Three Hundred and Seventy Three Hypocrisy

In a large factory area in western Poland, there is a towering watchtower not far away, on which there are German SS soldiers patrolling back and forth with rifles.

It was just dawn, and the sound of the wolf dogs led by the patrolling soldiers could still be vaguely heard, which made this huge factory complex vaguely in the dense fog look extraordinarily quiet and strange.

"Woo!..." The siren broke the tranquility, and the wolf dogs barked more frequently and loudly. Two men with German flag armbands on their arms walked to the front of warehouse-like buildings one after another, Shouted loudly: "Don't be lazy! Get up and work!"

A thin old man pushed open the door silently, and the pulleys rubbed against the rails making a sharp squeaking sound. More people came out, and most of them looked disheveled. These people were unknown, and there were two people from the larger barracks who were isolated from the other barracks. Their bodies were also stronger, and they walked in the opposite direction.

These strong men went to work in factory area A, because factory area A was a factory that produced bullets, so the dietary standards of these people were also higher. Of course, most of them come from factories in Poland and the Junker aristocracy in Germany, and their cultural level is relatively high.

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

Children are arranged to participate in pro-German education and learn German. This is the "hundred-year plan" ordered by Akado, which requires children in the occupied areas to learn German, and German test scores are used to evaluate academic qualifications. If the test score is 30 points From then on, the whole family will be "distributed" to central Poland.

Compared to western Poland, that's where the real hell is. The people there were repressed wantonly, and their status was not much better than that of the serfs back then. Most of the land is occupied by large farmers, and everyone must report their identity in Germany. If they do not have a pass issued by the government, they will be shot dead if they go out at night.

"Old fitter. I heard that you used to have a big factory in Munich that could even produce aircraft engine parts?" A bearded man with a national flag armband on his arm and a marching cap walked to the barracks responsible for giving two good treatment Beside the old man who opened the door, he asked with a smile, "How did you get into this?"

The old man didn't speak, he sighed and walked forward bent over. He had cried and made trouble, except for being beaten and ridiculed, no one here sympathized with a bankrupt Junker nobleman. Many people have suffered more than him, but when they came here, they stepped into hell with one foot. Who would remember such a distant thing as revenge.

It is impossible to forget hatred, the people who came here were all caught because of the prosperity of the empire.

Some people were arrested because they were implicated by British agents who intended to assassinate the Führer, some people were arrested because they violated imperial laws and used shoddy goods as fakes in the production process, and some people were completely framed by the SS or had a relationship with someone A big man with a grudge was caught in the same way.

At the beginning, they still thought about going out, escaping from prison or resisting, but when they were tortured and beaten day and night, when they were locked in the confinement room, they could only cry like ghosts and ghosts, when they were tortured When the hunger tortured them to the point of exhaustion—the guards just said that they could survive like human beings by working hard, so they suppressed their hatred and worked desperately.

There are also things that can’t be imagined, destroying the machinery affects production, but someone dragged the other party’s wife and daughter to the concentration camp the next day, and raped them for a day in front of everyone. After that, the whole family hung naked on the barbed wire. It has become a pile of bones. And the daughter of that family was imprisoned insanely in the "good place" next door, which was full of younger wives and daughters of men who had committed crimes, and prisoners who worked hard could go there for "pastime".

So after a long time of subtle influence, the people here have already developed a morbid sense of obedience. When newcomers come in, they will help the guards and abuse them together. If someone wants to resist, they will be ruthlessly reported. They enjoy the morbid Living this kind of life, he didn't mind at all that the corpses taken from the barracks every day could fill a truck.

Here there is no prosperity and magnificence of Berlin, and it seems to have nothing to do with the great and powerful Third Reich. This is the entrance to hell in the world, and this is the palace of disaster and terror.

The old man's two sons and a daughter both worked in the concentration camp, and his granddaughter and grandson also went to school nearby. So he can be said to be one of the most obedient people in the entire concentration camp. He can even deliver starched clothes to the guard room, and then help the guards polish their boots and guns.

"Old man, talk, talk. Don't be so stingy!" The big man refused to let go, and he laughed and chased the old man's footsteps, while asking: "The warden said, you are a very rich man. people."

This is a factory contracted by a Jewish consortium. I don't know if the head of state did it on purpose. The things produced by this factory have a profit of about hundreds of thousands 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 impression of the Third Reich just like their own. Like a father.

The old man stood his ground, pointed to a factory building in the distance, and introduced softly: "I used to have such a big factory, which was responsible for the production of spare parts for aircraft. At first, I had some friendship with the military, but later... also For some reason, I became relatives with a few Junker nobles, which was originally a good thing, but when the head of state rectified Junker, those people were ignorant of current affairs, and I was implicated here."

Although the old man spoke simply, he still carried some sadness. In fact, his crime is not serious, and it may not even be his turn to be implicated. If you put it on ordinary people and give some money to go away, 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 that it could be robbed directly, so they did not soften their hearts.

The old man himself has thought about this question repeatedly. If he had the way of thinking he has now, he would have given the factory to the military earlier. He probably can get a part-time job now, helping the empire manage a small private enterprise or something like that. But it's too late to regret it now, the whole family has already been arrested, and it will be a matter of the year of the monkey if they want to go out.

Because the big man was new here, he didn't say much. After all, he was just an unofficial representative sent by the owner of the concentration camp. He only had the power of supervision and inquiry, and most of the time it could only serve as a deterrent. effect. What really makes the prisoners talk about here are the "demons" in black SS uniforms.

To appease the working prisoners, every month they would meet their relatives on the other side and talk to each other for a few minutes to comfort each other. This system was conceived by Akado, and it is very useful for managing these hopeless prisoners. Under this system, they are like grasshoppers tied to a rope, without the ability or thought to resist at all. .

The old man turned on the lights in the factory building, and the whole workshop was brightened up immediately. This is a large-scale arms production base in Germany. There are many such large-scale factories in other concentration camps. Large-scale production of cheap 7. 92 mm caliber ammunition.

Most of these ammunition are provided to the troops for daily training and second-line troops. Each box has the signatures of strict inspectors and each production process personnel. Once there is a problem, the personnel who produced these bullets can be found immediately. Because it is the ammunition used in normal training and second-line troops, so I don't worry about it having a big impact.

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

These strong men who don't need money start to work in their own jobs, nervous and orderly. Although they don't care about the opportunity to patronize other people's wives and daughters, at least they must ensure the safety of their own wives and daughters, right? If I can't make it right, I have some problems and end up harming my wife and children not far away, wouldn't it be too late to regret?

The old man bent over with his hands behind his back, and squinted his eyes in the factory building where the machines were roaring. Besides opening and closing doors, he also had a job to patrol all the places, keeping them clean and hygienic. Of course, there were other cleaning staff. It is only responsible for inspection, and if it is dirty to a certain extent, it is enough to notify the special person in charge of management.

Only when he is on tour can he feel that he is still a leader in the factory, and he is still the factory manager whom every worker loves very much. At this time, he still 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 seemingly easy and comfortable job, instead of being starved to death like other old people and then incinerated to become a pile of compost. It is only occasionally speculated that they may have taken over their own real estate and deposits. After robbing the factory with a monthly income of hundreds of thousands, the big shots of the SS still feel a little bit guilty.

In fact, he guessed wrong. He was able to stand here and continue to live because the Fuehrer ignored the SS's suggestion to kill those who had been robbed of assets and ordered that those who were robbed of everything for no reason should be treated kindly.