A man with a six-pointed star sewn on his chest leaned against the wall in the corner of the factory, his emaciated face with sharp angles. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

A few days ago he was teetering on the brink of death, atoning for his alleged sins in a labor camp guarded by the German SS in a horrifier than prison sentence.

But everything changed a few days later with a letter from the Secretariat of the High Command of the SS, containing a letter of commitment and an invitation to continue working for Germany.

Originally, he thought that the Germans were going to persecute him again, and he was so frightened that he didn't even know what to do.

However, the local guards immediately gathered all the Jews in the labor camps who had received the letters, loaded them onto trains, and transported them between Germany and Poland.

At first, he was reluctant to leave the camp because he had heard too many rumors that the people who were being taken by the train were actually executed.

Soon, however, he was escorted to the train station by the soldiers, and when he saw the train that was transporting them, he denied his previous suspicions.

If you want to execute the person who was shot, you don't have to deliberately arrange such a decent train to transport it. Although it is not as good as those special trains, this train is full of sleepers, and the grade is obviously much higher.

He was escorted aboard the train with many others, and soon they discovered that there were other passengers on the train - many German workers.

The German workers soon became acquainted with the Jews, as they were not of high status in the original factory, and most of them were even second-class apprentices.

In a daze, the man and all the people on the train came here, a secret production factory.

At first, there was no big equipment here, but soon the Jew named Murakov saw what kind of factory it was.

The equipment that was gradually brought here was used to produce bullets, and a secret factory next door was used to produce shells.

Murakov was reluctant to produce shells for the Germans, and he even cursed in his heart that these Germans would lose this war against the Jews!

But he had to work here because the rules and regulations were very strict, and even stipulated how many parts and components were produced per day to be eligible for food and sleep.

To Mulakov's disbelief, the German workers who came to the factory were treated equally, except that they received more overtime pay and subsidies.

The secret factory was no different from a concentration camp, with two layers of barbed wire as a wall to keep anyone trying to leave without the main entrance.

Outside the two layers of barbed wire, there are also warning signs of the danger of landmines. There are skulls painted on it, and it looks creepy.

Except that he did not have the right to get out of here, Murakov found that this place was infinitely better than the labor camp, and if he worked hard, it was no different from his own life outside the home.

If you exceed your quota, the factory regularly provides margarine and bread that you can lock in your closet box and mail to your relatives in distant labor camps.

All the Jews who came here were workers with families and relatives, and who had mastered the skills of turning, milling, and milling.

At the same time that they were sent here, their relatives were also sent to another concentration camp with relatively better conditions, where they were placed in centralized custody.

Food was still scarce, so the German top brass who managed the factory encouraged the Jewish workers to work hard and mail the food they had been allocated for overfulfilling their tasks to distant relatives.

There is a perfect reward and punishment system, and each person must not produce more scrap than the requirements of similar factories in Germany, and if it exceeds, the reward will be deducted or punished.

Penalties are accumulated and carried out intensively on a weekly basis. On the day of punishment, Jewish workers were selected from the factories and visited the family camps.

The executions were fair, and the camps would publicize the families of the physically punished and the mistakes made by their men, and then execute them in retaliation.

Under this system, the factory has been under construction for eight days, and some people have punished their sons and wives for their mistakes, and some people have made their own efforts to get more food for their families.

Murakov was one of the more cooperative Jews, and when he heard that he could earn bread for his sons, daughters, and wives, he cooperated and began production.

He was in charge of operating the machine tools and finishing the bullets one by one, and the craftsmanship was so great that the quantity produced in a day was almost the standard of two German workers.

After all, before he fell here, he was a well-known high-level bullet manufacturing worker, and his ability was obvious to all.

On Kristallnacht, his family was unlucky, and in the end, the factory could not save him, so he was reduced to a concentration camp and lived a miserable life without food.

Now, it seems that the days are back up as usual, he works hard every day, while his wife and a pair of children enjoy the food he has worked so hard to earn.

"Murakov!" Seeing him resting against the wall, a middle-aged man in a decent suit walked over with a smile and said hello to him.

This slightly fat German was the head of the factory, and he was the highest-ranking German here, and even the SS soldiers were at his disposal.

He calmly walked around a reciprocating machine tool, smiled and patted the Jewish worker who was also a little emaciated by the machine, and walked in front of Murakov.

"Uh, sir! I'm just a little tired, leaning here and resting for a minute. Murakov explained with some embarrassment.

Being seen by an employer that you are resting is a more depressing thing. What's more, when this employer holds the power of life and death for the whole family of workers, this depression will be infinitely magnified.

"Oh, rest, it's okay! Actually, I came to you on purpose. With a smile on his face, the head of the factory pulled out a box of somewhat shriveled cigarettes from his pocket and threw them all directly to Murakov.

Murakov was somewhat flattered by this surprise. For the Germans, cigarettes were also a very scarce strategic material, and the other side gave them to him, which represented a reward.

"Thank you...... Thank you. Murakov took the few remaining cigarettes and nodded in gratitude to his immediate superior.

"Let me tell you, the factory is ready to set up some advanced models." The other party's face was smiling like a flower, and he looked a little friendly.

It was an expression that Murakov hadn't seen for a long time, because he was Jewish, a race that didn't seem to be popular in Germany.

"You've been chosen, and you're going to keep working hard, I'm very optimistic about you." The other smiled and patted Murakov on the shoulder, expressing encouragement.

"Yes! Mr! Murakov nodded quickly, indicating that he was very cooperative with the kind of obedient people.

The other party was obviously satisfied with his attitude, leaned over to his ear, and whispered: "As long as you continue to cooperate like this, your children will soon have a chance to continue their education." ”

"Going to school?" None of Mulakov's children are very old, and they were still in elementary school. But Kristallnacht interrupted their studies, and they have not continued their studies until now.

Thinking that this life is the end of their lives, who knew that these Germans would be willing to let their children continue to study.

"It's all the Führer, and the Führer is experimenting with a new project about the Jews." The person in charge was apparently a good microphone expressing the Führer's deep goodwill towards these Jews.

As he spoke, he pulled out his lighter, opened a new pack of cigarettes, handed one to Mulakov, and took one in his own mouth: "He thinks the punishment of the Jews is too much." ”

"Führer? He thinks the punishment for us is too heavy? "Murakov felt like he had heard the funniest thing in the world.

If the Führer really thinks so, it may be that God is really helping the Jews - but two months ago the Führer was clamoring for a high-handed policy against all the Jews in the Empire, right?

"Yes, he has recently thought of a new way to give you salvation." The person in charge pointed at Murakov and spoke.

"This is the meaning of the existence of this factory, and the meaning of looking for you to experiment!" In Murakov's frightened expression, the other party said.

Seeing that Murakov was still a little incomprehensible, he continued to smile and say: "Working hard and contributing your strength to the future of the empire is a kind of salvation. ”

When he said this, the face of the person in charge of the factory floor had a divine light on his face, as if he was a godfather who was looking for good and good: "As long as you are willing to work hard, you will have the opportunity to integrate into the German family again!" ”

Reintegrating into the German family? Murakov apparently didn't like this statement. But what followed couldn't help but be ignored by him.

As long as you work hard, it is possible to send your children to school, and if you continue to work, your wife can even have a separate room of their own.

These things are obviously more appealing than joining any German family. Murakov was obviously very good at this time, nodding his head in response, and he looked like he had been fooled.

"I'll work hard! Thank you, thank you, thank you to the Führer for giving me such an opportunity! He didn't know what to say, so he nodded and promised his boss.

And the other party, patting Murakov on the shoulder, nodded and walked into the distance. The machines were roaring, and everyone was busy desperately.

In this place, there is already a second ammunition factory of this size, and soon more factories will appear here, and it is even more comforting that the workers inside are incredibly cheap.