Chapter 1738 Meeting fellow villagers on the battlefield

"Hey, there's someone alive here! You, what about you! Kraut, damn fascist! Put your hands up, hurry up!"

The bayonet directly under the muzzle of the gun flashes with cold light, and its edge is fully visible. The long and narrow curved magazine leaves no doubt that this latest Kalashnikov assault rifle is enough to kill anyone in front of it once it is fired.

His flesh and blood body was beaten into a hornet's nest and he died on the spot.

The Red Army soldier holding a steel gun spoke a slightly stilted German and shouted loudly at the half-exploded bomb-proof cave. He was sure that he saw black shadows flashing in the remaining half of the dark cave.

move.

But what was different from the past was that the familiar yelling of the Germans did not come from the cave, nor did the mechanical friction sound of cleaning the gun and loading the bullet. The dark half of the shell-proof cave was almost silent.

Weird.

"Last chance! Get out of the cave, fasis, now!"

The impatient Red Army soldiers were already slightly tightening their triggers, ready to fire at any time. Being able to repeat the slogan twice was already showing the utmost kindness to the fascist die-hards, and there was no need to repeat it a third time.

But the Red Army soldier, whose nerves were already tensed into a straight line, would never have thought that the voice coming out of the cave would sound extremely awkward and not Russian at all.

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

From the half-exploded shell-proof cave, a hunched figure slowly walked out with hands raised in the air.

What is surprising is that this unkempt and unkempt young man, who is wearing tattered coarse cloth clothes, not military uniforms, and whose original appearance cannot be seen, actually has an Asian face with yellow skin and black eyes.

"You...stop, don't move! Who are you? Mongolian? Or Kazakh?"

Whether it's the clothes on his body or this special face, they are silently explaining something obvious.

He will definitely not be a member of the German army. The German army, where racism is rampant, has never heard of an Asian with yellow skin and black eyes. This person is generally called a "monkey" in the mouth of the German head of state.

It is obviously deviant and undesirable to let the "rich" Aryans and "monkeys" fight side by side.

There are many Asian faces with yellow skin and dark eyes in the ranks of the Red Army, and there are quite a few of them. A considerable number of Kazakhs and Mongolians fight in the ranks of the Red Army. This is no longer a rare thing and everyone knows it.

The Red Army soldier who was on high alert with his AK in hand felt that he had guessed the truth. The guy in front of him was most likely a captured prisoner. After being captured by the Germans, he worked hard for these fascists. The skin on his body was not good at all.

He seems to be looked down upon by the Germans. Don't expect to be given a gun to join him in the battle. At most, he is just a coolie.

Although strictly speaking they may be comrades who once fought under the same flag, "traitors" who surrender to the enemy are still worthy of vigilance.

The Red Army soldiers who were on alert did not put down the steel guns in their hands, and were about to say something more, but at this moment, a heavy and roaring steel body passed by.

"Huh? Why does this person..."

Malashenko, half of his body hanging outside the turret, happened to pass by and noticed something was wrong at the first sight. This unknown man with tattered clothes and an Asian face immediately attracted Comrade Ma

of attention.

"What's going on? Who is this person?"

Malashenko's brief question got straight to the point. The Red Army soldier holding the AK in his hand immediately recognized the man on the turret as the division commander.

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

"Reporting to Comrade 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 may be one of our civilians. I haven't had time to inquire in detail yet. In short, he cannot be a German.

"

"...."

After hearing this, Malashenko did not continue, as if he was thinking about something, and then refocused his eyes on the unidentified prisoner. He glanced up and down again, and then asked questions.

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

The curious Malashenko just wanted to know where the man in front of him came from, but he never expected that the next answer would make him almost flinch, barely able to fall back from the turret back into the car.

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"Report, I...I am Chinese. My hometown is Qiqihar, Heilongjiang. My name is Ren Dagui. I was captured by the Germans from the east and brought here. I used to work for the Red Army and help the Red Army fight! To Germany

You are really forced to work."

???

Damn it, Chinese? Damn it, fellow!

For a moment, Malashenko almost thought that his ears were stuffed with donkey hair and he heard wrongly.

This is Belarus, thousands of miles away from the China-Russia border! If this guy is really Chinese, how did he get here across such a long distance? What the hell is this?

No, could this bitch deliberately put it here to deceive the Sa family? This is simply outrageous!

No, I have to find a way to confirm and test whether this bitch is lying.

If Comrade Lao Ma is indeed thinking fast enough, he suddenly comes up with an idea. As soon as the words come to his mouth, a long-lost dialect that tastes like the Northeastern dialect is instantly blurted out.

"How many people are there in the family? Big brother."

At that moment, Malashenko clearly noticed that the guy in the car in front of him who claimed to be Chinese had a startled expression. His eyes widened, and his expression almost had "I was shocked" engraved on his face.

However, this immediate, subconscious reply made Comrade Ma take a deep breath.

"The five members of our family, my father, my mother, my brother and my sister, live in Gadahu Village in Shihushan."

"...."

What is authentic Northeastern flavor?

This is called authentic Northeast flavor!

When things got to this point, there was no need to say more. Malashenko was convinced that the person in front of him was a genuine Northeastern Chinese.

Just with this authentic taste of the Northeast, if you say that this is Maozi pretending to be here to deceive others, Comrade Lao Ma will not believe it even to death.

Malashenko felt that countless questions were welling up in his heart at once, and he wanted to ask the noble man in front of him. He could not suppress his strong curiosity, and it kept rising crazily.

Unfortunately, this was not a good time to sit down and ask questions. Malashenko could only temporarily suppress the curiosity in his heart, and turned to the nearest infantry company commander within sight.

He said hello and called him to get out of the car next to him.

"Comrade Commander, what are your orders?"

"This prisoner, the person I am pointing to in front of you, is taken down and kept under separate custody. There cannot be any mistakes, nor can he be handed over to other friendly forces. He is special. When the battle is over, I will come to you personally to ask for him. Understand.

Yet?"
Chapter completed!