Chapter 1551 Silent Contest (Part 1)

Malachenko was still waiting, staring at the moment when Varosha brought him the good news.

With the mentality of not leaving until he caught this grandson today, Malachenko found a chair and sat in front of the group of prisoners. While waiting, he could also see with his own eyes whether any of the prisoners had revealed any flaws.

Malachenko had seen many kinds of prisoners, including Wehrmacht prisoners, SS prisoners, cowardly prisoners who were scared to death when they saw the Red Army approaching and thought they were coming to shoot them, and those fanatical prisoners who gritted their teeth and were stubborn until their heads were blown up by bullets. There were many kinds of prisoners.

However, this group of prisoners composed of bandits was the first time that Malachenko had seen them. While looking at this group of people, he couldn't help but feel curious.

"They look harmless. Are they like this when they rob and bully men and women? They must have been crazy for a long time, right?"

The group of people in front of him looked like eggplants hit by frost, all with their heads down. This was the first impression that caught Malashenko's eyes.

But if you think about it carefully, this situation is normal. These grandsons who are used to bullying the weak and bullying the weak know how much they are worth. Now they have no reason not to be afraid.

They say that they are not soldiers and have no backbone. If there is anyone in this group who really knows the whereabouts of the bandit leader, Malashenko is confident that he can interrogate them to get a clear result. Compared with interrogating those fanatical Nazi prisoners of war, it is nothing and not difficult, provided that there is someone in this group who really knows.

"Hmm, which one looks like it has a problem?"

Malachenko, who was interested, muttered to himself, while moving his sharp eyes like a knife tip, scanning back and forth among the group of bandit captives in front of him, trying to find the one who was wrong.

The soldiers of the combat engineer battalion holding AKs surrounded the group of captives and were on high alert, with bullets loaded in the black muzzles. To put it bluntly, if the AK suddenly fired and knocked down two or three unlucky guys, they would only blame themselves for their bad luck, and no one would be responsible for it.

If it was still like this in the case of accidental firing, it would be even more so if someone dared to act rashly. These sensible bandits didn't even dare to move their legs until they were numb from squatting.

"Did you see anything? Did you find anyone wrong?"

Malachenko, who was sitting on a chair, folded his hands in front of his chest and spoke quietly. Ivushkin, who was standing beside him, lowered his head slightly when he heard the words.

"No, not yet. They all look the same, all scared to death. There may be some who are more scared. If there are, we can pick them out and ask them. I mean if."

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Iushkin, who usually has good eyesight, is not so amazing now. Iushkin, who has good eyesight, is not very good at judging people. Malashenko, who shook his head and felt that he had asked in vain, already understood this.

"Hey, it would be great if Comrade Political Commissar was here at this time. He is better at judging people than everyone here."

At this time, Malashenko suddenly missed Comrade Political Commissar and casually sighed and muttered, but at this unintentional move, as his eyes swept across the crowd, Malashenko suddenly saw a detail that was not quite right.

"Huh? What are these bastards doing so close together?"

At the innermost part of the prisoner pile, where it was difficult to reach, Malashenko saw that several prisoners were unusually close together, and the people were very close together, almost leaving no gaps.

Compared with the scattered or at least spaced-out prisoners, the abnormality of these prisoners was obvious.

Standing in such an abnormal position and sneaking around from time to time, there must be something wrong with these bastards!

Malashenko, who was sure that there was something fishy about these prisoners, stood up from his chair without saying a word, turned around and took the AK from the nearest guard and held it tightly in his hand. Such an action directly scared the bandit prisoners in front of him.

"Kill people! The Bolsheviks are going to kill people!!!"

"Don't shoot, don't shoot! I'm just a cook, I'm only responsible for cooking for them, I'm just here to make a living! If you want to kill them, I've never done anything bad!"

"Fuck! What do you mean by killing us? Is your life the only life? You bastard!"

"Don't kill me, don't shoot! We have all surrendered!!!"

Malachenko's action of holding the gun tightly was like pouring a basin of ice water into a hot oil pan, which instantly caused a frying pan.

Some shouted loudly, some knelt down to beg for mercy, and some even peed on the spot in fear. There were all kinds of ugly behaviors.

Seeing such a scene, the surrounding Red Army soldiers were naturally not polite. They punched, kicked, and hit the faces with gun butts. In a few seconds, the bandits who had the faint signs of rioting were beaten to screams.

Seeing that the bandits still dared to shout loudly and refused to shut up after being beaten, the Red Army soldiers, who were getting more and more excited, had no intention of stopping. If nothing else happened, they would probably continue to beat the bandits until they were too tired to shout, and who knew when that would be.

But at this moment, Malashenko, who had been watching this scene coldly, suddenly took action, and his first move was a powerful and ruthless move.

Bang bang bang bang——

A burst of powerful short bursts of gunfire unique to AK suddenly echoed in everyone's ears. The bandits who were frightened by the gunshots stopped making noise one by one and quieted down instantly. Some idiots even lowered their heads to check if there were any bullet holes on their bodies, worried that the bullet just now was aimed at them.

But no matter what the other situation was, the result that Malashenko wanted was indeed achieved, that is, to make these messy bandits like flies in the vegetable market quiet immediately.

"If you don't want to die, stay still! Anyone who dares to make a noise or make a move next time will be shot! Anyone who doesn't believe me can try it. There is no limit on the supply of bullets, and there is plenty!"

Looking at the tall man who just raised his gun to the sky and fired a warning shot, the bandits who were still chattering and making a mess just now dared not even breathe, as if this man would eat them alive immediately if he was unhappy.

"You, you, you, and you, load your weapons and follow me. Iushkin, come here too, and make a way for these prisoners to pass through."