Chapter 2084 Death Factory (IV)

Claude Escoffier, this is the real name of the black dog.

However, there are almost no times when he can call him by this name. The black dog likes to hear the prisoners under his charge call him by a respectful name. He can understand Russian and of course speak it, but most of the time he doesn't like to speak Russian. This bastard is a shampooer-like extremist. He looks down on those lowly and inferior people in his bones and is even more unwilling to speak the language of the inferior people.

The reason why he knows Russian is entirely due to the need for work. It can be said that he has to learn it. Therefore, he who can understand and speak Russian usually requires the Red Army prisoners under his charge to call him "sir" directly in Russian.

As for the German he spoke, it was translated into Russian by a translator, which can be strictly considered "redundant", and then told the Red Army prisoners below and repeated it again.

This seems to be an incredible and unnecessary act, but Claude himself thinks it is meaningful. How can a pure Aryan who is high above speak the language of the inferiors every day? This is a loss of status and dignity, and it is quite necessary to have an interpreter.

Another reality is that if the Red Army prisoners of war below call him by his name, he will regard it as a very disrespectful behavior, and then he will be brutally beaten or even tortured to death.

In private, the Red Army prisoners of war who have long hated this bastard, how could they be willing to call this guy by his name? Calling him a black dog instead of "that bastard" is considered good.

So when the translator translated Claude's speech into Russian and re-told it, none of the Red Army prisoners of war present believed him. They all ignored the black dog's words and looked down on this bastard. They all kept their mouths shut and didn't respond. They were just in a state of being angry but not daring to speak, and they didn't show their anger.

But Claude was not angry when he saw this scene. As a manager, he certainly knew what these Red Army prisoners of war were thinking, or at least he could guess it.

However, Claude regarded it as a very interesting game, and didn't think it would make him grit his teeth and burn with anger. The more these Red Army prisoners of war hated him, the more he had a morbid sense of achievement, as if the higher the hatred value, the more effective his work was. At least Claude himself thought so.

"As a reward for your hard work last week, I am happy to inform you that you will be transferred to relatively easy jobs this week, and you will wear the cotton clothes that will be distributed to you as soon as possible. Everyone can feel the warmth of Germany in this cold winter. You have to thank the high and mighty Führer for this, just like me!"

The translator wearing glasses beside him repeated this truthfully, and Claude, who understood Russian, nodded with satisfaction, obviously thinking that the translation was accurate.

The Red Army prisoners of war who heard this were quite dumbfounded. You looked at me, I looked at you, and it seemed that they didn't believe that what the evil SS leader said was true. When did the murderous black dog become so kind? This must not be a good thing.

That is, when the Red Army prisoners of war felt that something was wrong and there was a fraud, as if to confirm this guess, the words that Claude blurted out immediately afterwards were immediately full of ominous atmosphere.

"But there is a premise!"

""

Everyone, including Roskov, shuddered when they heard this. Everyone knew that when this black dog spoke in this tone, nothing good would happen, and what happened next soon proved it.

"Some of you are dishonest and stole food from the kitchen and ate it! We all know that this will be severely punished, and it is necessary. So, I hope someone can stand up and report it, and tell me who this dirty little thief is. The report will be rewarded."

""

No one immediately stood up to answer the black dog's question, but they were in a state of great shock in their hearts.

Everyone still remembers that we had a rare and delicious supper last night. Has anyone forgotten that it was brought back by Little Ivan to share with everyone?

But, there seems to be some discrepancy in the way the food was obtained?

Was it a reward or stolen?

It's not that everyone doesn't trust their comrades, but if Little Ivan really lied about this matter, it would bring disaster and burn everyone like wildfire.

Everyone knows how harshly the Germans treat prisoners or captives who steal things, especially food. The best outcome is to give them a quick death or die on the spot. It is normal to suffer all kinds of tortures that are worse than death.

Could it be that Ivan said last night that the stolen things were rewards from the Germans in order to make everyone feel at ease eating, thinking that he did it perfectly and that the Germans could not catch him?

There is no way to ask Ivan face to face to verify the situation. The black dog is staring at you. He can even hear your fart clearly. This bastard's ears are very good and he has never heard it wrong.

So what is the truth?

This can only let everyone present who cannot communicate with others think for themselves, come to a conclusion that they think should be the truth, and finally convince themselves that this is the truth.

Blocking the communication channel will breed the soil for suspicion and distrust to grow wildly. Claude, who is well versed in human weaknesses, certainly knows this, or she wants the effect in front of her. The careless expressions on the faces of the prisoners are enough to determine the result. Now we just need to add fuel to the fire and take another step forward.

"If the criminals are not convicted, then everyone will be punished. There will be no more cotton clothes, and they will always do the most tiring labor. Everyone will. Do I need to add anything else?"

""

The Red Army prisoners of war who were divided into two teams in the cold wind still did not take the initiative to speak, but the many subtle changes in their expressions while shivering did not escape Claude's eyes.

He enjoyed the feeling of playing with people's hearts to create suspicion and distrust, and he always did. Betrayal was the result he wanted most in this game, which was exactly what he expected.

But just when Claude was thinking about how to make this game more interesting with a sinister smile, a short and thin figure stepped forward and slightly disrupted his plan.

"Don't ask anymore, I did it."