Is Germany a good country? How can we define this good word? If a nation can stand tall among the nations of the world, then it must have its desirable greatness, but sometimes the greater the nation, the more brutal and tyrannical its foreign policy becomes. Because the rise of a nation requires war, and the ultimate goal of war is expansion, and the fundamental benefit of expansion is to gain more places that can be exploited.

There is no army to fight for the sake of war, war will eventually end, and after the end of the world, people will always try their best to continue to survive, this is an eternal truth, unless the war is over, mankind has perished, otherwise it will not change.

The army has expanded its territory, and these territories that have just been acquired are naturally not as precious as the inherent territory of the country itself, and these occupied former hostile countries have naturally become the objects of exploitation. How can we show the superiority of the victorious country, how can we reflect the majesty of a state apparatus? or, to put it another way, how can we get back the money we have spent as quickly as possible?

From ancient times to the present, war is not a simple physical game, but a complex system. Armies cost money every moment to fight, and no monarch or government is willing to support an army for nothing, especially when the armies of neighboring countries are weak.

More people are willing to take a big gamble, a big gamble with a very big win. They bet on the rise of their own nation to wage a war with considerable victory. Once you win, then you can recoup a lot of your previous investment, and as for defeat - idiots will lose, won't they?

It is obviously not a very difficult thing to start a war and win, as long as you accumulate military superiority in peacetime, find some generals who are not so stupid, and play some technical and tactical suppression, you can achieve the final victory in the war. The question is how to turn a victory into money.

What is the best way to make more money from the occupation as a pasture? Most people like to harvest the grass and sell it for profit, only to turn the land into a desert and raise a storm to swallow everything around it. And Accardo wanted Germany to be a herdsman, with planned grazing in the pastures, albeit slowly but without sequelae.

But now there are people who want to break this plan, they use the most primitive and stupid methods to recover their investment, which is inefficient and more dangerous, but these short-sighted fools are still talking about what they are doing right, and they are taking it for granted.

Undoubtedly, the victorious country has a sense of superiority over the defeated country, and they are also worthy of pride and pride, as the victorious country, it is understandable to take advantage of the chaos to recover some industries, but if you want to annex and integrate this occupied territory for a long time, then you must have a detailed plan for pacification and recruitment, and from the beginning it must be strictly implemented in accordance with the pre-planned plan, divide and disintegrate the natives, and finally let the natives who have gained benefits and the occupying power become one.

For this grand plan, Accardo even used his family business, the White Lanhua Group, to absorb and annex many Belgian and Dutch companies, and took the lead in giving better wages to Dutch and Belgian employees in these enterprises, so as to divide and break the will of some Dutch and Belgian resistance. The effect is not obvious, but it has been proven to be working - and now this little effect is almost ruined by a group of ignorant and short-sighted businessmen.

"Isn't it that I'm being too merciful to these fools, you say, to make them think that they might be able to deceive my eyes?" Acardo stood by the window, looking at the firing squad at the door, and at the Dutch natives in the distance, who were looking at everything with indifferent faces.

With one slogan after another, the SS soldier of the firing squad raised his hand and raised his rifle, aimed it at the wall to the left of the main entrance of the former Dutch royal palace, and then, with a command, pulled his own trigger.

"Bah!" a row of gunfire came from outside the window, and some businessmen, capitalists, and politicians who had been in suits and leather shoes and mixed well in German high society fell under the guns of their own people. They were merchants of the victorious powers, who had supported the government's foreign expansion and used their own money to support Accardo, the German Führer.

But now their chests are pierced, and their mouths are full of invective. They felt that it was Germany that had betrayed them, and that Accardo was making such a "fuss" just to pay off some war bonds. So they do not admit their mistakes until they die, and they do not admit that they have made any mistakes in exploiting the civilians of the occupied territories.

"Accardo, you despicable bastard! How much money did Lao Tzu give you back then? You dare to kill me now? I don't accept it! I won't accept it even if I die! Come and see! Everyone take a look! Look at what this bastard named Accardo is! He's the Führer of the Dutch! Not our German Führer!" a middle-aged man cursed as he was pressed against the wall.

But his insults did not win sympathy, and the surrounding Dutch locals were still staring coldly at the man, and on a makeshift platform on the edge of the execution area, a German officer held the trial papers and read aloud into the microphone the crimes of the man who had been stuffed into the noose.

He read a page of this man's many violations and misdeeds in the Netherlands, and then turned a page and continued to read aloud: "The criminal has committed too many crimes in the Netherlands, and I will not repeat them all here, and now according to the laws of the Empire, the criminal is sentenced to death and executed immediately!"

"Well, this damn bastard, tricked all four of our young men into going to his factory, and didn't have a day off for half a year, and could only see his family once a month through the iron bars! He wasn't human! He wasn't even paid half of the Führer's salary!" said a Dutchman, gritting his teeth, pointing to the man who was about to be hanged. The people around him cheered and applauded, overpowering the man's hysterical shouting.

"My Führer, the SS will not hesitate to eradicate any of your enemies. Gerli answered Accardo's words, and Accardo did not look back, but this did not affect Gehr's answer: "Some of your mercy are not worthy of it, they only deserve to be hanged." ”

"If one day, a lot of people want me to die, and the SS will raise their pistols at me. Accardo was still looking out the window, at the gallows where a corpse was dangling. The entire front of the Dutch Queen's palace has now been turned into a slaughterhouse, where several SS soldiers with rifles are disposing of corpses, while more SS soldiers are making more corpses with guns.

"Führer, at least I will always be loyal to you!" said Gehr earnestly. There is no shortage of loyal people at any time, and in fact, even the desperate Hitler still has many people who choose to follow, not to mention the Führer Accardo, who is now in full swing. After all, Gehr can be said to have been by Accardo's side, and if he can't use it for himself after such a long time of getting along, Accardo himself will be considered dead.

"Report, my Führer, the third team of condemned prisoners has been disposed of, and the fourth team is being escorted to the square, and the executive officer, Colonel Kryfinck, asks you whether to proceed with the execution. A guard stood in the doorway, and immediately reported to Accardo about the execution, and those once glorious elites of the empire were now cold corpses.

"Bell, bell!" The phone on Accardo's desk rang, and Gehr stepped forward and picked up the microphone: "Hello, this is the Führer's office. I am Gehr, and the Führer is by my side. Yes, ma'am, I will give the call to the Führer himself. ”

After he finished speaking, he covered the microphone with his hand, and then handed the phone to Accardo: "Führer, it's Miss Fanny, the Minister of Propaganda, she called in person and asked the Führer to answer the phone. ”

Accardo grabbed the phone and whispered, "Hey, I'm Accardo, what's the matter?"

"My Führer. On the other side of the phone, Fanny apparently already knew what was happening or was happening at Holland Square. Her tone was a little hurried, a nervousness she hadn't seen in a long time: "I've already been informed of what you're doing in Rotterdam, so I ask you to be careful about the national mood and try to be more restrained." It's good that these people are disposed of in private, there is no need for such mass public executions, which ...... your reputation to the Führer"

"I'm spending my own money for the sake of the country. Accardo took the telephone receiver and said calmly: "I don't ask everyone to be like me, for the sake of this country, to put their own money." But I just asked them to be more restrained when they looted, and they couldn't do it...... I can only think that these people are my enemies, enemies of the Empire, and you tell me, my enemies, don't they deserve to die?"

"Of course your enemies should die, my Führer, but tomorrow people with ulterior motives will spread the word that you killed the Germans for the Dutch. Fanny said worriedly, "This will indeed suffer some losses from your long-standing popularity." ”

"Well, let everyone know. Accardo said coldly: "Remember one thing, that is, those who violate me must pay the price! If the German people don't understand me and let me leave, then I will leave!"

After saying that, he hung up the phone in his hand, then looked at the SS soldiers who were still waiting for orders at the door, and ordered: "Escort the fourth group of criminals to the square and continue to kill!"