"Damn old thing, what do you think you're talking about?! You feudal lackey! God's scum!! ”

The furious roar began to echo throughout the house, the angry roar like the terrible cry of a fat pig, the sound of tearing out of the delicate throat, but like the strong contrivance of an unqualified musician. But the angry scolding really made Li Yu, who was still in a daze, hear it clearly: "This is the world of the Soviets!" Not God's paradise! Do you understand? You scumbag! Scum! Slag!! ”

Shaking his head slowly, Li Yu felt that the sound made his still confused head buzz more and more. Swallowing softly, the dull sound of the human body being kicked in his ears, and the sound of the impact of the heavy fall on the wall, made him open his eyes and look at the corner of the wall with some confusion, an old man was leaning against the wall, trembling and preparing to stand up again.

"This is the land where my Lord used to graze, and it flows with the most devout faith in the Lord."

The old man seemed to be enduring great pain, while holding his stomach, while slowly holding on to the wall to climb up, the pair of dim old eyes were no longer despair and helplessness, only a determination and anger, and the desire for certain beliefs appeared in his gaze, and he also made himself try to stand up straight, trembling stretched out his hand to point to the almost distorted face of the person in front of him, took a deep breath and said loudly: "You devil! Executioner! Those who have been seduced by demons! You will go to Hell because of the sins you have committed! ”

But seeing the angry old man, Li Yu's still dizzy head gradually sobered up, and the countless memory fragments in his brain finally became coherent, looking at the old man's angry and determined face, he couldn't help but squint slightly, because that old man was the old pastor Batchell who was still by his side before!

"Damn old fellow, who do you think you're talking to?!"

An even more angry voice came from the door, Li Yu turned his head, but saw that the fat man who was wearing an earthy yellow military uniform and was tightly strangled by several armed belts was grabbing a long thing behind him directly with his backhand, and as his stubby arm twisted the slender rod-like object in it, a crisp "click" sound suddenly came, and at the same time it was directly aimed at the old priest Batcher, and he shouted angrily: "On behalf of the great Soviets, I will kill you, the damned feudal scum, No one will finish half a sentence! No one! ”

"I believe only in the Almighty!"

The old man's voice seemed to carry the determination to die, and the old pastor Batcher stubbornly raised his neck, looked at the distorted and angry face of the fat man in front of him, as if he was roaring in his throat, and waved his hand heavily: "You can only let my ** be destroyed, but you can't stop my soul from ascending to heaven!" ”

Li Yu's body tensed instantly, staring at the long thing, and the countless memories in his mind instantly followed what he saw, transmitting detailed information into his mind, and making his hands tightly grasp the straw under him, and a certain dangerous aura began to permeate his eyes, he just took a deep breath to keep his body tense.

Because he knew that thing, the simple appearance of the machine tool looked like a mass-produced product. But in the roughness and simplicity, there is also a rough sense of beauty. Li Yu swallowed slightly, looked at the thing that was on his shoulder, and slowly said silently in his heart: "Mosin Nagant rifle..."

"Then I'll let your ** be destroyed! Give your head a taste of the power of bullets! ”

The fat man shouted angrily, his big fat belly trembling with his anger, and his distorted face was bloodshot with bloodshot eyes. But he didn't pull the trigger, but directly reversed the rifle in his hand, and smashed the top of the old priest Batchell's head with the hard butt, he smashed it violently, even if the military hat on his head fell to the ground, he didn't care, just opened the two fat lips and roared angrily: "This is my town!" My Turf! Here is my socialism! ”

The butt of the Mosin Nagant rifle is made of solid wood, and with the weight of the gun, every blow is a real smash, which is not much more than the heavy mallet. The fat man just slammed the old pastor Batchell a few times, and an unnatural flush appeared on the old man's face, and there was a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth.

"No... No... This is the Lamb of the Lord... The kingdom of the Lord..."

Blood directly covered the face of the old pastor Batcher, he didn't even finish his words before he lay on the ground, but he was still struggling to get up, but with his movements, a mouthful of blood instantly gushed out of his mouth, coughing hard, the old pastor Batchel opened his eyes, still straightened his bleeding head and looked at the fat man, and said weakly: "May the Lord... May the Lord forgive you... Your iniquity..."

Taking two deep breaths, the fat man kicked his hat aside with his foot, he reached out and loosened his neckline, but the red five stars on the button made Li Yu on the side couldn't help frowning slightly. But the fat man didn't care at all, just glanced disdainfully at Li Yu, who was sitting up next to him, and the Mosin Nagant rifle in his hand against his shoulder was loaded with a "click", and the notched front sight beloved by the Soviet Union had also directly trapped the blood-covered head of the old pastor Bacher.

"Yes, yes, old fellow, this is your God's territory, and I think you should pray now."

The fat face was already sweat stained with anger, and the fat man gasped for breath in a rough voice, but the black hole muzzle of the Mosin Nagant rifle in his hand was firmly pressed against the head of the old pastor Bachell, as if he was a proud victor, he retracted his fat belly hard, and said slowly and fiercely: "I don't care where your soul goes, but I know that your ** is in my fingers, this is socialism!" ”

"No, this is not socialism ..."

Li Yu's body sat up slowly, he looked at the movements of the fat man, and the gloating appearance of the two soldiers next to him, the countless memories in his mind, and countless teachings, all made him slowly shake his head, and said softly: "This is not socialism... How can this be socialism..."

"Levsky, you damn bedbug! Do you know what you're talking about? ”

The fat man instantly burst out with an angry shout, and the Mosin Nagant rifle in his hand directly turned the muzzle, left the old priest Batchell, who was still struggling slightly on the ground, and aimed it at Li Yu's chest. He took a step forward, raised his two stacks of fat chins, and with disdain and anger in his eyes, he yelled almost word for word: "Tell me, you're there, say something, what?!" ”

"This is not socialism, this is not ..."

Li Yu pressed tightly against the wall behind him, the cold and hard touch made his back tighten, but he lowered his head slightly, slowly shaking as if in denial. Although facing the muzzle of the black hole, Li Yu remembered some fragments and pictures of memory, but he couldn't agree with the words of the fat man in front of him, because he had experienced real socialism, how could he agree to act like this? Li Yu raised his head, looked directly at the two eyes on the fat face, and shook his head firmly in denial: "It's not." ”

With his words, a power that seemed to come from the depths of his soul burst out in an instant. Although it seemed that he was clinging to the wall in fear, Li Yu believed that as long as he pounced, he would directly crush the neck of a soldier next to him, and then snatch the Mosin Nagant rifle and beat the other two soldiers to the ground with the butt.

He could see that these three soldiers who showed off their might were just indiscriminate goods, and they had not received the baptism of the battlefield at all, Li Yu believed that as long as he had a bayonet, he could wipe the necks of the two soldiers closest to him in an instant, and finally inserted the sharp stabbing blade deep into the fat belly of the fat man, and then in the big belly that was tightly strangled by the belt, cut out the internal organs and blood all over the ground!

"Don't do that, oh, that's the biggest mistake!"

But before Li Yu could make a move, the two soldiers who followed behind the fat man rushed over, one of them looked out with some concern, as an accomplice who was embarrassed on weekdays, he quickly touched the fat man's big thick waist, swallowed and said in shock: "Hey, do you know what you're doing?" If the commissar finds out about this, we will be criticized! ”

As he spoke, he hurriedly grabbed the fat man's arm, looked at the distorted and resentful face on his face, and couldn't help swallowing and spitting, he usually didn't dare to interrupt this chief, but remembering the political commissar who had been incompatible with this fat chief's personality almost from the beginning, he shook his head vigorously and advised him: "You know, they will go to the labor camp in Siberia the day after tomorrow!" ”

"Yes, yes, put down the gun, if you kill these two guys, I'm afraid you will have to write a check, or even be dismissed!"

Another soldier also came over in shock, especially looking at the fat man's furious appearance, but he didn't dare to snatch his gun directly in his hand, just patted the fat man's back tremblingly, and quietly pointed to the street outside, and there were already a few people standing because of the angry scolding here, and at the same time whispered over to his ear and said: "Don't be like this, they are going to Siberia to eat cold ice, it's not worth it for these two scum!" ”

It seemed that the admonition of his companion had an effect, and the fat man stared straight at Li Yu, but the muzzle of the gun in his hand that was tightly pressed on the top of Li Yu's head also withdrew with his steps backwards. But the bloodshot in those eyes was still obvious, and he bent down with difficulty to pick up his military hat, and slowly patted the dust stained on the red five stars.

"That's right, that's true, two scumbags, why should I be angry with them?"

There was some kind of distorted resentment written on the fat face, and he turned his head to glance at a figure hurrying by outside the window, but his face was even more angry and distorted. Taking a deep breath, he withdrew the bolt of the Mosin Nagant rifle in his hand, and glanced at the old pastor Batchell who was paralyzed on the ground, and Li Yu, who was leaning against the wall, with a mocking smile on his face, but the tone was as vicious as a fat poisonous snake, and he raised his chin and smiled gloomily: "Two gentlemen, the cold wind in Siberia is quite biting, but I prefer to let you feel the heat of Ukraine before leaving." ”

After speaking, he didn't look at Old Pastor Batcher and Li Yu again, and directly turned his head and strode towards the door, and the two companions also quickly helped the bowled military hat on their heads, glanced at each other and hurriedly followed. But when they locked the door again, the threat and resentment in their eyes could not be concealed.