Chapter 1552 Silent Contest (Part 2)

Separate the group of prisoners to create a path that people can walk through, just like in the subway station during the morning rush hour, there will be staff to separate the crowd to create a path that at least people can walk through.

The reason for this order is naturally because Malashenko wants to go in and see what is going on.

If someone else does this, Malashenko will not be at ease. Only by confirming it with his own eyes can he see it with his own eyes.

This is what Malashenko thought, and of course he did it.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!!! Do you want to be shot? Get out of the way!"

"Get out of the way, back off! Didn't you hear me telling you to back off? Get out of the way immediately!"

The soldiers who received the order from the division commander were very efficient in executing it. They directly used coercive means, pushing, shoving and kicking to make a path for the prisoners, and only stopped when Malashenko raised his hand to indicate that it was okay.

Malashenko's target was very clear and there was only one, which was the few sneaky guys he had just seen, who were obviously not normal when they gathered together. So it was enough to clear the way in the crowd until we got to these guys. There was no need to waste energy and effort to go further.

"Maintain order. If there is any suspicious movement, shoot and kill immediately without warning! Stay alert!"

The bandits, who were already frightened, dared not move again after hearing this. Anyone who was well-informed knew how terrible the man named Malashenko was. Playing tricks in front of him was simply courting death!

The burly soldiers held their guns tightly and stared at the trembling captives in front of them. Malashenko led Iushkin, who was following behind him, along the path opened up in the pile of captives to the captives he cared about.

"Are you talking in private or are you gathering together to discuss what you want to eat for dinner? Hmm? Why are you standing so close to each other!? Didn't you listen to the rules I just told you? Or are you tired of living and want to die?!"

Malachenko started by scolding them. The main reason for doing this was to see how these people would react under pressure. This was actually a small test.

The more guilty people are, the less they can stand the test, especially when they are timid and afraid. Malachenko is sure that this trick should be useful.

"Hey, hey, it's nothing, sir. We are just gathering together to keep warm and block the wind. Look, this guy you dragged out of the barracks didn't even wear a coat. It's really cold when the wind blows. After all, no one wants to catch a cold and get sick in such a cold weather."

""

Malachenko didn't say anything directly, but glanced at the rather slick guy in front of him in a noncommittal state, and then shifted his gaze to look at the "brothers" behind him, grinned, and then raised his hand and pointed at someone and spoke.

"No coat? Then what are they wearing? Are you blind?"

The prisoners standing in the front did not have coats, but the ones behind them were not only wearing coats but also cotton coats. The guy who was facing Malachenko face to face obviously made a temporary and unreliable excuse without observing the situation in detail.

And the existence of excuses and lies is often to cover up the truth. Malachenko felt that he was getting closer and closer to the answer he wanted.

"Name, age, and position!"

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"Igokov, 36 years old, position is to help find solutions, in the army it's called a staff officer, I guess."

Malachenko's question was answered without hesitation. This guy named Igokov is probably a frequent liar. At least Malachenko couldn't detect any flaws from his facial expression when he spoke. Such slick and habitual liars are often the most difficult to deal with, just like loaches in a mud pond, slimy and slippery, and very difficult to catch.

It would be difficult to find any breakthrough in this guy for a while, and Malachenko, who had no extra time to waste, turned his attention to the other people.

The people standing behind Igokov looked quite ordinary. Whether it was their dress, the shabbyness of their clothes, or their facial expressions, they were just the most basic soldier bandits in the bandit's nest.

Malashenko just stood there and glanced, and these people were so scared that they trembled instantly as if they were electrocuted, or even took a half step back.

Using fear or dread as a breakthrough point, Malashenko felt that this was a good choice to get close to the truth, and his eyes were immediately placed on the person who looked the youngest and was the most afraid of his own timidity.

"Hey, don't be afraid, how old are you this year?"

Unlike the angry expression just now, Malashenko's Sichuan opera-like face-changing speed now directly turned into a warm spring breeze.

"I, I, I am 19 years old this year."

"Oh? 19 years old, why do you want to be a bandit at the age of 19? Why are you standing so close to these guys?"

While getting close to him, he casually raised a slightly minor question, making the still childish captive in front of him feel that he was just talking casually and not interrogating him specifically. Malashenko had reason to believe that this would bring good results.

"I, I'm not a bandit! I was captured by them! They made me chop wood, boil water, cook, carry manure, and do all kinds of work for them, and only gave me the worst and rotten food to eat! I miss my mother so much, how sad she must be alone, I just want to go home, wooah——"

He burst into tears on the spot before he finished speaking, which was beyond Malashenko's expectation.

However, Malashenko did not intend to speak, because the boy's hesitant look clearly showed that he had not finished speaking.

"I don't know why I have to stand here. They pulled me from the back to stand here, and I was not standing here originally. It's already crowded, why do we need to squeeze another person? I don't understand why so many people have to stand in the same place. If the floor is made of wood, it will collapse."

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The boy complained while crying and wiping his tears. It is difficult to associate the word "bandit" with such a person. Malashenko, whose facial expression could not tell what he was thinking, seemed to be thinking about something at this moment, but the slick Igokov just interrupted at this time.

"Sir, how can a child tell you important news? If you want to know something, you might as well ask me. I know some details."

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Malachenko still did not answer or comment. He lowered his head and stared at the ground under his feet, wondering what he was thinking.

After half a minute, Malachenko finally caught the flash of inspiration and took it back. He stretched out his hand and made a simple gesture, and asked quietly.

"You just said that if the ground here is made of wood, it can be stepped on and collapsed, right?"