Words are sometimes more hurtful than actions, Xia Jie believes that.

Looking coldly at the crowd of people who showed dissatisfaction and suppressed anger, Petrov's momentum increased again.

In Xia Jie's view, Petrov's gray-blue eyes were like a blood-stained bayonet piercing into his eyes and heart, causing him to avoid looking directly at the corner of his eyes while being frightened.

She also shed tears, like a true coward.

He didn't know what it was. He could only feel that if the trainer who was scolding him wantonly in front of the nineteen people wanted to kill him, it would not be much harder than crushing an ant.

And in front of Petrov, he can only be a coward who dare not look directly at him.

"Are you angry? Are you in pain? Do you want to kill me? You are a bunch of trash who can only bargain with your motherland! Trash! Cowards who can only kneel down and surrender when the Germans come in! You don't even have the courage to look at me.

None!?”

Although he had lowered his head, Xia Jie knew that the training officer was scolding him.

"We are not cowards! We will never surrender to the German dogs even if we die!!!"

Unable to endure it any longer, the red-eyed Nikolai completely forgot about the rules set by Petrov and roared at Petrov.

"If I (Slavic expletive) hadn't been caught in this damn place by those (Slavic expletive) from the NKVD! I (Slavic expletive) would have gone to the front to kill German dogs!"

It seemed that Nikolai's emotions were aroused, and the other five hard-nosed reform-through-labor prisoners also yelled at Petrov angrily.

Looking at the restless scene in front of him, the Soviet political commissar's eyes flashed with satisfaction, but his face remained unmoved.

Petrov was not annoyed at all when the rules were broken, and his roaring voice quickly overwhelmed everyone.

"Shut the fuck up!"

The sound fell, bullets were loaded, and the four armed soldiers behind Petrov holding Bobosa submachine guns raised their muzzles at the crowd.

Unlike the Mosin-Nagant held by the concentration camp guards, the extremely fast-shooting Bobosha (PPSh41) is enough to turn these black boxers who are on the verge of rioting and tearing hungry wolves alive into cold-blooded bodies in one second.

Corpse.

Of course, everyone's emotions quickly cooled down under the black gun muzzle.

Seeing that everyone had finally calmed down a bit in their anger, Petrov took a step back and sneered with his hands behind his back.

"You trash have some backbone. Thank you to the great Stalin. He gave you trash a chance to rededicate your motherland and fight the enemy, Commissar Vladimir."
Chapter completed!