"Father, I''m guilty."

    In a tavern called bull, Cherchen said to father sparsokucktsky. After saying that, he may feel that he finally spoke out in his heart, and Cherchen breathed again.

    "Hmm? What are you talking about?" father spasokuktsky asked again, as if he hadn''t heard clearly. By that time, the priest had eaten his third glass of beer.

    So, Che Chen said what he had just said again.

    This time, the priest heard it. So father sparsokuktsky took off his drunkenness, straightened up and put on a holy face.

    "My child," spasokucktsky said, "God will forgive you. Amen."

    With that, father sparso kuytsky''s holy face quickly fell off. He poured himself another glass of beer, picked up the glass and drank it, becoming an alcoholic.

    Well, that''s it? I haven''t said my sin yet!

    Before the meeting, the priest was so pompous that Chechen couldn''t help dripping a cold sweat.

    "Father, I haven''t said my sin and repentance yet," Chechen reminded Spaso kuczky.

    After Chechen''s reminder, the drunkard priest seemed to think of such a step. So he put down his glass again, changed his face and prepared to listen to Chechen''s confession.

    So Chechen was ready to confess all his words to God.

    But at this time, the door of the tavern was pushed open and made a loud noise. Then a large group of people rushed in from the door. And the leader, Chechen, also met, was Oleg, a Cossack officer who was abused by fiordo at the banquet.

    Oleg also saw Chechen. Although he didn''t know Chechen''s name, he also remembered that the half child was also the guest of the party that day, as if he were a mercenary. So he went to the table where Cherchen and father sparsokucktsky were sitting.

    "Hey, boy. We met. At that old bastard''s party," Oleg said contemptuously, kicking away a bench and putting one foot on the edge of the table.

    "You may recognize the wrong person. I haven''t attended any old bastard''s party." although I know that the old bastard in Oleg''s mouth refers to the mayor of fiordo, Oleg''s arrogant attitude is very annoying to Chechen; Second, as his employer, even if Fyodor did too much, he couldn''t call him "old bastard". So Chechen and Oleg played a word game.

    "Don''t play dumb for me. You''re with them. Don''t think I don''t know." Oleg picked up a glass on the table and smashed it on the table. The scattered liquid even splashed on Chechen and the priest''s face.

    "You spilled your wine, sir." this time, Chechen was really confused. He didn''t understand that he wanted to help Oleg at the party that day, although he didn''t help much in the end. But even if he didn''t appreciate it, he found his own fault now.

    Pop. Oleg slapped the table with his glass again. This time, the wine splashed higher. Chechen felt that there seemed to be a light rain on his head.

    The Cossacks next to him laughed like a joke.

    Now, Chechen can''t bear it. He stood up and put his hands around his waist. I touched it, but it was empty. It turned out that he was in a hurry to go out today. He actually left "hummingbird" in his residence.

    "What''s the matter? Boy, do you want to fight?" Oleg and his Cossack companions also found that Chechen was unarmed. They were more presumptuous. Oleg even raised his fist with yellow hair like a wine jar.

    "Boy, do you want to smell it?"

    At this time, father sparsokuktsky, who had been silent nearby, raised his head and put his nose up.

    "I smell death," said the priest, after sniffing a few times.

    "Have a sense"

    Before Oleg''s word "goods" was exported, the priest had severely lifted the tail of the long gun behind him, and then hit Oleg heavily on the chin.

    The blow made Oleg stagger. His body lost its balance and went back several steps. Oleg would have fallen to the ground if his companions had not helped him.

    "It''s a pity that the one who died was the master of the fist." father spasokuktsky held the middle of the gun, pointed the gun head at the Cossack in front of him, and then turned to Cherchen:

    "Child, Jesus said if someone hits you on the left face."

    "Then you put your right face out to fight him," Chechen said.

    But what''s wrong with that on this occasion?

    "No, the second half of the sentence is: even the other party''s right face." the priest smiled at Cherchen.

    "Yes." Chechen nodded vigorously. He grabbed two empty wine bottles on the table and used them as weapons.

    The others in the tavern, seeing that there was a big fight immediately, had already rushed out of the door.

    "Go away," Oleg pushed aside the Cossack beside him. His chin was red and swollen and his nose was bleeding.

    "I''ll come alone." Oleg wiped the blood on his nose, which made his face stained with blood, even more terrible.

    "Ah." father spasokuktsky saw Oleg jump up and stabbed a long gun at his throat.

    But the priest''s gun is fast, and Oleg''s hand is not slow. When the tip of the gun was less than half an inch from his throat, Oleg''s left hand grabbed the handle of the gun. At this point, it is difficult for the gun tip to move forward.

    "Something that doesn''t kill."

    With great strength, Oleg broke the long gun off his throat bit by bit. He raised his right fist and waved it at the priest''s temple.

    This punch is very powerful. Even if Chechen''s wine bottle hit Oleg''s head, it didn''t affect its speed at all.

    No way, father sparsokuktsky had to let go of his hands holding the body of the gun.

    Although he escaped a blow, the environment faced by Cherchen and the priest was worse than just now. There were no weapons on their hands, and Oleg was as safe as a man despite a blow to the head. He pulled out a dagger from his waist with a ferocious smile and shook it twice in front of them.

    Although Oleg still had a saber at his waist, Oleg didn''t intend to use it. He was hit twice in a row, and Oleg''s beast was inspired. Now he just wants to torture these two people slowly.

    Chechen and father sparsokuktsky retreated step by step, and soon retreated to the wall. There was no way to retreat.

    "Father, I''m sorry," Chechen said to spasokuktsky. He thought it was his fault that got the priest involved.

    "It''s God''s will, my child. And thank you for your wine. I haven''t had such a good time for nearly half a year." Spaso cooktsky didn''t think much of Chechen''s apology. He was still interested in thanking Chechen for inviting him to drink.

    "Go to hell if you have something to say." Oleg saw that the two men were still so calm when they were dying. In his anger, he waved a dagger at Chechen''s throat.

    A splash of blood. Oleg''s dagger was mercilessly inserted into kerchen''s arm - at the critical moment, kerchen blocked the fatal blow to his throat with his hand.

    "Does this boy dare to block?" Oleg couldn''t see a trace of pity on his face. He smiled and said to the Cossacks around him. Then he ordered someone to drive sparso kuktsky so that he could concentrate on playing with the little guy in front of him.

    "Blame your Spanish captain, boy." Oleg grabbed Cherchen, who fell to the ground in pain, and said something.

    Then, a saber smeared Cherchen''s neck.

    "Stop it," an old voice shouted.