Warren was very noisy that night, but the old monkey slept surprisingly well.

Warren's affairs, let the Ukrainians and Poles and Hebrews fight. The number is superior, and he has been equipped with weapons, and if he can't beat others, then even if he is wiped out, he can't complain about others.

When I woke up the next morning, it was already three poles of the sun.

After a long time in the war zone, the discipline of the officers will naturally be a little lax. It is really unusual for him, the chief of staff, not to participate in the morning exercises.

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I went to the cooking class and took two steamed buns, cut a large piece of beef and sandwiched it between the steamed buns, and took a bowl of hot rice porridge while sucking and drinking, while chewing!

On the playground, Batu was galloping on horseback.

This is a very divine horse, the coat color is shiny, and the horse's four hooves are slender and powerful.

The horse's hooves with a large bowl mouth can carry a large canopy of dirt with every run.

Batu had obviously been running for a while, and his head had already met Han. But Batu was still happy to run around the playground one after another, and Hugejirile next to him was so anxious that he spittle.

He also wanted to be addicted to horseback riding!

There is no Mongolian who does not like horses, and if you say that you don't like good horses, then you are not worthy of being called a Mongolian.

But the problem is that there is only one war horse, and only one person can enjoy it at a time.

"Where's the horse?" The old monkey chewed on steamed beef in his mouth and said unclearly.

"Your son sent it early in the morning, saying that it was Master Berg's horse. I can't hear it clearly! Hugjirile's eyes did not leave the war horse with hooves flying all the time.

"Want to ride a horse?" The old monkey squatted on the edge of the playground and drank a large mouthful of rice porridge.

"Why don't you want to, how can there be Mongolians who don't like to ride horses. But our Mongolian regiment is not equipped with a single horse, the tractor is our Ming military horse, but the tractor is not a horse after all. ”

"Okay, please give me a good drink. Let those bastards get you one tomorrow, maybe not this horse, but it's still good to ride.

But let me remind you, it's okay to play on horseback on our playground. But once you're out of our camp, don't ride a horse.

Maybe you'll be shot by a bullet that came out of nowhere! After the old monkey finished speaking, he took another big bite of the steamed bun.

"The wild grass around here has been burned by you, and the shooting boundary is a clear collapse, how the fuck will there be people." Hughgiril turned his head, as if suddenly it occurred to him that he could help him get his horse.

"Brother Hou!

Can you really help me get a warhorse? ”

"I'll send someone to Gerasimov in a moment, and he'll do it. Maybe at noon, in the afternoon you will have a good war horse. ”

The old monkey ignored the smiling Hugjirile, who was about to turn into a husky.

There are a lot of things piled up in the prefabricated room, which was used as a warehouse, and the table is full of gold and silverware.

Some of them have obvious blood stains on them, and the most ruthless ones are more than a dozen gold teeth, which are quite terrifying to look at.

Gerasimov said that grain and other things are still being loaded. I'll get it later! Ding San grabbed a gem-encrusted scimitar.

The scabbard of this scimitar seems to be made of gold, and it is inlaid with many precious stones, which at first glance is worth a lot.

"If you like it, it's not a big deal. Our brothers can afford this little thing.

When you return to the army, you can't even get a little thought, so what's the point? The old monkey casually stuffed the scimitar into Ding San's hand.

Ding San didn't refuse, he knew that the old monkey had done this kind of thing a lot.

What is on the table, it is impossible to report.

"We are not short of food, let's see if we can exchange food for something. It's best to have something like gold and silver, or antiques if you don't have it.

Find a goldsmith and dissolve the gold. His grandmother's, blood-stinging and hula-hula, looked mad. The old monkey casually pulled at the blood-stained gold tooth.

"Actually, there is no need to be so troublesome, let them send more livestock and meat and poultry to the barracks.

The supplies we save can be exchanged directly for military supplies. On the military side, it is not easy for the whole world to help us find cattle, sheep, pigs, chickens, ducks and geese. The old monkey thought about it, and pondered it a little deeper.

"It's okay to do it anyway, anyway, you have the final say, and you're still up to you in these things.

Last night, the Russians raided the police station. Disarmed the local police, the bastards began to run wild.

All the bad things that should have been done were done, and the Hebrew rich people in the town were almost wiped out.

Their bodies were now either lying on the ground and being eaten by wild dogs, or hanging from a tree next to Warren, dangling like hanged ghosts.

The head of Heidelberg, the richest man, was cut off and thrown at the door of the Hebrew church.

But the guerrillas did not appear, and all the revolts were the bodyguards of these Hebrew tycoons. But they were all killed!

The police officers in the police station are now in prison. The prisoners in the prison are now guards of the police.

Overnight, the world turned upside down. It's been a quick day! Ding San took out a cigarette, struck a match and lit it.

I just took a puff and my other hand was still shaking off the firestick. The cigarette in his mouth was picked up by the old monkey.

"That's the fucking world!

Turning the clouds and raining is a matter of an instant!

We're nothing, if you really work by the young marshal's side, you know what it means to be a real upheaval.

Let's this, pediatrics! The old monkey pouted, he knew that what he was doing was very bad and cruel.

However, he chose to do so.

If it was before, it was just when he was a small company commander. He would never have had that kind of resourcefulness and courage, but now he has everything.

During the days by the young marshal's side, I really learned a lot of things.

"That's why you don't want to be an official?" Ding San played with the scimitar in his hand and looked at the old monkey.

"It's not all because of that!

Too many people in this world think I'm smart, but I know I'm stupid.

I can't play those guys in officialdom, I can't do it here, I can't do anything.

Can't keep up! The old monkey pointed helplessly to his head.

"If you know you're stupid, you're smart. Those who claim to be smart are actually fools who have drilled into the flesh mill themselves. Ding San pressed the taut yellow and pulled out the scimitar.

The steel edge of the scimitar is good, and it shines brightly in the oblique sunlight.

Ding San leaned his nose closer to the blade of the knife!

"It's a pity, such a good knife has never cut anyone." Ding San withdrew his knife from the scabbard, a little helpless.

"Good knives are all raised with blood, what's the matter, go out and kill someone?" The old monkey laughed evilly.

"Fuck off, I'm not that crazy. This thing is just a trophy.

Gone, you have to keep an eye on those guerrillas. I guess those people must be hiding in the woods.

Otherwise, it would not have been possible to hide even the eyes of the locals. ”

"Then let Gerasimov and them continue to make trouble, and if the Hebrews are dead, they will make trouble with the Poles.

It doesn't matter if it's a guerrilla or a fucking team, those people always have to eat. After tossing the Poles, leaving them without cover and cutting off their supplies.

See how long they can survive in the woods, and if they can't stand it, they will run out on their own.

At that time, see if they can escape our grasps. ”

"Young ......! You really look like a Buddha, hahahahaha! Ding San smiled and pushed the door and walked out, leaving an old fox with a black line on his face.

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Last night's looting had almost uprooted the Hebrew forces in the small town of Warren.

The mayor and sheriff, who had been elected by the Hebrews, were all hanged in front of the Hebrew church.

But these thugs still have some bottom line, at least they haven't stormed the church yet.

Although they did not storm the church, the priest inside the church was uneasy. He wanted to escape, but he couldn't.

There are people all around, and as soon as you step out of the church door, the consequences are unpredictable.

Although it is a small town, there are many churches in total.

There are Orthodox cathedrals, which are mainly used by Ukrainians. There are Catholic cathedrals, which are Polish territory.

The Hebrew church, though not too many believers. However, with the financial support of the Hebrew rich, the church was built in the most magnificent way.

On the contrary, the Orthodox church, which has the largest number of believers, looks very dilapidated and shabby.

The roof of the auditorium has holes in some places.

It rains heavily outside, and it rains lightly inside.

Despite this, devout Orthodox Christians come here every Sunday to celebrate Mass.

Poles, on the other hand, go to the Catholic church for Sunday.

The Poles were mostly devout Catholics, who did not follow the religion of the Hebrews and, naturally, looked down on the Orthodox Church.

They firmly believe that the Virgin Mary is the true God of their lives.

Today, the priest is presiding over the singing of hymns. Suddenly, the doors of the church were opened.

Countless Ukrainians with sharp blades poured in from the door!

"What are you doing?" The priest shouted angrily.

He knew that the Ukrainians had killed a lot of Hebrews last night, but the Hebrews, although strong, were few in number. There were less than a hundred Hebrews in the whole town.

The Poles are much stronger here, and there are three or four thousand people of all Polish ethnicities combined.

This population ratio is a force in a small town with a population of just over 20,000.

At least, much better than the Hebrews.

The priest was sure that these lowly Ukrainians would never dare to storm the church.

Faced with the large number of Ukrainians, the priest was furious.

It's not that he's bold and bold, it's not that he can transform and deform, it's just because he looks down on him from the bottom of his bones.

The Poles have ruled here for decades, and on weekdays, Ukrainians and Poles have to salute the Poles.

Even if he was bullied by the Poles, he could only knock out his teeth and swallow the blood in his stomach.

The priest watched all this happen since he was a child, and by the time his sideburns were already gray, the contempt for Ukrainians had gone deep into his bones.

Although facing a group of strong Ukrainian men, the priest still roared and became filial.

The faithful behind him stood up one after another, and the men gathered around the priest, forming a barrier.

Behind them were women, old people and children.

"Kill!" Gerasimov shouted, and countless Ukrainians, with all sorts of blades held high, rushed towards the Poles.

Some of them carried bayonets removed from their rifles, some carried thick wooden sticks, and some simply used kitchen knives at home.

Anyway, after cutting people, you will also have a reward, and a kitchen knife is nothing.

Gerasimov's words were not orders, but those involved raised their blades in their hands and rushed towards the Poles with a frenzied howl.

The resentment that had been building up in their breasts for years had now turned into an endless rage that wanted to burn the Poles in front of them to ashes.

The Ukrainians are slashing and slashing, attacking everyone they see. Those who did not wear the Orthodox insignia were all targeted.

Gerasimov couldn't help but get his blood surging when he saw the madness of these people. He really didn't expect that these ordinary Ukrainians would be so ruthless.

Knives cracked, axes slashed, feet kicked, hands clawed, teeth bitten. With full of indignation, they slashed and slaughtered the Poles.

After killing a Pole, many people would chop off his head and hold it in their hands, shouting the names of their deceased relatives.

This may be the power of revenge!

If they are thrown into battle, they may surrender as soon as the battle begins.

But now it's different, these ordinary farmers in Warren Town. If you want to do such a thing on a daily basis, you need to do a strict background check.

But now everything is gone, and in their eyes, they can only swing the knife and swing the knife again.

At this moment, their minds were reminded of their relatives who had been killed by the Poles.

The thought of this makes their slashes even more powerful.

Amid the hoarse roars and the screams of the Poles, rows of Polish men were cut to the ground.

As soon as anyone fell to the ground, countless sharp blades beckoned to them.

Anyway, no matter where it is cut, as long as it is cut on the Poles.

The priest was immediately beheaded by Gerasimov's long knife.

Now the head is rolling around on the ground like a leather ball.

The ground was already splattered with viscous blood, and people walked very carefully on the blood.

The blood was so thick that you could hear the sound of pulling when you stepped on it. The soles of military boots are more like the sound of eating fried fritters.

Even many people's military boots can leave clear footprints on the ground.

But this massacre is not over yet!

When Polish men died, Polish women, children, and old people became the targets of these people.

Obviously, they are not content to kill these people.

To the young and beautiful Polish woman, these people were very patient, holding the knife to his neck and undressing her.