Chapter 373

In a large factory area in western Poland, not far away from each other, there is a towering guard tower with German SS soldiers patrolling back and forth with rifles.

It's just dawn, and I can still hear the barking of the wolf dogs led by the soldiers on patrol, which makes the huge factory buildings looming in the thick fog seem particularly quiet and strange.

"Woo!..." The alarm broke the silence, and the wolf dog barked more frequently and loud. Two men with German flag armbands on their arms went to the warehouse like buildings one by one with their hands on their back and cried out: "don't be lazy! Get up and work

A thin old man quietly pushed the door open, and the pulley made a sharp squeak on the rail. More and more people come out, most of them look very colorful. These people are unknown. The people coming out of two larger barracks are isolated from the people in other barracks. Their bodies are stronger and they walk in the opposite direction.

These strong men go to work in factory a, because factory a is a factory that produces bullets, so their diet standard is higher. Of course, most of them came from factories in Poland and Juncker aristocracy in Germany, with a higher level of education.

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

Children are arranged to participate in Pro German education and learn German, which is the "hundred year plan" ordered by akado. It requires that children in the occupied areas must learn German, and their German test scores are used to further their studies and assess their academic qualifications. If the test scores are less than 30, the whole family should be "allocated" to central Poland.

Compared with western Poland, that's the real hell. The people over there were wantonly suppressed, and their identity was no better than that of serfs. Most of the land is occupied by big farmers, and all of them have to report their identity in Germany. If they don't have a pass issued by the government, they will be killed at night.

"Old fitter. I heard that you once had a large factory in Munich, which could even produce aircraft engine parts? " A bearded man with a flag armband on his arm and a forward hat came to the old man who was responsible for opening the barracks for two good treatment. He said with a smile, "how did you get involved in this?"

The old man did not speak, sighed, and bent forward. He had cried and made noise. Except for being beaten and ridiculed, no one here sympathized with a bankrupt Junker aristocrat. Many people here suffered more than him in their hatred against the head of state or the Empire. Only when they came here, they went to hell with one foot. Who would remember such a distant thing as revenge.

It's impossible to forget hatred. All the people who came here were arrested because of the prosperity of the Empire. Some were arrested because of the involvement of British agents in the assassination of the head of state. Some were arrested because they violated the laws of the Empire. Others were also arrested because they were completely framed by the SS or had a grudge against a big man.

At the beginning, they still wanted to go out, escape or resist, but when they were tortured and beaten day and night, when they were locked in the cell, they could only howl, when they were exhausted by hunger - the guards just said that they could live like human beings, they suppressed their hatred and worked hard.

Some people can't help but destroy the machinery and affect the production. The next day, someone dragged the other party's wife and daughter to the concentration camp here and raped them in front of everyone for a day. After that, a man and a woman hung naked on the barbed wire, and now they have become a pile of bones. And the daughter of that family was put into the "good place" next door madly. It was full of men who had committed crimes. Younger wives and daughters and hard-working prisoners could go there to "amuse themselves".

So after a long time of subtle influence, the people here have a morbid sense of obedience. When new people come in, they will help the guards to abuse together. If someone wants to resist, they will be mercilessly reported. They are morbidly enjoying this kind of life. They don't care that the bodies transported from the barracks can be piled up in a truck every day.

There is not a bit of Berlin's prosperity and magnificence here, nor does it seem to have anything to do with the great and powerful third empire. Here is the entrance of hell in the world, and here is the palace of disaster and terror.

The old man's two sons and one daughter work in the concentration camp, and his granddaughter and grandson go to school nearby. So he can be said to be one of the most obedient people in the whole camp. He can even send starched clothes to the guard room and help the guards clean their boots and guns.

"Old man, talk about it, talk about it. Don't be so mean The big man broke his mouth and laughed. As he chased the old man, he asked, "the warden said, you are a very rich man."

This is a factory contracted by a Jewish consortium. I don't know if the head of state intended to do it. This factory makes hundreds of thousands of profits a year, but the cost is almost zero. Therefore, since the establishment of these "flesh and blood" factories, some big capitalists in Germany have a good impression on the Third Reich as if they were their own fathers.

The old man held on, pointed to a factory in the distance, and said softly, "originally, I had such a big factory, which was responsible for the production of spare parts on airplanes. At first, he had some friendship with the military. Later, he became relatives with several Juncker nobles. Originally, it was a good thing. But when the Fuehrer reorganized Juncker, those people didn't know the current affairs, which implicated me here. " Although the old man said it simply, he still had some sadness. In fact, his sin is not big, and even the consequences may not be his turn. If we put it on ordinary families and give them some money to get along with them, they may be gone. It's just that the military takes a fancy to the factory he runs and gives such a reason to directly seize it, so it's not soft hearted. The old man himself had thought about this problem repeatedly. If he had the current thinking, he would have given the factory to the military earlier. It is estimated that now he can still be idle and help the Empire manage a small private enterprise. But now it's too late to regret. Several members of the family have been arrested and want to go out. Because he is a new comer, he doesn't say much. After all, he is only an unofficial representative sent by the owner of the concentration camp. He only has the power of supervision and inquiry. Most of the time, he can only serve as a deterrent. It's the "demons" in the black SS uniform that really turns the prisoners off. In order to appease the prisoners, every month they would go to see their relatives on the other side and say a few minutes to comfort each other. This system was invented by akkado. It is very useful for the management of these hopeless prisoners. Under this system, they are like grasshoppers tied on a rope and have no ability and mind to resist. The old man turned on the lights in the factory building, and the whole workshop was suddenly bright. This is a large-scale arms production base in Germany. There are many factories of such a large scale in other concentration camps, producing cheap 7. 92mm ammunition. Most of these ammunition are provided for peacetime training and the use of second-line troops. Each box has the signature of strict inspectors and each production process personnel. Once there is a problem, the personnel who produce these ammunition can be found immediately. Because it's usually training and the ammunition used by the second-line troops, we don't worry that it will have a great impact. Of course, near Warsaw, the "provincial capital" of Poland, there is a relatively high-level factory, which specially provides 13mm caliber machine gun bullets and 30mm caliber machine gun shells used by the air force. They are also used for air force training. The weapon dispensing of the first-line forces is produced by regular factories in Germany. These young men who don't want money begin to work in their own jobs. They are nervous and orderly. Although they don't care about the opportunity to patronize other people's wives and daughters, they should at least ensure the safety of their wives and daughters, right? It's too late to repent if you can't make it right and you have some problems, which result in your wife and children not far away? The old man bent over with his hands on his back and squinted in the roaring workshop. Besides opening and closing the door, he also had a job to inspect all the places and keep them clean. Of course, there were other cleaning personnel. He was only responsible for the inspection. If it was dirty to a certain extent, he would inform the management personnel. Only during the inspection can he feel that he is still the leader of the factory and the factory director whom every worker loves 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 selected to do such a comfortable job instead of being starved to death and burned into a pile of fertilizer like other old people. It's only occasionally speculated that after seizing their own property and savings and seizing the factory with hundreds of thousands of monthly income, the big figures of the SS still feel a little guilty. In fact, he was wrong. He was able to stand here and continue to live because the head of state, despite the proposal of the Ss to kill the looted assets, ordered to treat those who had been robbed of everything for no reason.