On the morning of the Fourth of October, at Berlin's Abbey Strasse 21, Mrs. Winter got up as usual and made a warm breakfast. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Mrs. Winter had just set breakfast on the table, and Mr. Winter had washed up and sat down at the table.

Mr. Winter asked, "How's your sweater going?" ”

"I'm done weaving, I'll send it to them today." Mrs. Winter said.

Mr. Winter nodded, did not speak, and quickly finished his breakfast, put on a cap, and went to work.

Mrs. Winter had finished eating, had cleaned the table, had cleaned the room again, and looked at the time, and it was almost nine o'clock.

Mrs. Winter went to the closet and took out two black sweaters from the closet.

On the collar of the larger sweater, there is a card pinned to it, and two lines of words are written on it.

To my dear son, Mr. Captain William Winter.

The sweater with a smaller number also has a card pinned to it, and the card also has two lines of words written on it.

To my lovely son, Mr. Friedrich Winter.

The Winter couple are over 50 years old, have only two sons, and serve in the reconnaissance battalion of the 7th Panzer Division.

Seeing the weather turn colder, Mrs. Winter thought of her two sons who were fighting on the Eastern Front, and remembered that her husband, who had fought in the First World War, had said more than once that the winters in Russia were much colder than in Germany, so she started early and knitted a thick sweater for each of her two sons.

Two thick sweaters were packed into a thick plastic bag and wrapped in duct tape, and Mrs. Winter dressed herself and left the house with the package.

It was drizzling outside, and Mrs. Winter, holding her umbrella, walked to the post office, two streets away, to send a parcel and a letter home.

When Mrs. Winter returned home, she had an extra copy of the Stormtrooper in her hand, which was a must-read newspaper for the couple every day.

The headline on the front page of "The Storm" today, the main headline is very shocking.

In the name of the people, traitors will be severely punished!

Mrs. Winter looked at the text in small print again, and quickly understood what had happened.

The Black Band, a treasonous organization founded by Admiral Canaris, head of military intelligence, Admiral Ludwig Beck, former chief of the Army General Staff, and many senior political and military officials.

This treasonous organization has repeatedly betrayed information to foreign intelligence agencies, and more recently has gone so far as to poison the Polish governor-general, General Heinz von Rosen.

The above is not the main point of Mrs. Winter's concern, but what really catches Mrs. Winter's attention is the more exciting content below.

The most outrageous act of the traitorous organization was to deliberately instigate the Führer to continue the offensive in order to achieve the goal of undermining the Führer's prestige and eventually replacing the Führer and making peace with the enemy.

The great German Führer Adolf Hitler, with his keen political sense and astonishing insight, saw through the conspiracy of the traitorous organization and wiped out the traitors.

Now the German people are faced with a major problem, which is to get together winter clothing as quickly as possible and deliver it to the front-line soldiers before the winter comes.

"There is a shortage of 1.24 million sets, so many."

When Mrs. Winter saw that terrible number, she immediately thought of her two sons, and whether Wilhelm and Friedrich would be among the 1.24 million people who lacked winter clothes.

Mrs. Winter felt a heat in her chest and a dry mouth.

Leaving the sofa, Mrs. Winter hurried to the wardrobe and tossed around, and pulled out two sets of cotton clothes, which were old cotton clothes worn by her two sons before they left home.

Looking at the two old cotton clothes, Mrs. Winter let out a heartfelt sigh.

Thank God they're still there, and thankfully I didn't throw them away.

Mrs. Winter carefully folded the two old cotton coats, placed them in the most conspicuous place in the wardrobe, and turned and went into the kitchen to prepare lunch.

At twelve twenty-twenty p.m., Mr. Winter stepped on time and pushed open the door punctually.

Mrs. Winter said: "The newspaper is on the couch, and the Führer has just eliminated a group of traitors. ”

"I heard it on the radio in the factory, and everyone was talking about it."

As he spoke, Mr. Winter took off his coat and hung it on the hanger, picked up the newspaper and sat on the sofa to read it.

"These guys are all high-ranking officers, and the former mayor of Leipzig, big farmers, why are they betraying Germany? Why stab in the back? In the last war, it was because of the traitors at home that we lost a war without defeat, and now the war is going so smoothly that they even betray Germany. They all deserve to die, and the gallows is their best home. ”

Mr. Winter, a veteran of the last World War and a staunch supporter of the ideas of National Socialism, strongly endorsed Hitler's claim that "Germany lost the First World War because it was stabbed in the back by a traitor."

Seeing the treasonous organization of the Black Band being smashed, Mr. Winter's first thought was that Germany had been stabbed in the back by traitors again.

"It's a good thing the Führer found out early, otherwise Wilhelm and Friedrich would have spent the winter in Russia in sweaters."

Unlike Mr. Winter, Mrs. Winter's focus has always been on the winter dress of her two sons.

"The Führer called on us to donate cotton clothes, do you have any surplus cotton clothes at home?" Mr. Winter asked.

Mrs. Winter said, "The padded clothes that Wilhelm and Friedrich wore when they were at home are still there, and I have found them, and I will go to church in the afternoon." ”

Mr. Winter nodded.

The newspaper said that if a German family had a surplus of cotton clothes, send them to the nearest church, where government workers would collect the cotton clothes and take care of sending them to the front.

At the call of the German government, from the Baltic Sea in the north to the Alps in the south, all the places where churches are located, whether in cities or villages, have become places where people gather.

Thousands of families like the Winter couples, when they line up to donate cotton clothes, inevitably talk to each other about their relatives who are serving in the army, the curse against traitors such as Canaris and Generals Beck, the notoriety of the black band and its members, and the revil of the German people at every moment.

While the Call to Action was in full swing, Chen Dao and Goering were seeing off Hitler at the airport outside Berlin.

Hitler and Chen Dao shook hands tightly: "Heinz, what you said is very reasonable, the attack on Moscow has been stopped, and the officers and soldiers of Army Group Center must be full of resentment, and I must go to eliminate their resentment and let them know who they really should resent against." ”

"By the way, I will gain their love." Chen Dao said.

"Yes, the "Love Action" you designed is very timely, very careful, and wonderful." Hitler said with a smile.