Steel Soviet Union

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

With the mentality that he would not leave until he caught his grandson today, Malashenko directly 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 were exposed. What a flaw.

Malashenko has seen many kinds of prisoners, including Wehrmacht prisoners, SS prisoners, cowardly prisoners who were scared to death when the Red Army approached and thought they were coming to shoot them, and those who continued to bite their heads until they were shattered by bullets. There are many different types of fanatical captives with clenched teeth and tough mouths.

However, it was honestly the first time that Malashenko had met this captive group of bandits, and he couldn't help but feel curious while looking at this group of people.

"One or two of them seem to be harmless humans and animals. Do they behave like this when they rob homes and bully men and women? They must have gone crazy early, right?"

The group of people in front of him were as wilted as eggplants beaten by frost, and all had their heads lowered. This was the first impression that caught Malashenko's eyes.

But if you think about it carefully, this situation is actually normal. These grandsons who are used to bullying and tyrannical people can also weigh how much they weigh. Now that they are caught, there is no reason not to be afraid.

It is said that soldiers are not soldiers, and they have no backbone. If anyone in this group really knows the whereabouts of the bandit leader, Malashenko is confident that the interrogation will bring out the result. Compared with interrogating those fanatical Nazi prisoners of war, it is nothing and not difficult, provided that there are really people in this group who know.

"Well, which one seems to have a problem?"

The interested Malashenko muttered to himself while moving his sharp eyes as sharp as a knife, scanning back and forth among the cowardly bandit prisoners in front of him, trying to find the one who was wrong. .

Soldiers from the Combat Engineer Battalion holding AKs surrounded the group of prisoners on high alert, and the black muzzles of their guns were loaded with bullets. To put it bluntly, if the AK suddenly goes off and kills two or three unlucky people, it will only be the unlucky person who thinks he is unlucky, but no one will be responsible for it.

If this was the case even in the case of a fire, and if someone dared to act rashly, then of course there would be no need to say more. This group of wise bandits did not even dare to move when their legs were numb.

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

Malashenko, who was sitting on the chair, folded his hands on his chest and spoke quietly. Iushkin, who was standing beside him, lowered his head slightly after hearing the words.

"No, not yet. They all seem to have the same smell, and they are all scared to death. There may be some who are more scared. If there are, you can find out and ask. I mean if."

""

Iushkin, who usually has very good eyesight, is not that good now. It is just that Iushkin has good eyesight, but he doesn’t have much ability in seeing people. He shook his head and felt that he was equal to Malashenko, who asked in vain, already understood this.

"Hey, it would be great if Comrade Political Commissar was here at this time. His ability to judge people is better than anyone here."

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

"Huh? What are these turtles doing so close to each other?"

At the innermost side of the prisoner pile, where sight was not easily accessible, Malashenko saw several prisoners leaning unusually close to each other, and they were so close to each other that there was almost no gap left.

Compared with the other prisoners who were scattered or at least separated by a certain distance, it was obvious and obvious that the situation of these prisoners was abnormal.

Standing in such an abnormal position and peeking in his direction furtively from time to time, there must be something wrong with these bastards!

Malashenko, who was sure that there was something fishy about these prisoners, immediately stood up from his chair without saying a word, turned around and took the AK tightrope from the nearest guard to him. During the handshake, such actions scared the hell out of the bandits and captives in front of them.

"Killing! The Bolsheviks are going to kill!!!"

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

"Damn it! What do you mean you want to kill us? Does your life matter? You bastard!"

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

Malashenko's action of holding the gun tightly was like a basin of ice water being poured into a hot oil pan, instantly causing a frying pan.

Some shouted loudly, some knelt down and begged for mercy, and some even peed on the spot, all showing various ugly behaviors.

Seeing such a scene, the surrounding Red Army soldiers were naturally rude. They all punched, kicked and slapped their faces with rifle butts. They beat the bandits who had vague signs of rebellion until they screamed. There was a sound.

Seeing that after being beaten, some bandits dared to shout loudly and still refused to shut up, the Red Army soldiers became more and more energetic with no intention of stopping. If nothing else happens, they will probably have to beat them until they run out of energy to yell. Who knows when they will run out of energy to yell.

But at this moment, Malashenko, who had been watching this scene indifferently, suddenly took action, and as soon as he took action, it was a powerful move.

Bang bang bang bang——

A burst of AK's unique and powerful short-burst gunfire suddenly echoed in everyone's ears. The bandits who were instantly frightened by the gunshot stopped one or two and became quiet instantly. Some idiots even He quickly lowered his head to check if there were any bullet holes in his body, fearing that the bullet just now was aimed at him.

But no matter what the other circumstances were, Malashenko's desired result was indeed achieved, which was to immediately silence this gang of bandits who were as messy as market flies.

"If you don't want to die, just stay quietly and be honest! Next time, whoever dares to yell or use hands and feet will be shot directly! Anyone who doesn't believe it can try it. There is an unlimited supply of bullets and enough control!"

Looking at the tall man who had just raised his gun in the air and fired a warning shot, the bandits who were chattering and making a mess just now didn't even dare to take a breath, as if this man would eat them alive if he got upset. Same.

"You, you, you, and you, follow me with your weapons loaded. Iushkin, you also come here, first separate these prisoners into a path that can leave."