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 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 and SS prisoners. He was scared to death when the Red Army approached. He thought they were coward prisoners who came to shoot him, and there were also those who continued to bite their heads until they were shattered by bullets.
There are all kinds of fanatical captives with clenched teeth and tough mouths.
However, it was honestly the first time that Malashenko had met this group of prisoners, who were composed of bandits. 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. They usually do things 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 they all had their heads lowered. This was the first impression that caught Malashenko's eyes.
However, 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 produce the appropriate results. Compared with interrogating those fanatical Nazi prisoners of war
It's nothing at all, it's not difficult at all, provided that there are people in this group who really know.
"Hmm...Which one seems to be problematic?"
The interested Malashenko muttered to himself while moving his 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 were on high alert around the group of prisoners. The black muzzles of the guns were loaded with bullets. To put it bluntly, if the AK suddenly went off and killed two or three unlucky guys, that would be the only way.
The unlucky guy thinks he is unlucky, but no one will take responsibility for it.
If this is the case even in the case of a fire, and if someone dares to act rashly, then of course it goes without saying that these smart bandits don't even dare to move even if their legs are numb from squatting.
"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 others who are more scared. If so, 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, feeling that he was equal to
Malashenko, who had 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, who suddenly missed his political commissar, 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 easy to reach, Malashenko saw several prisoners leaning unusually close to each other. They were so close to each other that there was almost no gap left.
Compared with the other prisoners who are scattered or at least have a certain distance between them, it is obvious and obvious that the situation of these prisoners is abnormal.
Standing in such an abnormal position and peeking in your 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.
During the handshake, these 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 pouring a basin of ice water into a hot oil pan, instantly causing a frying pan.
Some yelled 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, beating the bandits who had vague signs of rebellion until they screamed.
There was a lot of sound.
Seeing that after being beaten, some bandits dared to shout loudly and still refused to shut up. The Red Army soldiers who beat them more and more vigorously had no intention of stopping. If nothing else happened, they would probably have to beat these bandits until they had no strength.
As long as I yell, who knows when I won’t have the energy to yell.
But at this moment, Malashenko, who had been watching this scene with a cold eye, 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 gunshots suddenly echoed in everyone's ears. The bandits who were instantly frightened by the gunshots stopped making trouble one or two, and became quiet instantly. Some idiots even shouted
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 regardless of other circumstances, 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 make a noise will be shot directly with hands and feet! Anyone who doesn't believe it can try it. There is an unlimited supply of bullets. Enough is enough!"
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 did not even dare to take a breath, as if this man would eat them alive if he got upset.
Same.
"You, you, you, and you, come with me with your weapons loaded. Iushkin, you also come here, first separate these prisoners into a path that they can leave."