Chapter 286 Drawing the Gun

The Gas Jeep was traveling slowly along the winding country road like a four-wheel carriage on a country road.

Malashenko, who had never seen the scene outside Moscow seventy years ago, deliberately asked Valentin to slow down the car. The scenery of green grass and fragrant fields slowly passing by like a slideshow was like an oil painting. It's generally beautiful here.

"I think there can be no more pleasant scenery than this, Comrade Valentin, what do you think?"

Corporal Valentin, who was concentrating on driving, obviously did not expect that Malashenko would ask him a question so unexpectedly, and it took several seconds for him to answer with some stammering and speechlessness.

"Uh, yes, Comrade Malashenko, you are right, this is indeed beautiful! But when autumn comes, it will be a different story. It will be much more abrupt than now. I came here last year Pass here."

He couldn't help but burst out laughing after hearing Valentin's completely unemotional and low-EQ answer. Malashenko couldn't help but feel relieved when he thought that in his previous life, he was just as dumb as Valentin and couldn't speak. , this kind of silly words without any thought may be the chat healing partner that Malashenko needs most right now.

"Comrade Malashenko, we have arrived at the entrance of the village. Do you want me to stop now?"

Malashenko, who was still thinking about things in his mind, heard the reminder beside him and immediately turned his head and looked out of the car. He saw a small village that was not too big and consistent with the appearance of "home" deep in his memory. It appeared before our eyes.

"Just park here, Valentin, but why is there another car at the entrance to the village?"

Malashenko, who had just come back to his senses, spotted the grass-green Gas Jeep parked at the corner of the village earlier than him. Valentin, who was also feeling very strange in his heart, immediately opened the door after completely stopping the car. Get out of the car first.

With a curious and puzzled expression, Valentin stepped forward and took a look at the car. After going around in a circle without finding anything valuable, Valentin turned to the car where he had already gotten out of the car. Malashenko said next to him.

"It's very strange, Comrade Malashenko. This looks like it should be a car from the Ministry of Internal Affairs, but there is no one in the car. I looked towards the village just now and found no trace. I remember half a month The former Ministry of Internal Affairs only conducted an investigation into the villages around Moscow. Logically speaking, it should not appear so frequently in ordinary small villages. It is really strange. "

Valentin, who is not affiliated with the Ministry of Internal Affairs but directly affiliated with the Moscow Kremlin headquarters, only knows some superficial things at best, and cannot explain the real reasons. Valentin himself is still thinking about it with doubts, but he has already taken the back seat. Malashenko, who carried the suitcase in his hands, was a bit nervous and disagreed.

"Maybe it's the need for a special mission. Valentin, I can't guess the final result standing here. When we enter the village and see our own comrades in person, it will all be clear. If we are lucky, they said Maybe I’ll even give you a cigarette to smoke.”

Valentin, who was still suspicious, shook his head slowly and then quickly followed Malashenko's pace and walked forward quickly. After all, there was really nothing to worry about now that the Germans had not yet reached the gates of Moscow. At best, the guys from the Ministry of Internal Affairs came to the village to catch one or two suspicious German spies.

Just as Malashenko, who was carrying a suitcase, was chatting and laughing with Valentin beside him and walking towards the inside of the village, he grabbed Natalya's slender wrist and pulled her away. Kamalov, who was walking in front, happened to make eye contact with Malashenko, who had turned his head and returned the look.

For a few seconds, the air around him seemed to freeze.

Kamalov, who didn't think too much at all, remained calm even though he was bumped into by a stranger. Officers who could hang out in Moscow basically didn't want to have too much trouble with the Ministry of Internal Affairs. Because of the relationship, Kamalov, who is one level lower than Malashenko, does not think that the other party will deliberately cause trouble for him because of this unclear matter.

After a brief moment of thinking, Kamalov had already made up his mind. He didn't even have basic meeting etiquette. Without saying hello, he gently pulled down his big-brimmed hat and prepared to force himself away from Malashenko. passing by.

But what Kamalov never expected was that at the moment when he passed by without any vigilance, a big hand that was strong enough to squeeze him without any warning Zhong Yi grabbed his left wrist and forcibly stopped him.

The anger in his heart suddenly surged up like a ignited gas tank. Kamalov was about to turn around and speak, but Malashenko, who was almost emotionless and cold in his words, spoke first. step.

"Can you please let go of the girl in your hands before we talk about anything? Comrade. I don't think a woman needs to be around to listen to the conversation between two Red Army colonel officers."

The moment they looked at each other, he understood everything from Natalia's eyes that were about to burst into tears. All the memories of the past good moments in his mind surged down like a flood from a dam. Ke didn't hesitate at all. Natalia's helpless and tearful eyes alone were enough for everything she did next.

Kamarov, who was pinched and hurt his wrist and took the initiative to speak, had never suffered such humiliation. He selectively ignored the rank of Malashenko, who was one level higher than his own on the uniform of a tank officer. He blurted out vicious words that were almost enough to chew bones.

"What if I say no? Comrade Lieutenant Colonel."

"Then I think my right hand will give the same answer, Comrade Major."

Before he finished speaking, he immediately exerted force to put further pressure on the other party. Kamarov, who has always lived comfortably in the headquarters of the Ministry of Internal Affairs in Moscow, is no match for Malashenko, who fought with the Germans in the tank with real swords and guns.

He grabbed a 20-pound armor-piercing bullet with one hand, just like an ordinary person playing with a lighter. He immediately pinched Kamarov so hard that he let go of his arm holding Natalia with a wail.

"You bastard! How dare you attack the major of the Ministry of Internal Affairs! I will arrest you now!"

In a rage, he pulled out the Tokarev TT33 pistol he was carrying from his waist with his right hand, which was still intact and not dislocated. Before he could put his index finger on the trigger that had not been touched for a long time and was somewhat unfamiliar, Kamarov, who was speaking arrogantly and not hesitating to respond with a fatal threat, felt a chill on his forehead.

"I'm sorry, comrade, your action of drawing the gun is not even as good as those German baggage soldiers."

Looking at the battle-scarred Tokarev pistol in front of him with a black hole muzzle close at hand, Kamarov, who had never felt that death was so close to him, was immediately frightened by the cold feeling and was at a loss. He didn't know what to say next, but then he heard a quick sound of brakes.

"Stop! What are you doing? Put your guns down! Now!"

After hearing this familiar roar, Malashenko was slightly stunned. He still held his gun tightly in his hand and turned his head to look in the direction of the voice. A familiar figure with only one arm and the other sleeve fluttering in the wind appeared at the end of his vision.