His antics amused the German officers. Obviously, the other party thought that it was a very interesting thing for an Englishman wearing a military uniform similar to that of a prisoner to salute Germany.

"Who said these Englishmen don't have a sense of humor." The officer turned his head sideways and said with a smile to his driver.

Then he pulled out his own cigarette, took out one, and handed it to the other party. After the other party took the cigarette in fear, he said, "Do you speak German?" ”

"Yes! I wouldn't say much! As a German teacher at a school here, the man nodded and said modestly.

"You're saying well, you've been to Germany?" The officer, visibly intrigued, continued to ask.

"I spent the same year in Austria." The man didn't know why a German captain would be so interested in him.

"I'm very optimistic about him! When you send something later, give him an extra piece. The captain turned his head sideways, looked at a soldier who had just stood guard here, and commanded.

"Yes! Sir! The soldier didn't know what was to be distributed, and he stood up and answered his commander's orders.

"You're in luck!" After giving orders to his soldiers, the German officer looked at the British man again: "The decision from above, every collaborator in the occupied area will be given a piece of margarine in a moment to improve your living conditions." ”

Butter? Although it is man-made, it is indeed a luxury. How long has it been since you had butter? The British man himself can't remember it clearly.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and quickly stood up again to shout his gratitude: "Hooray! Hitler! ”

Not far behind him, an Englishman carrying stones pouted in disdain when he saw this scene.

"And 'Hi! Hitler! 'What! Look at him like that...... "He threw the stone into the slope not far away, letting it roll down on its own, and emphasized the Tao with a disgusting expression.

"He's almost forgotten he's an Englishman." The other old lady was very dissatisfied and criticized coldly.

"Humph! Maybe he was counting on the German bastards to think of him as one of their own. The other man snorted angrily and said sourly.

The officer jumped into the car and drove away. He stood there and waited for the car to turn around the corner of the street, and the man named John, who was wearing an Italian military uniform, turned around and walked back.

"I said, the German promised to marry your wife?" Seeing the man return, a neighbor sarcastically said.

"In a moment, Germany will send some sausages, and every house will have some." John looked at the sarcastic man and said in return.

"Oh my God! God forbid!" The old lady, who was very dissatisfied just now, can be regarded as happy this time.

She still has two little grandchildren waiting for her to take home to eat, and although she is almost 50 years old, she still comes here to work just for that bite to eat.

It doesn't matter to Britain who started this war. Anyway, Germany invaded Poland, and then Britain went to war against the Germans.

Britain had already lost a game in France, but Churchill, who was already dead, did not agree to peace, and as a result, the war got out of control, and it is what it is now.

Although these things are not something that ordinary people can understand, the leaflets of Germans on the streets have made this kind of statement a big market.

Neither side is willing to fight such a war, and it is only a few people who are deceived by others to let the suffering come.

Now the Germans and the British are one family, and everyone can live together amicably (excerpt from Goebbels' leaflet that was distributed).

For the British, this statement was not satisfactory to everyone, but under the surveillance of machine guns and tanks, it was also a good choice to accept it appropriately.

"Is there anything else besides sausages?" The old lady asked curiously again.

"Every collaborator has a piece of margarine." If you ask around the neighborhood, you'll know everything, so John doesn't bother to hide it.

"Oh my god...... Butter, the last time I ate it, it was all before the war. The old lady sighed and cast an envious look.

The people around him were the same, envious of John, who was wearing an Italian military uniform. In their eyes, it seems that the rustic Italian military uniform has become pleasing to the eye.

If they had a choice, they would rather wear such a suit and salute the Germans in exchange for a luxury like margarine for their home.

"Also, the Germans set up a factory on the outskirts of the city to produce small farm machinery...... Let me ask if there are any craftsmen to sign up. John asked, looking at a few middle-aged people who turned out to be workers.

Most of the British workers were taken to the north by the government before the defeat of the war. These workers, who could not get to work, are still the main source of unrest in the north.

In the German occupation zone, there are not many working-age workers left, but there are still many retired old workers who were reluctant to leave their homeland at that time.

These people have now become an important resource for the revitalization of the occupied territories in Germany, so Germany would rather pay some luxuries than find them.

"Haven't you all worked in factories before, why don't you give it a try?" John looked at the men and asked curiously.

The "......" did not speak, because in their bones, they still believed that the Germans were enemies and that they should not work for the Germans.

"Some people say it's a concentration camp, and they trick people into it, and then they lock them up and kill them." A timid young man said this.

He had also heard about German job recruitment, but he had rarely seen anyone sign up. He was a good fitter, but he could only do some hard work, and he couldn't even earn enough to eat.

In this situation, the most comfortable job is to help load and unload things at the docks. In many cases, you can keep some contraband privately, and you can get your salary.

It's just that the work there is very strict and physically demanding. Many people could not do that kind of work, so they had to stay at home and pick up the rubble and receive relief food from the Germans.

"Nonsense!" John waved his hand and said, "It's just going to work, I heard that the person in charge is still a British businessman." ”

"Just going to work?" The young worker seemed a little moved, looked at John and confirmed, "We are neighbors, and if you lie to me, I will die." ”

"Hell! If I could fiddle with the machines, I'd go myself. John complained irritably: "Workers are allowed to go home every day, and the wages are quite high!" ”

"Well, I'll give it a try, and if I succeed, then everyone might be able to have a full meal." The young man thought about it, but finally couldn't resist the temptation, and said yes.

The anti-war propaganda and the terrible rumors of the post-war period seem to be unable to resist the great temptation of bread and sausages.

"I don't think you'll be disappointed." John smiled and said to the young man, "If you want, come to my house for dinner, and when you have earned money, you can invite me to your house for dinner." ”

"Of course!" The young man looked at the middle-aged people behind him who bowed their heads and continued to work, and deliberately amplified some of their voices: "When I bring back the news, everyone can sign up!" ”

Li Le and his head of the industrial division, Speer, wanted to quickly integrate the productive forces in Europe.

Of course, such a huge project takes time, but what Germany lacks most is time. To make up for some time, Germany is willing to give something else, such as money.

Today, France has unwittingly taken over the production of many of Germany's industrial products. It became a pure exporter, selling everything from weapons and ammunition to pots and pans.

The French found that the Germans were willing to pay for whatever they produced. It seems to be a good option to repay their war reparations with daily necessities as well as weapons and ammunition.

Germany wanted its occupation zone, as well as its client states, to take on the task of producing the daily necessities needed throughout Europe.

After German distribution, Europe is now more like a planned economy. Germany is responsible for the allocation of strategic resources, as well as household items, and everything is carried out according to the national plan.

Iron pots and bicycles produced in France will be distributed to Romania, Hungary and Finland, and Europe, which is in ruins, and no product will be wasted.

The Vichy government was even surprised to find that the French economy, which had been stimulated by the huge reparations, had made Vichy France's economic situation even better than before the war.

With France as a living example, the Netherlands and Belgium have put aside their reservations and begun to honestly contribute to European integration.

The Netherlands began to provide large quantities of agricultural products as pastures, while Belgium relied on military production to produce large quantities of light weapons for Germany.

Norway became an important supply base for iron ore raw materials, while Libya and Romania became energy supply depots for the empire.

Germany, as the suzerain, is working overtime to produce cars to supply the whole of Europe and the consumption of front-line troops.

The barrel car became the star vehicle in the German-occupied area, and the cheap price and simple craftsmanship made France and Italy join the production sequence.

Now this thing is really paved all over the streets: the more refined barrel cars made in France, marked with the Renault logo, have become the more high-end civilian cars in Europe.

The quality of barrel trucks produced in Italy is average, and it is mainly exported to Romania, Bulgaria and other countries, or sent to Africa for military vehicles.

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