Two Hundred and Twenty News

It has to be said that the German railway department has created a miracle. [First Release] At the beginning of October in 1937, the Polish campaign had just ended, and by the end of October, the railway between western Poland and Germany had fully returned to normal, and the train schedule had even reached twice that of Poland's heyday.

However, the train dispatched to the military was still very crowded. In the dull iron-clad carriage, there were lightly wounded soldiers from the Polish War who had not yet been transported, and most of them were senior officers who had applied for leave. Of course, behind the passenger carriages packed with passengers are freight carriages full of looted supplies.

These materials have nothing to do with the Polish people. Some of them are Poland's grain reserves, and more are valuable luxuries: for example, famous paintings and sculptures in museums, some treasured books and other things. However, the most important materials are the rare metals and minerals that Poland reserves.

On the chaotic platform, Ren and others were at a loss. What they had heard was the special train that transported them, but it turned out to be a hodgepodge of trains full of messes and things.

Watching the engineers at the headquarters of the Group Army put their tanks on the train, several talents finally determined the so-called special train, but in addition to the tanks, they were given an extra train carriage. What made a few people even more uncomfortable was that this carriage was a temporarily found carriage, and in order to improve the transportation efficiency, most of the potatoes were stuffed in the carriage.

This was originally a carriage for transporting soldiers. There were doors that could be opened at both ends connecting the other carriages, and there were four barbed wire windows on the carriage for ventilation. However, it is obvious that this carriage has been modified, and a large sliding door is installed on one side of the body to facilitate loading and unloading of goods, but the original door is also kept and connected with the two flatbed trucks that transport tanks.

"If you go to the toilet, go to the flatbed train with your tank! If it's poop, eat it in your stomach!" The railway soldier who arranged the train didn't care whether Ren and others were tank ace or not, he recorded it coldly "These are rations shipped to the citizens of Berlin. If you don't want to be pulled out and hanged, don't poop on it."

The group finally knew the basic etiquette for treating heroes during the war. They were small people after all. Even the small people that the head of state personally received, they were still small people after all. But these are minor issues compared to returning to Berlin for a holiday.

Leaning on the sack with potatoes, a few people finally fell asleep in a daze, and when the train started, Ren and the others woke up in a daze. When I looked at the scenery outside through the barbed wire window, I saw the station that started to slowly regress, and there were many soldiers and civilians waiting on the platform along with the receding station.

"Hey! Ren! We're going to Berlin soon?" Andrei adjusted his posture to make himself more comfortable in the woven potato sack.

Ren retracted his gaze from the window: "Yeah! Berlin.

I heard that it is the most prosperous place in Germany, with fine wine, women, and all kinds of beautiful high-rise buildings. "

"What I do best is destroying buildings. Did you forget? On the first day of the war against Poland, I smashed a two-story building with a machine gun. The bullet blew the whole window." Andrei He smiled disapprovingly: "I see that the building has only one reaction. Can it be demolished with one high-explosive bomb, or can it be demolished with two high-explosive shells."

"What kind of ammunition should I put it in for you." Bruce next to him murmured, turning over and continuing to snort like thunder.

"Berlin's buildings are huge, all made of cement and stone." Ren said with a smile, "I heard that the tallest buildings are as high as a dozen stories. If you want to demolish them, you need to shoot a lot of shells."

"The Führer will kill me." Andrei followed with a smile: "He will strangle me."

Ren nodded: "Well, he will strangle you."

After a while, the two laughed again: "But he will give us the medal first, and then strangle us to death."

After passing the front line of the eastern border, the train stopped at an unknown station. Several SS soldiers unloaded a few bags of potatoes, and then asked Ren and others who had sufficient supplies to ask for a few cigarettes. After chatting a few words about his work, he left in a hurry. However, according to their introduction, it seems that there is a large concentration camp nearby, which produces camouflage nets and ropes and other textiles for the military.

The treatment of these concentration camps is very poor. Even the SS soldiers guarding here are second-class troops, and the supplies are poor. Except for some repressive ammunition, most of the SS soldiers used are The Army's obsolete equipment, no tactical vests and helmets, not even gas masks and water bottles.

Under the careful calculation of the Fuhrer and his economic team, the German army saved every ton of steel and used every ton of metal reserves from the very beginning. Many third-line troops that were only mobilized as reserves saved a lot of equipment, such as Steel helmets, lunch boxes and gas masks are not fully equipped, and in many cases, only one set is used for training soldiers.

Moreover, the head of state is different from the German high-level leaders in earlier years. He is keen to develop the female soldier system. When enlarging soldiers, there was a systematic training of 'women' to become qualified soldiers and to work in place of male 'sex' soldiers in many places. In secretaries, electrical operators, pilots, logistics and other positions, the German army has begun to use "women" in large numbers.

It turns out that female "females" in these positions are perfectly competent and perform better than male "sex" most of the time. Since the launch of the plan to let women serve, the German army has easily expanded by 50,000 soldiers, but it has not taken up valuable labor resources. In the Fuhrer's plan, 150,000 "women" will serve in the German army in the future, which will also be one of the achievements of the German "women's liberation movement."

Following the train further west, there are large farms, new power stations and light industrial factories. These are all part of the German colonial plan, and these areas will also become the German light industry production base and the new German industrial hinterland. Of course, there will also be a large number of German immigrants here, as well as hundreds of thousands of Polish laborers.

Soon, Ren and others set foot on their real hometown: about a month ago, they set off from here, fired the first shot of this war, and from here, they played the glory of the German Army. Of course - also played their own impressive record.

Unlike Poland, which is like half a construction site, as soon as the train enters Germany, it immediately looks different: the prosperity and serenity make it seem like it has never experienced a war, but you must know that Germany is now nominally at war with Britain and France. in the state.

"Will my hometown become so beautiful?" Bruce murmured while looking out the window. With the passage of time, the train also soon reached the important city not far east of Berlin, Frankfurt.

When they hadn't had time to sigh that the prosperity of Frankfurt was still huge, and when they were still shocked by the earth-shaking changes in mainland Germany, a huge and terrifying city finally appeared in front of them.

Yes, terribly huge. If Rehn et al. rank cities by their size, every neighborhood in Berlin can be mistaken for another Frankfurt. When they were unloaded at the train station on the outskirts of Berlin, they couldn't even believe that the platform they were on was just an ordinary platform reserved for the military.

"Welcome to Berlin! I am the officer of the SS General Command responsible for receiving you. You can call me Colonel Kluman." It was a young officer in the SS who greeted Ren and others. It seems that he is very envious of these dusty tank soldiers in front of him, and he shook hands with each of them enthusiastically.

"Long live the head of state!" As a subordinate, Ren and others must of course perform formal meeting etiquette.

"Long live the head of state! The car is outside, and your tanks will be towed to the original 1st Airborne Division station, where they will wait for the military parade to be held on November 1." The officer named Kruman introduced as he walked out. Go: "You can walk around as you please this afternoon, and some soldiers will lead the way for you. All expenses should be recorded in the account of the SS General Headquarters."

"Wow!" Bruce cheered excitedly: "I want to eat the best steak! Drink the best red wine."

Kluman glanced at him with a smile, and then said: "No problem, but the head of state has banned alcohol during the war, and all red wines above 500 marks are used for export, so even if you go to the Berlin Grand Hotel, you can only Mid-range wine for 495 marks."

"Hehe, hehe." Marcus smiled while covering his stomach: "I hope chocolate is not a luxury."

Ren gave him a kick, and then saw the luxury car that came to pick them up. Compared to their tanks, this car is nothing short of super invincible as the ultimate luxury: a streamlined body, glossy painted doors, leather seats and delightfully large glass windows.

"This is a classic 1935 high-end business car from Mercedes-Benz. It is a "government" special car for senior German cadres. It is also exported to the United States and France." Colonel Krumman introduced: "This time it is Reinha. General Special personally ordered and dispatched to pick up everyone."

He gushed, terrifying the little people in the back of the car. Bruce, Clark, and the others got into the back seat of the car and began to sit upright, for fear that their clothes would scratch the beautiful interior of the car.

As a result, all the way to the restaurant that was deliberately prepared for them in the city, these people all got back pain because of being too nervous. After getting out of the car to send off Colonel Kluman, Clark actually collapsed on the bed and came to his own conclusion: "My God, that Mercedes is not as comfortable as our tanks."

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