Chapter 1738 Meeting a Fellow Villager on the Battlefield

"Hey, there's a live one here! You, I'm talking to you! German, damn fascist! Put your hands up, quick!"

The bayonet directly below the muzzle flashed with a cold and sharp edge, and the narrow curved magazine left no doubt that this latest Kalashnikov assault rifle would be enough to turn any flesh and blood in front of it into a hornet's nest and kill it on the spot as soon as it fired.

The Red Army soldier holding a steel gun spoke a slightly stiff German and shouted loudly at the half-collapsed anti-artillery cave. He was sure that he saw a dark shadow flashing in the remaining half of the dark cave.

But unlike before, there was no familiar shouting and screaming from the Germans in the cave, and no mechanical friction sound of wiping guns and loading bullets came from the cave. The dark half of the anti-artillery cave was so quiet that it was weird.

"Last chance! The fascists in the cave, get out now!"

The impatient Red Army soldiers were already slightly tightening their grip on the trigger, ready to fire at any time. Repeating the call twice was already the most they could do to the fascist diehards, and there was no need to repeat it a third time.

But the Red Army soldiers, whose nerves were already stretched to a straight line, would never have thought that the voice coming out of the cave would be in Russian, which sounded extremely awkward and did not sound like Russian at all.

"Don't shoot, don't shoot, I'm coming out. I'm not a fascist, nor a German. Please don't kill me, I'm coming out right now."

From the half-collapsed anti-artillery cave, there was actually a hunched figure with his hands raised and slowly walked out.

What was surprising was that this dishevelled young man, who was wearing tattered coarse clothes, not military uniforms, and whose clothes could no longer be seen, actually had an Asian face with yellow skin and black eyes.

"Stop, don't move! Who are you? Mongolian? Or Kazakh?"

Both his clothes and this special face silently explained something obvious.

He would never be a member of the German army. The German army, where racism was rampant, had never heard of Asians with yellow skin and black eyes. Such people were generally called "monkeys" by the German head of state. It was obviously unorthodox and undesirable to let the "expensive" Aryans fight side by side with "monkeys".

There were Asian faces with yellow skin and black eyes in the Red Army, and there were quite a few of them. There were a considerable number of Kazakhs and Mongolians fighting in the Red Army. This was no longer a rare thing and everyone knew it.

The Red Army soldier holding an AK and keeping a high level of alert felt that he had guessed the truth. The guy in front of him was probably a captured prisoner who was captured by the Germans and worked for these fascists. The skin on his body doesn't look like something that the Germans would look up to. Don't expect to be given a gun to join the battle. At most, he is just a coolie.

Although strictly speaking, they may have been comrades under the same flag, the "traitor" who surrendered to the enemy is still worthy of vigilance.

The Red Army soldier who was on guard did not put down his steel gun and was about to say something else, but at this moment, a heavy steel body with a roar passed by.

"Huh? What's wrong with this man?"

Malachenko, who was half drooping outside the turret, happened to pass by and found something wrong at the first glance. This unknown man with tattered clothes and an Asian face immediately attracted the attention of Comrade Lao Ma.

"What's the situation? Who is this person?"

Malachenko's brief question went straight to the point. The Red Army soldier holding the AK in his hand recognized that the man on the turret was Comrade Division Commander at a glance.

After confirming that there were other comrades around with their guns pointed at the unknown prisoner, the soldier who temporarily put away the steel gun in his hand immediately saluted.

"Report to the division commander, this is the prisoner I just captured. I guess he may be one of our people who was captured by the Germans as a coolie, or he is one of our civilians. I haven't had time to ask him in detail. Anyway, he is not a German."

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Hearing this, Malashenko did not continue the conversation, as if thinking about something, and then refocused his eyes on the unidentified prisoner, scanned him up and down again, and then asked.

"Where is your hometown? What's your name? Why are you with these fascist running dogs?"

Curious Malashenko just wanted to know where the man in front of him came from, but he never expected that the following answer would almost make him slip his waist, and he almost fell back into the car from the turret.

"Report, I am Chinese, my hometown is Qiqihar, Heilongjiang, my name is Ren Dagui. I was caught by the Germans all the way from the east and came here. I used to work for the Red Army and help the Red Army fight! I was really forced to work for the Germans."

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Damn, Chinese? Fellow villagers!

For a moment, Malashenko almost thought that he had stuffed his ears with donkey hair and heard it wrong.

This is Belarus, 108,000 miles away from the Sino-Russian border! If this guy is really Chinese, how did he cross such a long distance and run here? What the hell is this?

No, is this bastard deliberately here to deceive me? This is outrageous!

No, I have to find a way to confirm it and verify whether this bastard is lying.

Comrade Lao Ma's brain is indeed quick. He came up with an idea immediately and the words came out of his mouth in a long-lost Northeastern dialect.

"How many people are there in your family? Brother."

At that moment, Malashenko clearly noticed that the guy who claimed to be Chinese in the car in front of him was stunned and stared, and his expression almost engraved "I'm shocked" on his face.

However, this subconscious answer that followed immediately made Comrade Ma take a deep breath.

"There are five people in my family, my father, my mother, my brother and my sister, and we live in the dangling Tiger Village in Shilaohu Mountain."

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What is authentic Northeastern flavor?

This is authentic Northeastern flavor!

At this point, there is no need to say more. Malashenko is sure that the man in front of him is a genuine Chinese Northeasterner.

Just based on this authentic Northeastern flavor, if you say that this is a Russian pretending to be a liar, Comrade Ma will never believe it.

Malashenko felt that countless questions suddenly emerged in his mind, and he wanted to ask the great man in front of him. This strong curiosity could not be suppressed and kept surging up.

However, this was not a good time to sit down and ask questions. Malashenko could only temporarily suppress his curiosity and turned to the nearest infantry company commander within his field of vision, and called him to the car next to him.

"Comrade division commander, what are your orders?"

"This prisoner, the one in front of you, the one I pointed at, take him away and keep him alone. There must be no mistakes, and he cannot be handed over to other friendly forces. He is special. After the battle, I will come to you in person to ask for him, do you understand?"