Buck helped the old man block the fist as much as he could, and he could only block sideways, and the right hand holding the old man had slowly slid to the front of his lower abdomen, and the pistol turned to the front and said that he couldn't pull it out...... Buck was also nerve-wracking, facing the Tatars, who were known for their toughness, and the main force of the Cossacks back then was also Tatars, he didn't think that shooting a warning would scare these people, but what else could he do?

But Master Gussef stubbornly pressed his hand, pulled the young and strong young man behind him, and moved his tall and thin figure forward: "Let go of hatred! Just stay in this beautiful land! Live well......

Poof! A slap in the face of the old priest!

But the patriarch above 10,000 people did not retreat: "Even if it is Allah, I hope you can live a better life, there are countless ways to create a better life, not all of you have to pick up a gun and fight......"

This time it was a stone, Buck saw the shadow, and waved his hand to block it, but in the dim twilight, it still didn't reach it, and the stone hit the old man's forehead, and the blood immediately oozed out!

The old man still didn't even wipe his blood: "You don't have to use force to use force against everything! If someone else uses force against you, is it right for you to treat others in this way?"

This provocative language provoked an increasingly violent reaction, but this did not make Buck feel helpless anymore, only admiration.

Really, Buck's heartfelt admiration!

Because there is something called wind bones in this old man!

Maybe Buck can't say the word "wind and bones", but in the culture of China, it has always been one of the most admirable temperaments of intellectuals, from "the scholar dies for his confidant" to "the scholar does not eat the food that comes", this kind of temperament that most of the literati appears in, which is not only a kind of persistence, but also a kind of faith, this kind of belief is persistent, but also rather bend, a kind of piety in the heart and abide by it for life.

The old priest may believe in God, but he is equally persistent.

Sometimes Buck believes in a sleek way of survival, as if on the battlefield, concealment and detour are his fighting style, and there is no shortage of such attitudes in life.

But in his bones, Buck admires such a person.

Stretching out his arms in front of the old man, Buck shouted with all his might, "Stop! Stop...... He is for your own good! Who are you fighting with this little fighting power? Who can you beat? For the sake of your wives and children, can't you give you a quiet living environment? Don't you just want to take a shortcut to get rich while you are fighting? Go to Donetsk and have a look, there are now corpses all over there, and you have to beat your homeland to the ground? Live! Live well, make your nation and homeland strong and beautiful, and change it with labor! Instead of using force to ...... it?"

For Buck, who has always been accustomed to pulling out guns and fighting, this is almost yelling at himself, but obviously, it is useless, those angry Tatars seem to only have the idea of picking up guns to fight for their own interests, and Buck has even seen some people point their guns at them!

The old man on his back did not yell anymore, but began to recite ...... Bible softly!

Buck couldn't laugh or cry, when was this!

He finally reached into his shirt and held the pistol, as long as the muzzle of the opponent's gun dared to pull the trigger at him, it was impossible to say that there was only a desperate fight!

At this moment, a slow voice suddenly came from overhead: "Are these two gentlemen wrong? Aren't you instigated by someone to dance with guns and sticks all day long, and don't you want to be a shield for others?"

Buck was startled, and when he looked up, the sky on the beach was dark, because the sea was brighter than the inland, and there were lights in the villages and towns, so that he could see the face on his head clearly in the afterglow, this face lying on the wall, wasn't it the ragged man who shared cigarettes with him after dinner?

The man who had been leaning against a large pile of bricks in the corner of the fence looked like he was standing on that pile of bricks now, not very loud or excited, but miraculously, everyone at the scene was quiet, and the people in front of Buck were still muttering, but they definitely didn't wave their arms vigorously to set off the atmosphere, but looked left and right with their eyes floating.

Just because you just shared a cigarette, you can get such a courtesy?

Buck was a little surprised, and he couldn't believe it, and such a man sitting on a brick had such status and ability?

The Patriarch, who also looked up, was not surprised: "Smolov, aside from religious arguments, I hope you can better guide your faith and your people to a better future...... His tone seemed to wash away the excitement just now, and he calmly pulled Labak away.

It turns out that you still know the old priest?

Buck tried to help the old priest walk out, but the crowd didn't move.

The man known as Smolov spoke: "Others are really for your good, and you can not accept it, but you can't treat good people like this, Tilomov, don't you understand that the Ukrainians have found you and instigated you to fight with the Russians, just to let us Tatars come out and mess up Crimea, and they will reap the benefits of fishermen?"

The face of a middle-aged man in front of Buck, who was obviously in the lead, changed suddenly: "That's not ......"

The man standing on the brick stretched out his arms: "What's going on? Ukrainians know that they can't fight the Russians at this time, and they deliberately incite you, do you think the ...... you organized?"

Burst!

Smolov's speech was interrupted by the sound of an airsoft gun, and the man standing on the wall in the night was so conspicuous, but at the same time became the most conspicuous target.

The body shook, and he was about to lean forward and roll out, but the man in ragged clothes pushed his hands against the wall: "Let ...... They go, please think about it with your brains, we and the Russians are bloody, who will benefit......" Before he finished speaking, his body fell backwards, and a lot of anxious voices inside seemed to catch him: "Smolov! Smolov?"

The gunshots weren't nearby, but more like somewhere around the town, and everyone was quiet, looking around, as if hoping to find the man who fired the shot,

Buck saw that the man seemed to be shot in the shoulder, and shouted, "Stop the bleeding first......!"

I don't know if it was because of Smolov's words before he fell, or because of Buck's instinctive reminder from the doctor, the originally passionate Tatars in front of him silently moved out of the way.

There was no first-aid kit at hand, and Buck thought about it but still didn't turn around and go in for treatment, helping the old priest to walk out without saying a word.

Somewhat unexpectedly, and unexpectedly, the white van, which had traveled thousands of kilometers from Belarus, was overturned, smashed glass, smashed the door, stripped off the tire, and completely turned into a pile of scrap metal and threw it in the place where it had just stopped.

Buck looked at the crowd gathered not far behind him, but he went over and took out the night vision device from the passenger glove box, and then removed the dash cam on the rearview mirror, which was actually always on, and shrugged at the old priest: "Let's go back to Ukraine......"

The old man smiled.