Chapter 1212: Close the door and beat the dog
It has to be said that the Polish nation is still very strong-willed. Even though Poland has perished and has been ruled by the Russians for many years, the number of "converts" in this nation is far less than expected.
On the one hand, it may be that Poland's national culture and heritage have allowed them to retain a trace of their original pride. On the other hand, it may be that the Russians are really not human. As for the proportion of the two, it can only be seen from different perspectives.
But some existences can appear widely in different eras and countries, and there is also a necessity.
So the Polish Jews replaced the "Polish traitor" niche.
Poland is the first country in Europe to implement a policy of religious tolerance, coupled with a series of religious reforms and religious wars in the 16th and 17th centuries.
Poland naturally gathered a large number of Jews and other ethnic minorities, as well as pagans, and Poland at that time did shelter these people.
However, with the passage of time, the once powerful Poland was successfully divided by Russia, Prussia and Austria under the blessing of absolute democracy.
It is well known that a certain nation has always had a good tradition of wanting to snatch someone else's umbrella and pour a pot of boiling water on it because it has been rained on itself.
So the Polish Jews became Russian Jews. The latter had lived in Poland for a long time, so they were very familiar with the local situation and were no less capable than the real "Polish traitors" in being lackeys.
In fact, the Russians did not like the Jews either, but they were relatively easy to use.
In the eyes of the Jews, this might be business and work, so they had no burden in their hearts, but in the eyes of the Poles, it was ungrateful, and it also laid the groundwork for the Polish revenge in the future.
Back in Warsaw at this time, a group of Russian-Polish patrolmen swaggered into the church.
"Ladies and gentlemen! Your prayers should end! The Warsaw government needs to requisition this place now."
The leading police chief Ivanovich enjoyed this kind of attention, especially the feeling of being unhappy with him but unable to do anything about him, which made him feel very comfortable.
"Requisition? No, Mr. Police Chief Ivanovich. This is the residence of God"
The priest came over and tried to persuade the patrolmen to leave.
"The residence of God? This is Russian land! Everything on Russian land belongs to the great Tsar! You are also the subjects of the Tsar and should respect the orders of the Tsar."
A middle-aged man stood up and questioned in the praying crowd.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean this place no longer belongs to you! Get out now!"
"You dare!"
"Why not! This is the order of the Governor-General! Watch!"
Sheriff Ivanovich took out a pre-written document. This was certainly not an order from Venbetrovsky, but how could you make a big banner without pulling a tiger skin? There must be some room for operation.
The crowd was in turmoil, but most people were obviously unwilling to leave.
"I'll give you three minutes. If you don't leave, I'll arrest you!"
Sheriff Ivanovich scolded. The priest made a cross on his chest and prayed silently, and the believers behind him followed suit.
Sheriff Ivanovich snorted and began to count down. The so-called faith is important, but most people can't really pay for their faith, even a beating is unnecessary.
So some people started to stand up and walked out of the church silently.
"Smart people!"
Sheriff Ivanovich stared at the remaining people with a smile. He knew that as long as someone in a group began to move, the so-called unity would disappear immediately.
As expected, more and more people chose to leave.
Sheriff Ivanovich had a ferocious look on his face, but he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. After all, he didn't want to do things too much. This was just work. There was no need to work too hard. If you push people too hard, it would be more trouble than gain.
Sheriff Ivanovich deliberately stretched his voice for a long time, and there was no lack of threats and intimidation.
"10, 9, 8, 7, if you don't run, you won't have a chance!"
Sheriff Nikolai Ivanovich couldn't help but smile grimly as he watched the crowd leaving one after another. The countdown continued.
"6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1! You really don't know whether to live or die! Go!"
The patrolmen immediately rushed into the crowd like mad dogs after receiving the order, raising their batons and beating them. For a moment, the church was in chaos. A woman holding a child was pushed down. A patrolman quickly raised his baton and hit the baby's head.
"Bang!" The patrolman flew backwards, and the baton in his hand flew out with him.
The second before the baton was about to hit the baby's head, the priest took out a shotgun and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
"You! You, how dare you?"
Sheriff Ivanovich was shocked and speechless. The patrolmen around him stopped their actions and looked sideways. Although they were the lackeys of the Russians, the Russians were also on guard against them, so these lackeys did not have guns in their hands.
At this time, a majestic voice sounded.
"Close the door! Don't let anyone go!"
The people who should have left suddenly appeared outside the church door. With a "creaking" sound that made people's teeth ache, the heavy wooden door was buckled together and the wooden bolt fell heavily.
The door seemed to block all hope and all evil.
The Poles, who were originally fleeing in panic, now picked up their pre-hidden weapons and gradually gathered around.
"What are you going to do? Don't you want to live? We are representatives of the Warsaw government! If you put down your weapons now and let us go, I can pretend that nothing happened.
I promise to God! I will personally persuade the Governor to give up this absurd idea.
Don't be fooled by this fake priest. He is a Polish restorationist and a wanted criminal!"
As an old man, Sheriff Ivanovich showed extraordinary calmness at this time, and still wanted to fight for a glimmer of life by pretending to be powerful.
This trick really worked. Many people didn't want to kill people, let alone rebel. If there were other ways, they would also want to make a big deal out of a small matter.
The last sentence was even more vicious. Although Sheriff Ivanovich was just talking nonsense, the truth was almost the same.
"Represent your mother! Kill them! Do you dare to believe the words of the Jews and Russians? Have you forgotten how they usually treat you?"
The majestic voice sounded again, and the Poles in the church were immediately pulled back to reality, and they picked up their weapons and smashed them at the patrolmen.
In fact, the Poles have long been resentful of the Warsaw government and these lackeys. They are fed up with those discriminatory laws and tyranny, and they don't want to live without dignity and faith.
This time, they must fight to their heart's content.
For a moment, all kinds of farm tools, kitchen utensils, cold weapons, and sharpened wooden sticks were thrown at several patrolmen, and soon several people fell in a pool of blood.
Under the holy image of mercy, the blood of sin dyed the ground red, but the people felt still unsatisfied.
So a larger-scale riot began, and the people took up weapons and asked the church door to be opened and took to the street.
Almost at the same time, the same bloody incidents broke out in various parts of Warsaw. Screams and cries echoed in the church.
The anger of the Poles has accumulated for decades, and now it has been ignited, and the raging anger will eventually burn everything.
Regarding the counting part, it would sound very bad if it was replaced with ellipsis.