What Iushkin didn't expect was that if he simply said it for everyone to hear, without any other meaning, it would actually have a ripple effect that he had not expected.
"Humph, those Germans know their fate. We should kill these German prisoners. These bastards who are worse than pigs and dogs deserve to die!"
"Yes! Orsha is right, it should be like this! The more Germans you kill, the better the deterrent effect will be. Only by losing your life can those Germans feel fear and fear. Saying nice words and reasoning will only make the Germans feel scared.
These beasts think we are very cowardly!”
"Yes, these Germans should be killed! Revenge the people of Stalingrad and the Red Army soldiers who died!"
The grumpy major staff officer's speech immediately won the recognition of many people. There were many people who waved their fists and cursed angrily in anger, but in sharp contrast was another group of calm thinkers.
"But, comrades, have you ever thought that doing so would violate international law? Those Nazi fascists are beasts, dirty things worse than dogs, but we are not. We are communist fighters blessed by great faith.
It is not a good thing to massacre prisoners of war on a large scale, and we can learn relevant information from many books."
boom--
As soon as another major with a gentle face and a pair of round-rimmed glasses finished speaking, the major staff officer called Orsha directly dropped his fist hanging in the air and hit it on the table next to him.
There was a dull sound.
"What international law? Those things are nothing! Our motherland has not joined any of the bullshit treaties concocted by those capitalist lackeys! I have no business with those things!"
"If we really follow those bullshit international laws, these evil lackeys of Nazi fascism should not even launch this war to invade our great motherland!"
"My mother, sister, and two younger brothers all died in Minsk! Died by the cannons and plane bombings of those Germans! If I hadn't graduated from the Staff Department, I would have led the soldiers to tear those soldiers to pieces.
The Germans are here! Do they have the right to live? What about my mother, sister, and two cute immature brothers? Who should they turn to to say that they have the right to live?!"
A tea party that was originally a harmonious atmosphere turned into a loud and explosive scene in the blink of an eye. Even Iushkin himself, who was originally the protagonist and was surrounded in the middle, was stunned.
The gentle-faced major wearing glasses was not infected by this angry emotion, and still spoke quietly again in the state of a rather calm thinker.
"I sympathize with your family's experience, and I'm really sorry for reminding you of these unfortunate things, Comrade Orsha. But from an objective point of view, this is still not enough to be used as a reason to do this."
"The anger and thoughts of revenge dominate your thinking. You should calm down and think about it, Comrade Orsha. We will get nothing by killing these German prisoners. Strictly speaking, we even lost a group of them.
The young and strong labor force is always available. It is obviously more meaningful to make good use of them to engage in production. The large-scale massacre of prisoners is not good for the reputation of our motherland."
Major Orsha, who had a 100% dynamite temperament, did not listen to the carefully considered words spoken by Major Glasses in a slow manner. His mouth like a flamethrower immediately seized the right to speak and opened fire again.
"The people who died in Minsk were not your relatives! Why do you stand here and lecture me like an ugly capitalist scolding the oppressed workers!?"
"People like you should be librarians in universities! Take off your uniform and go manage your bullshit international law, bastard!"
Major Orsha was about to be attacked. Seeing that something was wrong, several of his colleagues around him were even ready to pounce to stop Orsha at any time. However, Major Orsha, who insisted on the truth and seemed to lack emotional intelligence, was
Still talking to himself.
"Our motherland is receiving assistance from the United States and the United Kingdom and is cooperating with them in anti-fascism! Integration with international law is foreseeable. We will form an anti-fascist united front in accordance with international law to jointly fight against this ferocious black wave.
The craze, it’s just a matter of time.”
"Facts are not based on people's subjective consciousness. Comrade Orsha, you need to understand this very clearly."
"Shut up! You bastard!"
It exploded, it really exploded! The powder keg exploded!
Iushkin, who was stunned on the spot as a bystander, watched helplessly as Major Orsha waved his fist and rushed forward to beat someone, while the two colleagues beside him who had already been prepared flew faster.
He quickly grabbed him and stopped him on the spot.
The bespectacled major, who seemed to still intend to continue grinning, was immediately pulled aside by several colleagues around him and was forced to shut his mouth.
Iushkin couldn't hear clearly what they were whispering about, but he could clearly see that the two groups of people in front of him obviously belonged to different departments. Otherwise, they would have been stumbling and fighting all day long.
Already?
That is to say, at the moment when Iushkin did not step forward to intervene, but honestly acted as a bystander and outsider, a roar like thunder falling from the sky came instantly without anyone expecting it.
"Stop it! What are you doing!?"
Those who rolled up their sleeves, those who danced with their fists, those who desperately stepped forward to hug people, those who waved their hands to explain to the people around...
Without exception, everyone stopped what they were doing, as if time had stood still. The final focus of countless gazes stood on two figures standing resolutely: Commander Comrade Vatutin and Soviet hero Malashenko.
While he and Malashenko were chatting for a while, they almost went full-on martial arts. Vatutin, who had a bad temper, really doubted that the idiots in front of him had drank too much vodka just now, and now their brains were a little abnormal!
This bad thing must be solved immediately, the sooner the better!
"Comrade Malashenko, please go to the headquarters gate and wait for me for a while. I will be back soon."
Malashenko, who could tell at a glance that Vatutin did not want him to get involved in this mess, nodded quickly, took a few steps forward and pulled up Iushkin, who was as confused as a scarecrow.
He walked outside and soon passed through the corridor and arrived outside the headquarters gate in the cold wind.
"What happened just now? Why did these people almost get into a fight???"
"This...this, Comrade Commander, this is a bit hard to explain. Please let me organize the language first..."
The time for Malashenko to listen to Iushkin telling him the whole incident did not last long. Vatutin, who had solved the matter at hand, soon arrived as scheduled with a folder.
"Please fill out and sign these first. I'll get them for you from the Chief of Staff."
Malashenko, who knew the seriousness of the problem, did not dare to ask any more questions. He simply signed his name on several pieces of paper, filled in the dates, and completed the final procedures before taking a vacation as Vatutin asked.
After the incident, he raised his head and carefully looked at Vatutin in front of him, waiting for what would happen next.
"To tell you the truth, Comrade Malashenko, what happened just now happened because of a major staff leader named Orsha."
"Major Orsha's family had four relatives who were killed by the Fascists in Minsk. They were all ordinary civilians who had not had time to evacuate, not soldiers."
"Major Orsha's mood will occasionally be unstable because of this. His political comrades have provided him with psychological counseling many times, but judging from the situation just now... it may take a while, but
This does not mean that we will abandon our comrades, Major Orsha is actually a very outstanding young man."