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

As for Warren, let the Ukrainians, Poles and Hebrews fight. They have the advantage in numbers, and they are equipped with weapons. If they can't defeat them, then even if they are exterminated, they can't blame others.

When I woke up the next morning, it was already three o'clock in the morning.

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

"Five Dynasties Rivers, Mountains and Winds"

I went to the cooking class to get two steamed buns, cut a large piece of beef into the middle of the steamed buns, and drank and chewed a bowl of hot rice porridge!

On the playground, Batu was galloping on his horse.

This is a very majestic war horse, its coat is shiny and its four hooves are slender and powerful.

The horse's hooves are as big as bowls and can bring up a large amount of soil every time they run.

Batu had obviously been running for a while, and he had already met Han on his head. But Batu was still happily running around the playground in circles, while Hugjirel beside him was so anxious that he spat.

He also wanted to get addicted to horse riding!

There is no Mongolian who doesn’t like horses. If you say you don’t like good horses, then you don’t deserve to be 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 did the horse come from?" the old monkey said in confusion while chewing steamed buns and beef.

"Your son sent it early in the morning. He said it was Mr. Berg's horse. I couldn't hear clearly what was happening!" Huge Jirel's eyes did not leave the horse with flying hooves throughout the whole process.

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

"Why don't you think about it? There are no Mongolians who don't like riding horses. But our Mongolian regiment is not equipped with a single horse. The tractor is our Ming Dynasty's military horse, but the tractor is not a horse after all."

"It's easy, treat me to a good drink. Let those bastards get you a horse tomorrow. It may not be as good as this horse, but it's still good to ride on.

But let me remind you, it’s okay to ride a horse on our playground. But once you’re outside our camp, don’t ride a horse.

Maybe he will be shot by a bullet that comes out of nowhere!" After the old monkey finished speaking, he took another big bite of the steamed bun.

"You sent people to burn down all the weeds around here. The clear boundary is completely destroyed. How the hell could anyone be there?" Hugjiril turned his head, as if he suddenly remembered that he could help him get it.

horse.

"Brother Hou!

Can you really help me get a war horse?"

"I'll send someone to find Gerasimov later, and he will take care of it. Maybe you will have a good war horse at noon or afternoon."

The old monkey ignored the smiling Hugjiril. This guy was about to turn into a husky.

There were a lot of things piled inside the prefabricated room that was used as a warehouse, and the table was filled with gold and silverware.

Some of them had obvious blood stains on them, and the most serious ones were more than a dozen gold teeth, which looked quite scary.

"Gerasimov said that the food and other things are still being loaded into the truck. They will be delivered later!" Ding San grabbed a scimitar inlaid with gems.

The scabbard of this scimitar seems to be made of gold, with many gems inlaid on it. It is obvious at first glance that it is worth a lot of money.

"Just take it if you like, it's not a big deal. We brothers can still afford this little thing.

What's the point of being a soldier if you can't even think about it." The old monkey casually put 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 cannot be reported.

"We are not short of food either. Let's see if we can exchange the food for something. It would be best if it would be something like gold and silver. If not, antiques or something like that will do.

Find a goldsmith and melt this gold. His grandmother's teeth are so bloody that they look horrifying." The old monkey casually picked up the blood-stained gold teeth.

"Actually, there is no need to go to such trouble. Let them send more livestock and meat poultry to the military camp.

The supplies we save can be directly exchanged for military supplies. Over there, there are people all over the world helping us find cattle, sheep, pigs, chickens, ducks, geese, etc., but it is actually not easy." The old monkey thought for a while, and then thought more deeply.

.

"It doesn't matter how you do it. Anyway, you have the final say and you are still good at these things.

Last night, the Russians raided the police station. After disarming the local police, those bastards began to act unscrupulously.

All the bad things that needed to be done were done, and the rich Hebrews in the town were almost driven out and killed.

Their corpses are either lying on the ground being eaten by wild dogs, or they are hanging on the trees next to the warren, dangling like hanged ghosts.

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

However, the guerrillas did not appear. All those who resisted were the bodyguards of these rich Hebrews. But they were all killed!

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

Overnight, the world turned upside down. Things changed so fast today!" Ding San took out a cigarette, struck a match and lit it.

Just after taking a puff, the old monkey picked the cigarette in his mouth while he was still flicking out the match with his other hand.

"This is the fucking world!

Everything can turn upside down in just a moment!

This is nothing to us. If you have really worked with the young marshal, you will know what a real change is.

We are just children!" The old monkey curled his lips, knowing that what he did was very despicable and cruel.

However, he just chose to do this.

If he had only been a junior company commander in the past, he would never have had such resourcefulness and courage, but now he has everything.

I really learned a lot during my time with the young marshal.

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

"That's not all!

Many people in this world think they are smart, but I know that I am stupid.

I can't beat those guys in the officialdom, not here, not at anything.

I can’t keep up!” The old monkey pointed helplessly at his head.

"Those who know that they are stupid are truly smart. Those who claim to be smart are actually just idiots who wormed their way into the flesh and blood mill." Ding San pressed the yellow button and pulled out the scimitar.

The steel mouth of the scimitar is very good, and it emits a dazzling light under the slanting sunlight.

Ding San put his nose close to the blade!

"It's a pity that such a good sword has never cut anyone." Ding San put the sword back into its sheath, feeling helpless.

"A good knife must be nourished with blood, so why not go out and kill someone?" the old monkey chuckled.

"Go away, I'm not that crazy. This thing is just a trophy.

After leaving, we still have to keep an eye on those guerrillas. I guess those people must be hiding in the woods.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to hide it from the eyes of the local people."

"Then let Gerasimov and the others continue to make trouble. If the Hebrews are making trouble, let the Poles make trouble.

No matter it's a guerrilla or some fucking team, those people always have to eat. After tossing the Poles, making them lose cover, and cutting off their supplies.

Let's see how long they can survive in the forest. If they can't stand it any longer, they will run out on their own.

At that time, let’s see if they can escape from our grasp.”

"Young...! You really look like Tathagata Buddha, hahahaha!" Ding San laughed and pushed the door open and walked out, leaving behind the old fox with a black line on his face.

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The looting last night almost uprooted the Hebrew influence in the small town of Warren.

The mayor and police chief elected by the Hebrews were all hanged in front of the Hebrew church.

However, these thugs still have some limits, at least they have not attacked the church yet.

Although they did not attack the church, the priest inside the church was uneasy. He wanted to escape, but he could not.

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, it has a wide range of churches.

There is an Orthodox cathedral, which is mainly used by Ukrainians. There is a Catholic cathedral, which is the territory of the Poles.

Although the Hebrew church does not have many believers, thanks to the financial support of the wealthy Hebrew people, the church is the most magnificent.

On the contrary, the Orthodox church with the largest number of believers appears to be very dilapidated and crude.

There are already holes in some places on the roof of the auditorium.

If it rains heavily outside, it will rain lightly inside.

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

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

Most Poles are devout Catholics. They do not believe in the Hebrew religion and naturally look down on the Orthodox Church.
To be continued...