Eight Hundred and Thirty-Six Forget It

? Just when Smolensk became a hell on earth, London, England, which had become a hell, is now glowing with vitality. The Germans are planning to restore the British docks and ports, and the northern United Kingdom is also Efforts are underway to resume production across the UK. ;'

In the face of a series of tricks played by the Germans, many British families have joined the plan to rebuild the UK. They serve the Germans and use very efficient work to revive the withered industrial system in the UK. The corresponding return is that many British families have joined the German nationality and become legal citizens of Germany in the true sense.

A large amount of materials were transported from Germany to the UK, including food and some daily necessities, which were subsidized to the cooperating British, or to the original British who had joined the family of the Third Reich of Germany. Many families lived a decent life as a result, and the German occupying forces were more than willing to maintain the dignity of these families.

The morning sunshine makes people feel very peaceful, the cold winter is about to pass, everything is full of hope. The middle-aged Johansen was reading the newspaper in the newly repaired house. He was sitting in the somewhat cramped kitchen, letting his youngest son and daughter play around.

Mrs. Johnson is pouring the prepared food into the plate. For her, it is the result of God's blessing to see the family happy together. Whenever she thinks of the terrible London bombing, she feels that her family They are still alive, it must be a gift from God.

Mrs. William next door has a family of seven, and now there are only four left. This is the war, and this is the memory of the war that seems to have gone away;

"Dang! Dangdang!" There was a brisk knock on the door, and Johansen put down the newspaper in his hand, looked at the inferior food on the plate in front of him helplessly, and stood slowly. He got up and walked to the main entrance. He didn't know who would disturb a family like theirs so early, so when he opened the door, there was a trace of displeasure on his face.

"Who is it?" He asked as he opened the door. Although he said the sufferings brought by the Germans when they occupied this place, he had to admit that because he had experienced the test of life and death, he also thought that the man with the gun The SS patrolled non-stop, and the law and order here became extremely good, so good that people opened the door first, and they felt very at ease. .

"Sir." A young man in SS uniform greeted with a smile. On top of his head was a soft SS cap, the national emblem on it was woven by machine, which looked a bit rough. On his chest was a metal nameplate worn by special arms such as signal soldiers and railway soldiers, shining in the sun.

Mr. Johansen immediately restrained the expressions of disgust on his face. After all, it can be said that his family has always maintained close ties with these Germans. They can live in a fairly decent house, and they can have food that has remained unchanged for thousands of years that others cannot eat, all of which are provided by the help of these Germans who came from afar.

"Good morning,

gentlemen. He squeezed out a smile, because the young German soldier in front of him smiled so brightly that he had to put aside those illusory words such as nation and country and show the same smile.

"What a fine day." The German soldier said in slightly broken English. As he said, he frantically rummaged through his satchel, and finally took out a small package, "There are letters from your family, from Poland."

Poland, this term is very sensitive to the Johansen family. After their eldest son was captured by the Germans in Dunkirk, he heard that he had been serving his sentence in Poland. There are terrible concentration camps, where people die almost every day, which makes the Johansen family very worried about their son's living conditions there.

But the good news is that almost 4 months ago, the Germans began to implement a new policy. If someone in the family is in a concentration camp, they can redeem their relatives by cooperating with the Germans. And by cooperating with the Germans, you can immediately improve the treatment of your relatives in the concentration camp and improve their living conditions.

So Johansen, a businessman who used to run a small shipyard in London, immediately found the local German dispatch officer and explained his willingness to cooperate; so his small shipyard was immediately chartered to start maintenance of light transport from Germany to the UK vessel.

Afterwards, the local sheriff in Germany was very friendly and enthusiastic to help Johansen investigate the matter about his eldest son. The final result satisfied both parties. The son was in a concentration camp in Poland and was still alive and healthy. .

Johansen's son wrote a letter to his family, describing his miserable life in the concentration camp. He begged his family to help him. people give in.

So the Johansen family joined the German nationality without hesitation and became legal Germans with documents, and his son immediately became the manager of the persecution in the Polish concentration camp. He was transferred to a concentration camp for Soviet prisoners of war and became a manager responsible for recording and inventorying production tools.

"Thank you very much, come in and have something to eat?" Johansen took his letter from the German postman, and then made an inviting gesture. It can be said that the whole family misses their son who is far away in Poland, and this letter is very important to each of them. So with gratitude, he made a sincere invitation.

"Thank you, I... still have a lot of letters to send, let's have a meal together some other day." The young German soldier nodded with a smile. He carefully buckled the shoulder bag he was carrying across his back, then stood at attention and saluted "Führer Long live Acador Rudolph!"

"Ah...Long live the Führer!" Johansen quickly returned the salute. This is the etiquette of his "motherland" and must be strictly enforced. Otherwise, the SS soldiers patrolling with rifles in the distance will leave. Come and talk to the unruly about the importance of the Führer to the Third Reich.

After seeing off the postman, Johnson closed the door of his room. He held the letter and walked back to the kitchen. After sitting back in his seat, he laid the letter flat on the table and said to his wife, "Joe A letter from En."

"My God, thank God." The wife was very excited when she heard the news. At this moment, she felt that it was worth being blamed by her neighbors and being called a traitor by the children on the side of the road. At least their family was safe and sound.

"Dad! Dad! Is there a letter from my brother?" The little girl tugged on Johansen's trouser legs and said coquettishly in a childish tone, "Read it, Dad, we miss my brother very much."

Jonathan smiled and touched his little daughter's head, then tore open the letter and began to read the content, "Dear father, mother, brother, sister, I miss you very much."

"I'm living well in Poland, and unlike the horrible things I've said before, I'm living really well; I'm now managing all the production tools in a big factory that makes uniforms for German soldiers. The Soviet prisoners of war in the factory worked day and night, but I could take a morning off every week and go to the nearby market with my German friends.”

"It's great to not have to work hungry every day. I appreciate all the sacrifices you made for me, and I'm working hard to get a better life. I have good news for you, Dad... I have learned a lot of management experience now, and I have the ability to manage dozens of people. When the war is over, I can help you run our shipyard together. I will be more useful than when I left home."

"How is Mom? She is still so young and beautiful in my memory. There are many British prisoners of war like me around me. Although the food is still not very good, at least we have this SS uniform without badges on us." Looks pretty upbeat."

"Take care of yourself, Dad, and wait for me to go back. Take care of my mother and brothers and sisters, you are my most important relatives. I will always love you, Jon." After reading the letter, Johansen handed the letter to the side little daughter, and then looked at his wife.

Mrs. Johnson sighed, looked at her husband and said, "I know that Britain was defeated, and we are all very sad. But we can't change anything, for Jon, for the hard-won life now, those people Just pretend you didn't hear the sarcastic remarks your neighbors said."

"I know how to deal with this kind of thing, honey. I'm just worried about you." Johansen looked at his wife lovingly and said, "I'm going to work. I heard that my factory has a batch of A new order, a Vichy French patrol boat will be repaired in my dock, if I do well, then there may be a few German patrol boats coming."

More work means more income, and more income can be exchanged for more food ration tickets. Mrs. Johnson had a happy smile on her face when she heard that her husband's shipyard business was getting better and better. She has already begun to think about whether to use the extra ration tickets to exchange some extravagant sausages to improve the family's food.

As for those neighbors eating disgusting flour rations and making fun of themselves, after such a good thing was diluted, Mrs. Johnson took the initiative to understand it as envy and jealousy.

"Mr. Sheriff, go and walk with his wife more." Before going out, Johnson suddenly turned around and said, "From today on, my dear...forget about the fact that we were once British..."