In a large factory area in western Poland, there is a towering watchtower with German SS soldiers patrolling back and forth with rifles.

As soon as the sky dawned, you could vaguely hear the barking of wolf dogs led by the patrolling soldiers, making this huge factory complex looming in the dense fog look exceptionally quiet and eerie.

The silence was broken by the sound of the "......" siren, the wolfdogs barked more frequently and loudly, and two men with armbands of the German flag on their arms walked up to the warehouse-like buildings with their hands behind their backs and shouted: "Don't be lazy!

A thin old man silently pushed open the door, the pulley grinding against the rails with a sharp creaking. More people came out, most of them looking like they were looking good. These people were unknown, and the people who came out of the two larger barracks were isolated from the other barracks, and they were more physically fit and walked in the opposite direction.

These strong men went to work in factory A, because factory A is a factory that produces bullets, so these people have a higher standard of diet. Of course, most of them came from Polish factories and the Junker aristocracy in Germany, and their level of education was relatively high.

The hungry yellow-skinned people in the distance are the poor workers in the production workshop of the clothing factory and bandages and other products. These people have no special skills, can only do some simple work, and most of them are women, because they have to take care of children, so they are relatively stable.

Children were programmed to participate in German-friendly education and to learn German, a "100-year plan" ordered by Accardo, requiring children in the occupied territories to learn German, and to use German test scores to advance to higher education and academic qualifications, and if the test score was less than 30, the entire family was "assigned" to central Poland.

Compared to western Poland, it was a real hell. The people over there were wantonly suppressed, and their status was not much stronger than that of the serfs back then. Most of the land was occupied by large farmers, and everyone had to report their identity in Germany, and without a government-issued permit, they would be killed for night travel.

"Old fitter. I heard that you used to have a small factory in Munich that even produced aircraft engine parts?" A bearded man with a flag armband on his arm and a forward hat walked up to the old man who was in charge of opening the door for the two well-treated barracks, and asked with a smile, "How did you get mixed up with this?"

The old man didn't speak, sighed and bent forward, he cried and made trouble, except for being beaten and ridiculed, no one here sympathized with a bankrupt Junker nobleman, to talk about a grudge with the Führer or with the Empire, many people here are more bitter and bitter than him, but when he came here, he also walked into hell with one foot, who would remember such a distant thing as revenge.

It is impossible to forget hatred, and those who come here are caught because of the prosperity of the empire. Some were arrested for violating Imperial law for shoddy production of the Führer, and others were caught for being framed by the SS or had a vendetta against a big man.

At first, they still wanted to get out, to escape from prison or to resist, but when they were tortured and beaten day and night, when they were locked up in confinement and could only wail without ghosts, when they were tortured by hunger to the point of exhaustion, the guards just said that they could live like human beings by working, so they suppressed their hatred and went to work desperately.

There are also things that I can't think of, destroying machinery and affecting production, but the next day someone dragged the other party's wife and daughter to this concentration camp, and ravaged it in front of everyone for a day, and then the family men and women hung naked on the barbed wire, and now they have become a pile of bones. And the daughter of that family was madly locked up in the "good place" next door, which was full of men who had committed crimes, younger wives and daughters, and prisoners who worked hard there to "have fun".

So after a long period of subtlety, the people here have developed a pathological sense of submissiveness, when a new person comes in, they will help the guards to abuse together, and if someone tries to resist, they will be ruthlessly reported, they enjoy this life morbidly, and they don't mind that the corpses taken from the barracks every day can be piled up in a truck.

There is no semblance of Berlin's prosperity and magnificence, nor does it seem to have anything to do with the great Third Reich, this is the entrance to hell, a temple of disaster and terror.

The old man's two sons and a daughter both worked in the camp, and his granddaughter and grandson also went to school nearby. So he was arguably one of the most obedient people in the entire camp, and he could even go to the guardhouse to deliver the laundry, and then help the guards polish their boots and guns.

"Tell me, old man, talk about it. Don't be so stingy!" The big man didn't give up, and laughed loudly as he followed the old man's footsteps, and asked, "The chief warden said that you turned out to be a very rich man. ”

This is a factory contracted by a Jewish consortium, and it is not known whether the Führer did it on purpose. This factory produces about hundreds of thousands of profits a year, but the cost is almost zero, so since the establishment of these "flesh and blood" factories, some big capitalists in Germany have a good opinion of the Third Reich as if they were their own fathers.

The old man stood still, pointed to a factory in the distance, and introduced softly: "Originally, I had such a large factory, which was responsible for the production of spare parts for airplanes. Originally, he had some friendship with the military, but later he ...... I don't know how I became related to a few Junker nobles, which was originally a good thing, but when the Führer rectified Junkers, those people didn't know the current affairs, and they implicated me here. ”

Although the old man said it simply, he still had some pathos. In fact, his sin is not great, and even Zhu Lian may not be able to take his turn. If you put it on ordinary people's homes and give some money to walk around the relationship, it may be over. It's just that the military took a fancy to the factory he ran, and came up with such a reason to grab it directly, so they did it without mercy.

The old man himself has repeatedly thought about this problem, if he had the current thinking, he would have given the factory to the military earlier, and it is estimated that he can still mix idle jobs now, helping the empire manage a small private enterprise or something. But now it's too late to regret it, several members of the family have been arrested, and if you want to get out, it's the Year of the Monkey.

Since the big man was a newcomer, he didn't say much, after all, he was just an unofficial representative sent by the owners of this concentration camp, and he only had the power to supervise and inquire, and more often than not, it could only play a deterrent role. What really changed the conversation of the prisoners here were the "demons" in black SS uniforms.

In order to appease the working prisoners, every month they would go to meet their relatives on the other side and talk for a few minutes to comfort each other. This system was devised by Accardo, and it was very useful for managing these hopeless prisoners, under which they were like grasshoppers chained to a rope, without the slightest ability or heart to resist.

The old man turned on the lights in the factory building, and suddenly the whole workshop was brightened, this was a large-scale arms production base in Germany, and there were many factories like this in other concentration camps, and there were many cheap ones produced on a large scale.7 Ammunition of 92 mm caliber.

Most of these ammunition are provided for the army's peacetime training and second-line troops, and each box has the signature of a strict inspector and each person in the production process, and if there is a problem, the personnel who produce these bullets can be found immediately. Because it is an ammunition used in peacetime training and second-line troops, I am not worried that it will have a big impact.

Of course, near Warsaw, the "provincial capital" of Poland, there is also a relatively high-level factory, which specializes in providing 13 mm caliber machine gun bullets and 30 mm caliber machine gun shells used by the Air Force, which are also used for air force training, and the weapons and medicines of the front-line troops are all produced by regular factories in Germany.

Although they don't care about the opportunity to patronize other people's wives and daughters, they must at least ensure the safety of their wives and daughters?

The old man bent over his back with his hands behind his back, squinting his eyes in the roaring factory building, he went out to open and close the door, and also had a job to inspect all the places, keep it hygienic and clean, of course, there were other personnel in the cleaning, he was just responsible for checking, and when it was dirty, he would notify the management person.

It was only when he made his rounds that he could feel that he was still the leader of a factory, and that Mr. Factory Manager, whom every worker loved very much. At this time, he even had some smiles on his face, but he didn't dare to look at those cold eyes, for fear that he would wake up from his dream.

In fact, he didn't know why he was chosen to do such a seemingly easy job, instead of starving to death and being incinerated into a pile of fertilizer like other old people. Only occasionally speculated that it might be that they had seized their own real estate and savings, and robbed the factory with a monthly income of hundreds of thousands, the SS bigwigs were still a little guilty.

In fact, he guessed wrong, he was able to stand here and continue to live because the Führer ordered the kindness of those who had been robbed of their assets, despite the fact that the SS had killed the people who had been robbed of their assets.