Chapter 974: Full Fight (Revised)

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What Ivushkin didn’t expect was that his words, which were just for everyone to hear and had no other meaning, would actually have an unexpected effect.

“Hmph, those Germans are still aware of their fate. We should kill these German prisoners. These bastards who are worse than pigs and dogs deserve to die!”

“Yes! Orsha is right, that’s how it should be! The more Germans we kill, the better the deterrent effect. Losing our lives will make those Germans feel fear and terror. Speaking nice words and reasoning will only make these beasts think we are very cowardly!”

“That’s right, we should kill these Germans! Revenge for the dead people of Stalingrad and the Red Army soldiers!”

The grumpy major staff officer’s speech immediately won the approval of many people. There were many people who waved their fists and cursed in indignation, but in sharp contrast, there was another group of calm thinkers.

"But, comrades, have you ever thought that doing this violates international law? Those Nazi fascists are beasts, dirty things that are worse than dogs, but we are not. We are communist fighters blessed with great faith. Large-scale massacres of prisoners of war are not a good thing. We can learn about this from many books."

Bang--

As soon as the other major with a gentle face and round-framed glasses finished speaking, the major staff officer called Orsha directly dropped his fist suspended in the air and hit it heavily on the table next to him, making a dull sound.

"What international law? Those things are shit! Our motherland has never joined the shitty treaty made up by those capitalist running dogs! I don't care about those things!"

"If we really follow those shitty international laws, these evil running dogs of Nazi fascism should not even start this war to invade our great motherland!"

"My mother, sister, and two younger brothers all died in Minsk! Died under the bombing of those German cannons and planes! If I hadn't graduated from the staff department, I would have taken the soldiers to tear those Germans apart! Do they have the right to live? What about my mother, sister, and two cute younger brothers who are not yet adults? Who can they go to to say that they have the right to live?!"

The tea party, which was originally in a harmonious atmosphere, turned into a loud and noisy scene in the blink of an eye. Even Iushkin, who was originally the protagonist and was surrounded in the middle, was stunned.

The gentle-looking major with glasses was not infected by this angry emotion. He still spoke quietly again in a rather calm thinker state.

"I sympathize with your family's experience. I'm really sorry that you recalled these unfortunate things, Comrade Orsha. But from an objective point of view, this is still not enough to be regarded as a reason for doing this."

"Anger and revenge dominate your thinking. You should calm down and think about it, Comrade Orsha. We will get nothing by killing all these German prisoners. Strictly speaking, we even lose a group of young and strong laborers who are available at any time. It is obviously more meaningful to use them for production. Large-scale massacres of prisoners are not conducive to the reputation of our motherland."

Major Orsha, who has a temper like explosives, didn't listen to the carefully thought-out words of the major with glasses at all. His mouth, like a flamethrower, immediately took over the right to speak and fired again.

"It's not your relatives who died in Minsk! What right do you have to stand here and lecture me like an ugly capitalist scolding an exploited worker!?"

"People like you should be librarians in universities! Take off your military uniform and manage your shitty international law, bastard!"

Major Orsha was about to be blown up. Seeing that the situation was not right, several colleagues beside him were even ready to rush over to stop Orsha at any time, but the glasses-wearing major who insisted on the truth and seemed to lack emotional intelligence was still talking to himself.

"Our motherland is accepting assistance from the United States and Britain, and cooperating with them against fascism! It is foreseeable that we will align with international law. We will form an anti-fascist united front in accordance with international law and fight against this fierce black frenzy together. It is only a matter of time."

"Facts are not subject to 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 standing there as a spectator, watched Major Orsha rush forward with his fists waving, and was about to hit someone. However, two colleagues beside him who had been prepared for it hugged him and stopped him on the spot at a faster speed.

The major with glasses, who seemed to be still planning to continue talking, was immediately pulled aside by several colleagues beside him and forced to shut up.

Iushkin couldn't hear what they were whispering about, but he could see at a glance that the two groups of people in front of him were obviously from different departments. Otherwise, wouldn't they be quarreling and fighting all day long?

Just when Iushkin didn't intervene and was honestly a spectator and outsider, a roar like thunder from the sky came in an instant when no one expected it.

"Stop it! What are you doing!?"

Rolling up their sleeves, waving their fists, desperately rushing forward to hug people, waving their hands to explain to the people around them

All of them stopped their ongoing actions without exception, as if time had stopped. The final focus of countless eyes was two resolutely standing figures: Commander Comrade Vatutin and Soviet Hero Malashenko.

He and Malashenko almost had a fight while talking for a while. Vatutin, who was angry, really suspected that these idiots in front of him had drunk too much vodka and were now a little abnormal in their brains!

This terrible thing must be solved immediately, the sooner the better!

"Comrade Malashenko, wait for me at the entrance of the headquarters for a while, I will be there soon."

Malashenko, who could see at a glance that Vatutin didn't want him to get involved in this mess, nodded quickly, took a few steps forward, dragged Ivushkin, who was at a loss like a scarecrow, and walked out. He soon walked through the corridor and came to the cold and windy headquarters gate.

"What happened just now? How did these guys almost fight???"

"This, this, comrade car commander, this is a little hard to explain, let me organize my words first."

Malachenko didn't listen to Iushkin telling him the whole process of the incident for too long. Vatutin, who had solved the things at hand, soon arrived with a folder as promised.

"Fill in all these and sign them first. I'll get them from the chief of staff for you."

Malachenko, knowing the seriousness of the problem, didn't dare to ask more questions. He just signed his name and filled in the date on several sheets of paper as Vatutin asked. After completing these final procedures before the vacation, he raised his head and looked at Vatutin in front of him carefully, waiting for the next thing to happen.

"To be honest, Comrade Malashenko, what happened just now was caused by a major staff chief named Orsha."

"Four relatives of Major Orsha were killed by the fascists in Minsk. They were ordinary civilians who did not have time to evacuate, not soldiers."

"Major Orsha's emotions may be unstable occasionally because of this. The comrades in the political work department have conducted psychological counseling for him many times, but judging from the situation just now, this may take some time, but this does not mean that we will abandon our comrades. Major Orsha is actually a very outstanding young man."