Claude Escoffier, this is the real name of the black dog.
However, there are almost no times when he can be called by this name. This black-skinned dog likes to hear the prisoners of war under his charge call him by honorific names. He can understand Russian and of course he can speak it, but most of the time he doesn't.
He loves to speak Russian. This bastard is a hair-washing extremist. He despises those lowly and inferior people, and he is even less willing to speak their language.
The reason why he knows Russian is entirely due to work needs, and he can barely learn it as a last resort. Therefore, he can understand and speak Russian, and usually requires the Red Army prisoners under his supervision to call him "sir" directly in Russian.
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As for the German he himself spoke, it was transcribed into Russian by a translator who could strictly speaking be regarded as a "redundant person" and then told to the Red Army prisoners below to repeat it again.
This may seem like an unbelievable, unnecessary act of taking off your pants and farting, but Claude himself thinks it is meaningful. How can a superior pure Aryan speak the language of inferior people every day?
?This is a loss of status and dignity. It is quite necessary to have an interpreter.
Another reality is that if the Red Army prisoners below call them by their first names, they will be regarded as very disrespectful by him, and they will be brutally beaten or even directly tortured to death.
And privately, how could the Red Army prisoners of war, who had hated this bastard so much for a long time, be willing to call this guy by his name? It would have been better to call him a black dog instead of "that bastard".
So when the translator translated Claude's lecture into Russian and repeated it again, no one of the Red Army prisoners of war present bought his account, and all of them did not take the black dog's words seriously.
In their eyes, they couldn't look down on this bastard. One or two of them had their mouths closed and didn't respond. They were just in a state of being angry but dared not speak, and they didn't show any anger on their faces.
But Claude was not angry when he saw this scene. As a manager, of course he knew what the Red Army prisoners of war in front of him were thinking, or at least he could roughly guess it.
However, Claude regarded it as a very interesting game and did not feel that it would make him gnash his teeth or become angry. The more these Red Army prisoners of war hated him, the more he felt a morbid pleasure in achievement.
It seems that the higher the hatred value, the more effective his work is, at least that's what Claude himself thinks.
"As a reward for your hard work last week, I am happy to inform you that this week you will be transferred to relatively relaxed jobs, and you will wear cotton-padded clothes that will be distributed to you as soon as possible. Everyone will be able to
You feel the warmth of Germany in this cold winter, and you have to be grateful to the head of state who is above you for this, just like me!"
The interpreter wearing glasses on the side repeated the words truthfully, and Claude, who understood Russian, nodded with satisfaction, obviously thinking that the translation was accurate.
The Red Army prisoners of war were quite dumbfounded after hearing this. Look at me and I look at you. They don't seem to believe that what this evil SS leader said could be true. He was so murderous*
**When did the black dog become so kind? This must not be a good thing.
That is to say, when a group of Red Army prisoners of war felt that something was fishy and there was fraud involved, as if to confirm this guess, the words Claude blurted out immediately became full of ominous atmosphere.
"But there is a prerequisite for this!"
"..."
Everyone, including Roskov, trembled on the spot when they heard this. Everyone knew that when this black dog spoke in this tone, nothing good would often happen, and what happened next would soon be...
Proof of.
"Some of you are dishonest and stole food from the kitchen! We all know that this will be severely punished, and this is necessary. So, I hope someone can come forward and report this dirty thing to me.
Who is the thief? Those who report and prove it will be rewarded."
"..."
No one immediately stood up to answer the black dog's question, but they set off quite a storm in their hearts.
Last night we enjoyed a rare and delicious late-night snack. Everyone still remembers it. Has anyone forgotten that it was little Ivan who brought it back to share with everyone?
However, there seems to be some discrepancy in how we obtain food?
Is it a reward or stolen?
It's not that everyone doesn't trust their comrades, it's just...it's just that if little Ivan really lies about this matter, it will lead to disaster and burn everyone like wildfire.
Everyone knows how harshly the Germans will treat prisoners or prisoners who steal things, especially food. The best result is to give them a good time or die on the spot. It is better to suffer all kinds of torture than to die.
normalized situation.
Could it be that in order to make everyone feel at ease, little Ivan felt that his cooking was perfect and that the Germans would not be able to catch him, so he said last night that the stolen things were a reward from the Germans?
There is no way to ask little Ivan for questioning in this situation. The black dog is staring right in front of you. He can even hear the sound of your fart clearly. This bastard's ears are particularly good.
I've never heard of an errand.
So what is the truth?
This can only allow everyone present who cannot communicate with others to think for themselves, draw a conclusion that they think should be the truth, and finally use this to convince themselves that this is true.
Blocking the channels of communication will breed suspicion and mistrust. Claude, who is well versed in human weakness, certainly knows this, or in other words, this is the effect she wants. The light can be seen from the expressions on the faces of those prisoners of war.
The casual look on his face was enough to determine the outcome, and now he just needed to add fuel to the fire and take another step forward.
"If the criminal is not proven, then everyone will be punished. There will be no more cotton-padded clothes, and they will continue to do the most tiring work. Everyone will do it. Do I need to add anything more?"
"..."
Still no one among the Red Army prisoners of war who were divided into two teams in the cold wind took the initiative to speak, but the many subtle changes in their trembling expressions did not escape Claude's eyes.
He enjoys playing with people's hearts to create doubt and distrust. He has always enjoyed it, and betrayal is the result he wants to gain most in this game. This is exactly what he is looking forward to.
But just when Claude was smiling sinisterly, thinking about how to make this game more interesting, a short and thin figure stepped forward, which slightly disrupted his plan.