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"Yu Niu Lu, it's a Rakshasa person!"

The pro-soldiers were brave enough to say it, but they said it clearly and clearly, and they were also experienced in a hundred battles.

"Rakshasas? Rakshasas, you say? ”

Wu Enqi couldn't believe his ears, but the joy that followed suddenly filled his chest that had just stirred up, and he couldn't help but say a word of nonsense.

"Yes, Niu Lu, Rakshasa people."

The pro-soldier has just arrived, and his new boss is still in the initial stage of "groping service", although he feels that Wu Enqi's sentence is pure nonsense, but he still adds another nonsense.

"Hah! Good! It came at the right time! Where are the enemy forces now? ”

When Wu Enqi heard that the military situation was coming suddenly but as scheduled, he naturally didn't care about punishing this pawn anymore, but instantly turned over and got ready to charge. But for a while, I don't know which direction to catch up.

"Niu Lu, the enemy soldiers and civilians who came to attack were mixed, some old and some young, but there was no artillery, just ordinary equipment such as shotguns, bows and arrows, so the subordinates thought that they were not like regular troops, but they were mistaken. They're boating on the river right now! ”

The soldiers also got on their horses, and pointed to the river bend in the distance in time. In a few short sentences, all the information that the scouts could have was provided.

"On the river?"

Unqi was a little discouraged - his men were all cavalry, and he didn't carry a warship. His subordinates did not lead the craftsmen of the Han army. Not to mention temporary shipbuilding. And even if you build a warship now, there is no time.

"How many of them are? Found we didn't? Wu Enqi calmed down for a moment and continued to ask.

"There were not many people, thirty or forty people, divided into three small boats. They were discovered by the leading scouts in the army, and now the Rakshasas have not yet discovered our army! "The ability of the soldiers to serve the commander is not strong, but the grasp of the battlefield is still remarkable.

"Good! Regardless of whether he is a straggler or a leader of the army, but any Rakshasa bandits, when they come to me, they can only come and go! Spread my military orders, and the flag died down. War Horse Rank. The soldiers walked and followed the enemy for three miles! Don't be surprised! Satisfied, Wu Enqi gave his own orders, and adopted a strategy of "strategic contempt" and "tactical emphasis" that perfectly combined.

"Huh!"

The pro-soldiers really did not ride away, but led the war horse that had already been caged and ran away.

"Brethren. I retired. I don't know what kind of Rakshasa people don't know whether they are alive or dead. Once, you dared to play wild in the place where you were resting! Lao Tzu is going to capture them. Brought to you and sacrificed to your heavenly souls! ”

Wu Enqi solemnly kowtowed three times again, and pressed the Yanling knife on his waist. He lowered his voice and said to a few guards behind him who had not yet gotten up:

"Come with me!"

“……”

Quietly, a group of Qing soldiers came out as a whole......

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Orthodox High Priest Awakum? Petrov, now standing with his head held high in the bow of one of the three small boats, facing the waning sun, as if waiting for the dark judgment, firm and persistent.

Suddenly, an unexpected easterly wind blew, with great force, and the rocking boat shook from side to side. But Awakum stood still, letting the beard on his chest blow in front of him, obscuring the reddish sunset.

Despite being only thirty-five years old, Awakum's bushy beard had long since turned gray, and although the roots were still thick, he already looked like a dying old man.

"High Priest, sit down and rest, for we are still some distance away from the next bend where we can camp!"

Behind him, a Russian soldier dressed as an officer was half-squatting, cautiously reaching out his hand, but he did not dare to rashly support the tall high priest in front of him.

"No, Morozov, if you allow me, please let me stand a little longer. I've been getting more and more fond of the Siberian sunset lately. ”

Avakum didn't look back, even though he spoke politely.

"High Priest, what do you say, stand as long as you want, I'm not a fool sent by those stupid asses in Moscow to embarrass you! I will always be like you, praying with a bow instead of a simple bow! ”

The officer, who was called Morozov, seemed to be touched by the sore spot, and despite the urgency of the ship, he stood up and stood up close to the high priest in front of him, as if he were a guard, not a guard.

Avakum was obviously also moved, and for the first time he looked back at Morozov with relief, and said softly:

"My child, may Our Lady bless you for your piety!" As he spoke, the high priest drew a cross on his chest with two fingers.

"May Our Lady perceive your efforts and bless you with your peace!" Morozov also raised his two fingers and solemnly crossed it.

The actions of these two people are not appreciated by everyone. Not far from the stern of the boat, a junior military officer began to snort roughly, muttering very dissatisfiedly:

"Captain, we should pray from west to east, in the direction of the rising sun, not from east to west in the direction of the rising sun!"

"You! Shut your stinky mouth for Lao Tzu! Do you want to go back to Tomsk and get whipped again? To tell you the truth, when you come to this far East Siberia, you can die on the deserted road at any time! ”

Naturally, Morozov would not tolerate this young Cossack soldier challenging his deferred Orthodox etiquette at this moment, let alone allow his majesty to be challenged in front of these thirty men!

"I ...... Don't be angry, Captain, I was wrong! High priest, beware, too, the boat is in a hurry......"

The reprimanded Cossacks knew that their death was entirely in the hands of Morozov, and as soon as they thought that it would be enough to return to Tomsk and report his words and deeds truthfully, they could not do anything serious, so they hurriedly relented.

Morozov glared at the boy as if he was still puzzled, and seemed to realize that the reminder of "the boat is in a hurry" just now had a deep meaning, and hurriedly turned around and quietly held one of Avakum's arms......

"It's all right, it's too early for Our Lady to summon me to heaven......" Avakum smiled bitterly and continued to look up at the sunset in the distance.

The three of them just had a few simple conversations, but they depicted the differences between Nikon, the current Patriarch of Moscow, and the High Priest Avakum in front of them, concisely and clearly-

Beginning last year, in 1653, Nikita, who had just been elected Patriarch of the Russian Orthodox Church a year earlier? Minoff? Nikon began a series of church reforms, the main ones being: changing prayer from bowing to bowing, using a three-finger cross instead of a two-finger cross, singing hymns (Alleluia) three times instead of twice, and moving from west to east (towards the sun) rather than from east to west (in the direction of the rising and lowering of the sun......

Of course, the disagreements involved in the dialogue between the two men on board were only part of the conflict between the two factions, and Nikon's reforms were just beginning at this time, and as he flourished, Nikon would revise some of the obvious "errors" in the liturgical books according to the Greek text. For example, the Russian spelling of the word "Jesus" was changed from Исус to Иисус, and so on. But now even Awakum doesn't know what Nikon's next move will be.

And all this, which happened to have been "reformed" by Nikon, was insisted on by Awakum, who was a representative of the conservative faction. So, he engaged in a-for-tat struggle with Nikon, and both sides were trying to win the support of Tsar Alexei. It's a pity that at this moment, the tsar is definitely a staunch supporter of Nikon. The struggle between reformers and conservatives resulted in the banishment of Avakum and his entire family, his only eight-year-old son, Siscott, to Siberia last year.

Fortunately, Tomsk, as a place of exile, has not yet been completely annihilated by Nikon's torrent of reforms, and among the local population, especially the military personnel, the traditions of the conservatives for hundreds of years have been relatively intact, and even the priests of the dioceses, who have just been replaced by Moscow, often lose themselves in the snowflakes of Moscow's religious documents, and today they do not know whether the mass they presided over yesterday was right or wrong. As a result, although they were loyal supporters of Moscow, they had to spend a lot of time on the work of asking for instructions and reports, and they did not care much about Avakum under his nose.

(Chapter to be continued)

"A limerick poem? Hidden Head

Reading literature and reading history is only a long breath

I was saying that there was an opportunity back then

The layout is a long-cherished wish

It's hard to come and go

Get up and spend a hundred years

Point out the suffering and diseases of the world

The edge of the town was razed to the sea

Wen'an Wuding happy teardrops (to be continued......)