Any invasion will inevitably have exploitation and oppression, this is an inevitable thing, the difference is that it is easy to ignore or accept it in concealment, or it is blatant, causing the other party to resist and resist.

In this time and space, Germany's approach was to treat the occupied territories in a hierarchical manner, divide and disintegrate the occupied territories, impose harsher colonial rule in eastern Poland, and use the funds or materials obtained from the exploitation of this region to subsidize the other occupied territories and enable them to quickly resume production.

So while the Netherlands, Belgium and even France were thriving, the German province of Poland, despite the longest occupation, was still like an incurable abscess, bleeding disgusting white pus. The partisans and rebels there were like weeds, forcing the Germans to have 120,000 light infantry there to ensure that law and order there would not affect the situation on the Eastern Front.

The purpose of enduring such painful repetition in eastern Poland was to pacify the Dutch, Belgian, and French occupation zones more quickly, which was an established German state policy that no one was allowed to desecrate. Accardo, Augustus, and even Speer have worked hard for this goal, and they have only made a slight improvement until now.

France's heavy artillery production line has now begun to work, and the quality of the 75 mm infantry field guns and the 150 mm large-caliber howitzers have begun mass production, these enterprises have relieved the pressure on the Krupp factory in Germany, and the direct benefit is that the Krupp factory has increased the production of self-propelled 105 mm howitzers modified from the chassis of the No. 3 tank by 100 percent in the last month.

The Belgian military industry also began to gradually enter the state, and after the trial, the German front-line troops began to replace the new Belgian Browning pistol on a large scale, which is more durable and reliable than the German P38 pistol, and the most important point is that this pistol is cheap and suitable for mass production.

In view of the fact that this pistol was so cheap, the German military even proposed a reinforced infantry program called the Individual Combat Spare Weapon Program, which planned to equip elite grenadiers with an additional Browning pistol to increase the firepower of elite soldiers and increase battlefield survivability.

As a German animal husbandry base, the Netherlands also provided a large amount of beef and other materials for the German army. At the same time, the Netherlands is also an important base for textile and shipping under construction in Germany, which plays an important role in connecting the British mainland and maintaining smooth transportation links throughout the North Sea region.

If it weren't for the importance of these places, Accardo would not have been so angry, and these occupied areas were all real core territories of the German Third Reich in Germany's planning! If any of them went wrong, they would have killed Accardo.

However, Accardo, who has been immersed in officialdom for 15 years, naturally would not play such a strange trick in such a gaffe. What he prepared for these guys he hated to the bone was not as simple as a hanging, a shooting. In fact, his real killer move has not been used so far.

"See what the Führer did with these betrayers?" asked an SS soldier at Accardo's feet, in the same room downstairs, to a few men in a cold sweat.

Accardo had no intention of executing the grandson of Old Man Augustus in the first place, nor did he intend to move the son of Krupp. These people who have really made indelible contributions to the empire, Accardo still gave enough face and thought. He was killing all over the place, and there weren't many real core giants who moved, and those who he didn't plan to move, but needed to be beaten, were now in this room, watching the bodies of their former friends being dragged away and buried.

"It's not that you don't dare to kill ......," Krupp's son had just said this, when he saw the door of the room pushed open. His father, Gustav Krupp, walked into the room in a menacing manner, stretched out his hand and directly greeted him with a resounding slap in the face.

"Don't you dare to kill, your father and I have traveled thousands of miles to get here for you idiot, and my old face is eager to stick to the Führer's leather shoes, so as to save your little life. Are you embarrassed to say that people don't dare to kill you?" After Krupp slapped his son, he looked at the coffee that he had just drunk with disdain, and he also felt that Accardo did not dare to kill his grandson of the old man Augustus: "And you! Your grandfather is still in the hospital! If it weren't for his old man being hospitalized, do you think the Führer would not dare to hang you?"

"If he dares to kill us all, then the German people will see this guy clearly! Look at the face of this bastard named Accardo! At least those who died are right, he Accardo is the head of the Dutch! Not the head of our Germans!" Augustus's grandson was young and vigorous, and naturally he refused to lose the battle, and still insisted that Accardo did not dare to kill him.

But even he could hear it, and his voice trembled slightly when he said that Accardo didn't dare to kill him. In fact, everyone present knew that he was afraid, but he was holding on to the last trace of fantasy to comfort his heart that was about to collapse.

Most of the people in the room had the idea that Accardo would not dare to burn the jade, so that he would really represent the Führer of the occupied territories, not Germany, as others had said. They cleverly tied their greedy self to the whole of Germany, and used vague concepts to confuse the public, like a rat droppings, which is disgusting.

Just when Krupp didn't know what to do with this group of bewitched and wealth-obsessed juniors, there was a sudden chaos outside the gate of the palace. A group of people dressed in civilian clothes suddenly opened fire and even threw grenades in an attempt to disrupt the entire venue.

As soon as the chaos began, several men dressed in Dutch civilian costumes fell across the street, with white strips of cloth tied around their arms and depleted pistols in their hands. The Dutch began to flee in all directions, and the German SS began to return fire, and after several minutes of fierce firefighting, the unknown men finally fled the scene of the execution after leaving only three corpses.

This is the real backhand that Accardo has prepared, and this is the deadliest knife that Accardo has stabbed. Just half an hour after the street shootout broke out, General Dirk, who was pushed to the gallows, and several more famous businessmen, were charged with another terrible crime - treason and collusion with hostile forces.

Almost at the same time, the radio station in Berlin, Germany, reported the brutal massacre of Accardo, but the difference was that the radio station supported the Führer's decision and publicized the crimes of the hanged Germans, treason, and collusion with hostile forces, which at once stripped these people of ties with the German people, and completely separated the two groups that had little to do with each other in the first place.

The people upstairs only knew at this moment how naïve they were, and after killing someone, it was a simple political trick to plant blame on these people, Accardo had been sitting in the position of head for more than 10 years, and if he didn't play this simple thing well, he would have died hundreds of times.

Accardo directed and staged a farce by throwing the black water of treason and collaboration on the poor capitalists by planting false accusations, the means were very simple, and the tricks were very old-fashioned, but such tactics were not tired of being used, and they were so effective that people could not bear to develop new strategies.

Don't you want to tie yourself to the German people? Then Accardo will sever this connection in the most effective way: no one wants to be associated with traitors, does it?

"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. This is Radio Berlin, this is Radio Berlin. On the radio, a sweet female voice rang out, causing German Chancellor Augustus, who was lying unconscious on a hospital bed, to open his eyes slightly.

The little nurse who was guarding him immediately cried out like a yellow warbler, and her voice was very good: "Doctor, doctor, the patient is awake! Chancellor Augustus, wake up!"

Ignoring the cheering nurses, Augustus stared at the radio in the corner of the room, confused of what he was thinking. On the radio, the hostess's voice did not stop: "This afternoon, when the Führer ordered the arrest of national sinners and several principal responsible persons who violated the laws of the empire were being executed, there was an enemy who carried out a prison robbery!"

"It turns out that the wise decision of the great Führer Accardo was completely correct! Long live the great Führer Accardo, Rudolph!" Eventually, after the female voice on the radio finished saying this, the channel began to play music. The melodious music made people very relaxed, and it also made Augustus, who was lying on the hospital bed, feel a little drowsy.

"It's all right!" If there was no tidbit of robbing the execution ground, then Augustus was really worried that his grandson would be secretly killed by the Führer. Now the Führer is clearly not in the state of murder, so there is no need to be too much nitpicky for excessive disparagement. As long as Accardo had what little sanity he had, he wouldn't have taken Krupp and his own children lightly. Because there is almost no benefit in this, and there are few people who do things that are not beneficial, not to mention that this person is a head of state.

In the room, Augustus's grandson's face turned pale, because at this moment he finally knew how small he really was, and if the Führer wanted to kill him, he would definitely use public opinion to make himself worthless first.

"I ...... Wrong!" Krupp's son was obviously still glad that he had not been dragged out by the Führer and ravaged himself in such a strange way: "I'm sorry! I was really wrong!"

Augustus's grandson's face turned pale, and he had just thought that Accardo would not embarrass him. Now, after watching this farce, he realized that he was really just a little minion who killed casually for a strong Führer.