Just two shots.

Buck leaned against the foot of the wall and remained motionless, his ears judging the distance and intensity of the gunshots, and then he saw a large group of young and middle-aged men with guns standing menacingly at the gate of the courtyard, shouting incessantly, but not stepping in, and a tuft of hair on their heads showed their Tartar status.

It's good not to come in, I think it would be a very safe move to come to the mosque in such a religiously religious area, and it seems that Lord Gussef knew this very well, and Buck leaned on there and did not move.

Hearing the gunshots, the men who had gathered in the courtyard and the women on the street outside all got up and huddled together in a panic, and only when they found that these men dissipated silently and hid around to watch.

There was a person who pointed at Buck through the wall of the courtyard more than a person high, and Buck, who was fluent in Turkic or some other dialect, could only understand the occasional word, and knew what it was to insult the infidels, but he got up and sat in the corner of the house again, as long as the other party could not shoot at him with the muzzle of a gun, I don't think he would use a bomb to turn around and throw it at the mosque to blow him up, although this is just an ordinary peasant yard.

But the hand on the back of the waist still silently loaded the Browning high-power pistol, and worse situations than this have been encountered, and Buck did not panic.

Even less panicked was Master Guseff, who didn't show up at all, and another priest came out and stood at the entrance of the courtyard to discuss with these militants, Buck could only shrug his shoulders and continue to relax because he was hiding in a corner where he would not be shot, and he could not see the priest's face, and then he noticed again the man in the corner of the courtyard leaning against the brick in a daze, as if everything that happened around him had nothing to do with it.

After another ten minutes or so, the noisy people at the door temporarily dissipated, and someone in the room brought some food to Buck, maybe it was dinner, you must know that Buck didn't eat at noon, and he didn't pay attention to it at this time, look at the combination of mashed potatoes, meat sauce and pasta cakes, it seemed to taste good, and he was ready to eat, but he caught a glimpse of the man in the corner of the yard, and thought about getting up and bringing his plate of food to the other party first.

Although the other party's clothes were ragged and dirty, his eyes were very clean, and there was no muddy smirk, this was a detail that Buck had observed boringly before, and sure enough, the man smiled and nodded at his actions at this time and began to eat.

Buck went back to the priest and asked for a plate before he began to gobble it up, he was really a little hungry, and he burped before he took out a pack of cigarettes from his coat pocket, and motioned to the man by the brick, who nodded, and lit it.

It seems that foreigners rarely have this kind of smoking, at least Buck has not done this before, and it is only after returning to China, especially after working on the construction site for a period of time, that he has this habit slowly.

But the man kept leaning against the pile of rotten bricks, and didn't get up, and it was not surprising that Buck squatted under the wall and began to nap after smoking, which was his habit, as long as he took a nap even a little bit in the war zone, in order to maintain his energy at all times.

It was already dark, and Master Gusseff came out: "Let's go!" and patted Buck on the shoulder.

Buck stood up and reminded, "It looks like someone out there is calling us heretics." ”

The old priest twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled: "Let's go......"

Buck grimaced, moved the pistol from his back to his lower abdomen through his clothes, and led the way to the old priest in front, followed by two priests, who saluted but were more than half as many as the four or five men who greeted him.

At this time, there were not many people in front of the courtyard of the simple mosque, and Buck habitually glanced at it, those majestic young and middle-aged men were indeed not here, but he didn't have much sense of relaxation, put on his shoes and squatted down to help the old man put them on, and then helped the patriarch to leave, and the eyes around him were locked on them.

Sure enough, this time, as soon as he walked out more than ten steps away, leaving the edge of the courtyard, a group of people suddenly stood up from the intersection and surrounded Buck and the old priest with unkind faces.

Buck gently blocked the old man behind him: "We're here to talk to the priest about things, and now we're going to leave, what's the problem?"

The other party was even more unkind, with an obvious foreign accent in Russian: "The Russians have tortured us for 50 years, and now they want to exterminate us all! You heretics and Russians are in the same group!"

Buck laughed: "It's normal to have complaints and anger, but it's hard to find out who to target first, not to mention that it's all a matter of the previous life, I'm a Ukrainian, and this is also a Ukrainian priest, and I'm here to talk to the priests about things, and it has nothing to do with what you infidels say, let alone the Russians." ”

Buck thought he had said it properly, but who knew that these people around him were about to make a fuss: "It's to show that you're giving up on us!"

"We're not with the Russians right now!"

"This is our land for generations, and we are not going back to Russia!"

"This old priest actually came to persuade us to return to Russia!

Buck looked back at Master Gussef in some surprise, had this old man been talking to the Tatar priests about this for the past few hours?

When did you inadvertently intervene in such peace talks of national faith?

The Patriarch nodded, seemingly acknowledging that this was his purpose, and tapped Buck's shoulder to raise his voice in Russian: "That's right...... I have come to talk to the clergy about this, and I hope that you will give up strife, give up hatred, accept the fact that Crimea will always return to Russia, and that there will be ......peace in this situation."

What the old man wanted to say behind him had been completely suppressed by the cursing that erupted, even Buck could only see his mouth moving, but he couldn't hear the sound, and many people waved their arms and landed their fists on the old man, Buck immediately pounced and reached out to hug Gusseff and leaned against the wall, his shoulders and arms were beaten everywhere, but it was right to choose to lean against the wall at the first time, at least Buck could stretch out his arm to block the front to ensure the basic safety of the two: "After all, what kind of hand to move......" But I still sighed a little in my heart, this old master was still stubborn after all, and let the two of them fight, just to see that these people are not wielding guns now......

Buck's heart was like a mirror, it must have been Lord Gussef who went in to say his attitude, and some of these priests came out to convey the message, so that these people could make a fuss against it, but seeing that Lord Guseff's status was not ordinary, he still didn't want to hurt him by mistake and cause an international incident, so there were only two or three priests sent out later.

Will the Tatars choose to forgive the Russians?

Buck felt that it was as difficult as asking the Chinese to forgive the Japanese.

250,000 Tatars on the island of Crimea, after World War II, in the name of collaborating with the enemy, were sent to Siberia within 3 days to live in Siberia for decades, not to mention that all property was confiscated, thousands of people died on the road alone, and then the water and soil were not adapted, and for various reasons, there were only about 100,000 people in the end, until the collapse of the former Soviet Union, these people fled back from Siberia with great difficulty through various channels, and then all the land and buildings on it belonged to the Russians and Ukrainians, and the Tatars did not have the right to repair houses。

It was only a few years ago that Ukraine gave Tatar settlements in order to divide too many Russians here.

Hundreds of years ago, the Tatars who went to Russia at will to capture people and sell slaves were paid by their descendants, and the debt of blood and tears is simply inexhaustible.

And then it went back to the Russians and continued to become the unlucky bastard of the Russians?

How could these Tatars be willing?

Of course, is Master Gussef wrong?

That's not wrong at all, from a macro point of view, Russia must take Crimea back, this is an important link in the world struggle, a place where soldiers must fight, tens of thousands of local ethnic minority residents are not considered at all, and even Lord Guseff's idea is a bit far-sighted to help Ukraine calm down.

But how can you say this to a group of Tatars when you say it on the rostrum of the international community?

So the old priest is really a bit of an old master......

The surrounding emotions became more and more angry, as if they couldn't fight with the Russians, in the face of such an old man and a young man, they could still vent their evil anger, and Buck saw that there were people waving guns behind him!

This is the simple task that the Golden Eagle Commander said?

Of course, if there were no old people who talked about this point of view, it shouldn't be so bad.