Chapter 61

At this moment, the surging crowd finally realized what had happened behind them. Someone shouted "tanks," and like a swift current, the human sea was passively pushed towards the Berlin Wall.

"Fire, fire..." The people who were driven here by the tanks quickly entered the crowd, raised their hands high, and shouted to the sky. This cry quickly spread to nearly ten thousand West Berlin residents gathered below the Berlin Wall. These ten thousand people were the most disciplined protesters since the start of the West Berlin rally, but the leaders were directly pointing at the American and British military police who had come to arrest the vandals.

"Oh, God! We came here to arrest the vandals, but now it seems like we've become executioners!" The British military police, holding their guns, looked at the crowd that made their hair stand on end. These densely packed people were at least two hundred meters thick, and the length was impossible to discern with the naked eye.

"If we dare to fire, not to mention the East German soldiers on the watchtowers, the ten thousand people in front of us will tear us apart," another British soldier, with disheveled hair, also had eyes full of fear. The crowd was just too large, and even a glance made his scalp tingle, instilling fear.

"Fire, fire!" The voices of the ten thousand people gathered below the Berlin Wall rose wave after wave. Even the 40-centimeter-thick wall couldn't stop the sound from reaching East Berlin. Heads appeared on the buildings near the Berlin Wall, witnessing a shocking scene: the tanks of the three occupying powers in the distance, and the densely packed crowd leaning against the Berlin Wall, facing the American and British military police, raising their arms to urge the soldiers on the watchtowers to fire.

"Fire, fire!" Some East Berlin residents also joined the shouting, even though they were far from the incident. The East Berlin residents were also shouting at the top of their lungs, on the streets and in the buildings, with some trying to approach the Berlin Wall.

This change was also noticed by Yevgeny Shcherbakov and his companion. It must be said that this situation was actually beneficial to the Soviet Union, and it was time to call it a day. "The situation seems to be getting out of hand; it should be controlled!" Shcherbakov, looking at the stopped American tanks, thought for a moment and said, "From today's situation, it's clear that a bloody incident has occurred deep in West Berlin. In the future, the three occupying powers will definitely not be able to use the events of six years ago as a pretext. Perhaps your East Germany should seize the opportunity to condemn the other side..."

"That's the Foreign Ministry's job. I need to go down and control the situation!" Markus Wolf said simply and hurriedly left the building. Soon, he got into a car and drove directly into the Berlin Wall's security zone.

Isamotni smiled and walked up to the Stasi agent who was fiddling with the surveillance equipment, asked a few questions, and then took over the agent's work, fiddling with the surveillance equipment in the room.

Isamotni, wearing a headset, had a serious expression and continuously adjusted the equipment. A few minutes later, she looked satisfied and turned on the speaker, saying, "Director, it's still noisy, but we can hear the specific situation now..."

After turning on the speaker, the sound from the Berlin Wall echoed in the room, much clearer this time. At least the voices were整齐 enough for Shcherbakov to hear "fire," but his expression quickly became very comical as Markus Wolf's voice came from the surveillance equipment, "Soldiers of the three occupying powers, stop your actions to suppress the people..."

Shcherbakov couldn't control himself, how could he laugh in such a serious and solemn situation? But he quickly regained his composure. Markus Wolf's move to accuse the West Berlin forces was not entirely unjustified.

"In a sense, both our side and West Germany are part of the current world's grand strategy. As a German, I have almost lost control of my hands several times, wanting to order the opening of the border to let the West Berliners, who are being forced by tanks, come in, but I cannot do that. We and West Germany are of the same ethnicity but in opposing positions, and the United States and the Soviet Union behind us do not allow such behavior!" Markus Wolf played the emotional card, even though he was in a fortress where no one could see him, his voice was broadcast through the loudspeakers on the Berlin Wall, covering the entire area.

"Moreover, if I let you in, you will be labeled as communists, and today's incident will become a diplomatic issue. I am very cowardly, and I must be responsible for the residents of East Berlin!" Markus Wolf's voice slowly came from the speaker, "Some may think that the military strength of West Berlin is negligible, and we can completely occupy West Berlin without the need for a wall, but in fact, the United States and the Soviet Union have already failed to reach an agreement on the issue of East and West Berlin. The division of East and West Berlin into different camps has become a fait accompli. Without the wall, we would only stare at each other, achieving nothing, becoming pawns in the current world situation. It would be better to separate, and under different governments, we can develop to the best of our abilities, and one day we will reunify as one country..."

At this moment, dozens of loudspeakers were thrown from the East Berlin side, and Markus Wolf's voice came again, "Now I can answer some of my fellow countrymen's questions, and I hope the West Berliners can calm down..."

This unique exchange began below the Berlin Wall. Markus Wolf, at some point, became the protector of the ten thousand West Berlin residents, persuading them to cooperate with the American and British military police, not to make things difficult for the internal troops on the Berlin Wall, "If we fire, it will become a diplomatic issue. If we let you be forcibly arrested by the American and British military police, we cannot let our conscience be at peace!"

"Finally, I have one last question for you: Has anyone in West Berlin died?" Markus Wolf's tone was very difficult, his voice slightly choked, showing the acting skills of an excellent spy. After hearing the affirmative answer, Markus Wolf took a long time to say, "I am sorry, please cooperate with the investigation by the three occupying powers. The Soviet Union may have a way, but East Germany does not have the ability to make the investigation results public in West Berlin. We will seek help from the Soviet Union to ensure justice for this West Berlin incident..."

Shcherbakov, still in the building, suddenly opened his eyes. Hearing Markus Wolf's words, it seemed that among the Soviets in East Germany, he was the one generally responsible for the Berlin issue. "I now feel the weight of my responsibility..." It was very late when the West Berlin residents below the Berlin Wall finally dispersed. Some of them might spend an unknown amount of time in the police station, but the West Berlin incident would need more time to ferment.

"Do I need to seek justice for the West Berliners now?" Shcherbakov, who considered himself adaptable, still found it hard to accept the rapid changes in the Berlin crisis over the past few months, from the breakdown of negotiations to military investigations, from the construction of the Berlin Wall to the current tank standoff, and now he was supposed to represent the Soviet Union to apply pressure? Even with his good adaptability, he found it hard to accept...

【I should be able to finish Berlin tomorrow...】

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