia, and couldn't help but say to himself: "God will punish him!" God will punish him! ”

"Wait? Stalin? Pastor Batchell, who are you talking about? Stalin?! ”

Turning his head suddenly, listening to the familiar name, Li Yu opened his eyes instantly, and his head, which was still dizzy, suddenly felt a burst of clarity, but his fists were also clenched tightly, and he stared at Old Pastor Batcher in disbelief, and even took a deep breath, gasped a few times, and asked repeatedly: "If I heard correctly, you mean Stalin?" The general secretary of the Soviets?! ”

"If it weren't for him, who else could it be..."

Old Pastor Batcher looked at Li Yu's excited appearance, couldn't help but smile bitterly and shook his head, the wrinkles on his face were full of tears, he couldn't help but wipe his dirty cuffs, sat back on the pile of straw, and sighed: "It's that Joseph Vissarionovich Stalin..."

"It's... How... Possible?! ”

Li Yu stood stunned for an instant, he only felt that his mind was like a thunderbolt from the sky, splitting his thoughts like a heavenly palace where a monkey was making trouble. But Li Yu took two steps forward, as if he wanted to say something, but he slowly retreated, standing dumbfounded, his face full of disbelief, for the familiar name, and the memory of the young man named Levsky slowly emerging in his mind, finally slowly sat down on the straw pile behind him, and muttered: "Here, what year?!" ”

Old Pastor Batcher showed a miserable smile on his face, turned his head to look at Li Yu, his old face was full of despair and helplessness, he just shook his head, and couldn't help but laugh nervously: "In 1932, after the birth of the holy Jesus, his faith has been destroyed on the land of Russia... This is already a kingdom of demons..."

“19… In 1932..."

Taking a deep breath, Li Yu turned his head to look at the small town outside the window, as a representative of college students who graduated and joined the army, and he is a history lover, and he has learned a lot of knowledge about World War II as a grassroots non-commissioned officer, Li Yu of course understands what time period 1932 is, he can't help frowning tightly, feeling that his whole body is trembling, and an indescribable feeling is flowing with his memories, just said slowly: "Before World War II..."