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

Today, the priest was presiding over everyone singing hymns. Suddenly, the door of the church was opened.

Countless Ukrainians armed with sharp knives poured in from the door!

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

He knew that the Ukrainians killed many Hebrews last night, but although the Hebrews were strong, their numbers were very small. There were less than a hundred Hebrews in the entire town.

The Poles are much stronger here, and there are three to four thousand people of all Polish ethnic groups combined.

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

At least, it's much better than the Hebrews.

The priest was certain that these humble Ukrainians would never dare to attack the church.

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

It's not that he's a brave artist, or that he can shape-shift, it's just that he despises him from the bottom of his heart.

The Poles have ruled this place for decades. On weekdays, all Ukrainians 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 has watched all this happen since he was a child. When his temples have turned gray, his contempt for Ukrainians has penetrated deep into his bones.

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

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

Behind them are women, old people and children.

"Kill!" Gerasimov shouted, and countless Ukrainians rushed towards the Poles with various weapons raised high.

Some of these people held bayonets removed from rifles, some held thick wooden sticks, and some simply used kitchen knives at home.

Anyway, after you kill someone, you will get a reward, so a kitchen knife is nothing.

Gerasimov's words were not an order, but the people involved raised their sharp blades in unison, howling crazily and charging towards the Poles.

The resentment that had been accumulated in their hearts for many years has now turned into endless anger, intending to burn the Poles in front of them to ashes.

The Ukrainians went on a killing spree, attacking everyone they saw. Anyone who did not wear an Orthodox insignia was a target.

Seeing the madness of these people, Gerasimov couldn't help but get excited. He really didn't expect that these ordinary Ukrainians would be so ruthless.

They clashed with knives, chopped with axes, kicked with feet, grabbed with hands, and bit with teeth. With full anger, they slashed and killed the Poles.

After many people kill a Pole, they will chop off his head and hold it in their hands, shouting the names of their deceased relatives loudly.

This may be the power of revenge!

If you put them on the battlefield, these people may surrender obediently as soon as the battle begins.

But things are different now. If these ordinary farmers in Warren Town want to do such a thing on a daily basis, they need to undergo strict background checks.

But now they don't care about anything. In their eyes, they can only swing their swords and swing their swords again and again.

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

When they thought of this, their slashes became more powerful.

With hoarse roars and Polish screams, rows of Polish men were chopped down to the ground.

No matter who falls to the ground, countless sharp knives will hit them.

Anyway, no matter where it hits, it just needs to hit the Poles.

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

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

The ground has been splattered with sticky plasma, and people should be very careful when walking on the blood.

The blood was so thick that you could hear a squelching sound when you stepped on the military boots. The soles of the military boots were more like the sound of eating fried dough sticks.

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

But the massacre is not over yet!

After many Polish men died, Polish women, children and the elderly became the targets of these people.

Obviously, they were not satisfied with killing these people.

These people were very patient with the young and beautiful Polish woman, putting the knife on his neck while taking off her clothes.
Chapter completed!