Shuvanov was angry, but the Cossacks were not vegetarians either, and they immediately became tense again. But this time Shuvanov was really angry and really wanted to take action.
Don't underestimate him, he is definitely a ruthless person. Even if he really suffered a loss in the fight today, he can't do anything to Petukhov and the others, but he will have many opportunities to fill Petukhov and Pugachev's shoes in the future.
But this time, Shuvanov was disappointed again, and the fight did not start. Because Petukhov gave Pugachev a "shudder" when he went up, and cursed: "Asshole! I have repeatedly given orders, but you can't do it."
You must be drinking! You have turned a deaf ear to me, right? Look at you, you don’t look like a soldier!"
As he spoke, Petukhov kicked him again and continued to scold: "Come here! Stand at attention!"
This continuous beating and scolding not only defused the tense situation, but also stopped the angry Shuvanov from getting angry. Naturally, his majestic energy could no longer be shaken.
At this time, Petukhov naturally took over the initiative and interrogated: "Where did you die all day?"
Pugachev was like an eggplant beaten by frost or a mouse that met an old cat. He hung his head and replied like a wronged little daughter-in-law: "I just feel that I am aggrieved in the manor. I want to go out for a walk."
Let’s breathe!”
"Go out for a walk?!" Petukhov snorted coldly, raised his leg and kicked it again: "Just went out for a walk, and you smell of alcohol all over your body? This is like going to hang out in a wine barrel!"
Pugachev muttered without confidence: "I just took a few sips to moisten my throat..."
"What a lie!"
Petukhov got up and kicked him again: "I'll kick you to death, you little bastard! How much did you drink!"
Pugachev covered his butt and answered evasively: "I didn't drink much...just...just one or two bottles..."
Petukhov immediately pretended to fight again: "One or two bottles, that's all! Is it one bottle or two bottles?"
"One...two bottles! Just two bottles for the conscience of heaven and earth! I didn't drink more!"
"You haven't drank more!" Petukhov seemed to be very angry, kicked him again, and cursed: "It seems that Major Pugachev didn't drink enough! It seems that I need two more bottles.
right!"
Pugachev suddenly didn't dare to say anything. He looked more honest than a quail. Not to mention that the acting skills of his nephew and uncle were really good. They worked together so seamlessly that there was no trace at all!
Anyway, many of the third military police who were watching were already covering their mouths and snickering. Probably in their view, this was a typical drunkard incident. There were countless similar dramas staged in Russia every day, and drunkards were trying to
He steals a drink and does whatever he can to it. Such behavior is completely out of character.
It's just that Shuvanov didn't completely believe it. As a cautious person, he always doubted everything. Even though Pugachev and Petukhov's acting was flawless and subtle, he still remained skeptical.
So when Petukhov asked him: "Colonel, I think Major Pugachev should be punished with confinement for violating the prohibition on alcohol and leaving the camp without permission. What do you think?"
Shuvanov's answer was: "Colonel, I still have a few questions that I haven't asked clearly. It's not too late to talk about it after I ask them clearly!"
Petukhov cursed secretly in his heart, but replied calmly on his face: "Yes, you can ask, if this kid is dishonest and dares to lie, I will beat him to death!"
After saying this, he raised his hand and gave Pugachev another "shudder", which was completely the Russian paternalism of hating iron and not steel.
But these did not affect Shuvanov at all. He asked straight to the point: "Major Pugachev, according to what you said, he went out to drink secretly when he left the camp without permission."
Pugachev replied impatiently: "Didn't I just say that I'm just greedy for wine! How many more times do I have to say it!"
Shuvanov nodded and asked again: "Then where did you get the wine?"
This question is a bit serious. If Pugachev can't answer it well, it's impossible to get through. After all, Petukhov has declared a ban on alcohol and has temporarily confiscated all alcoholic beverages, and Maple Mountain Villa is a closed suburb.
There were no taverns, and no alcohol could be bought. Pugachev had to explain where the alcohol came from, otherwise there would be something wrong.
After saying this, Shuvanov stared hard at Pugachev's eyes. If there was any flicker in his eyes, it would be a lie.
However, Pugachev faced Shuvanov's scrutinizing eyes without hesitation and replied calmly: "I hid it secretly before. How else can I live without alcohol?"
Hidden secretly?
Shuvanov didn't like this answer. He felt that with Petukhov's influence and authority, he was absolutely sure of what he said. How could he hide the wine behind his back without being discovered?
However, Pugachev explained plausibly: "It's not easy to hide some wine. It's not easy to just find a place where no one is and bury two bottles. What's the difficulty!"
This unsubstantiated statement made Shuvanov more and more think that Pugachev had something to do with him, but the problem was that he had no evidence to prove that Pugachev was lying. So he asked again: "You have been hiding in the woods?
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Pugachev asked angrily: "Otherwise, how can we hide in the latrine and steal wine?"
These words immediately made the Cossacks burst into laughter, making Shuvanov and others even more embarrassed. However, he also knew that if he asked, he would get nothing out of him and would only be humiliating himself, so he simply walked away without bothering to ask any more questions.
asked.
After Shuvanov and his party left, Petukhov asked cautiously: "How is it? Have you contacted me?"
Pugachev rubbed his head and butt, and said with a slight complaint: "Uncle, you can't be gentle, you are not the one who dares to be beaten!"
Petukhov said angrily: "Stop talking nonsense, your thick skin is worth nothing! Let's get down to business!"
Pugachev then replied sadly: "We got in touch..."
He explained the matter clearly in a few words. Petukhov breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that the trip was a success and he had gained a lot. Then he said: "This can be regarded as a blessing among misfortunes! If it hadn't been successful, I would have been killed by Shuvano today."
My husband has targeted me, and it will be even harder to get in touch with me in the future!”
Pugachev wondered: "Didn't you fool me just now?"
Petukhov snorted coldly: "The trick has been fooled, but this Shuvanov is by no means simple. I don't think he may believe it completely. From now on, he will keep a close eye on us. If we are not careful, we will be caught.
He caught the flaw. You must be more careful in the future!"
What Petukhov said was absolutely correct. Shuvanov did not believe that Pugachev had stolen alcohol, so after returning, he immediately ordered his subordinates to strengthen surveillance and never let Petukhov and his entourage.