Imperial Overlord

His antics amused the German officers. Apparently, the other party thought it was very interesting for an Englishman who was wearing a military uniform similar to that of a prisoner to raise his hand in salute to Germany.

"Who said these British people have no sense of humor." The officer turned his head and smiled at his driver.

Then he took out his cigarette, pulled one out and handed it to the other party. After the other party caught the cigarette in panic, he said, "Do you speak German?"

"Yes! I don't know much!" As a German teacher in a school here, the man nodded and said modestly.

"You said it well, have you been to Germany?" The officer was obviously aroused and continued to ask.

"I spent the same year in Austria." The man wondered why a German captain would be so interested in him.

"I'm very optimistic about him! When I send something later, give him an extra piece." The captain turned his head, looked at a soldier who was standing guard here just now, and instructed.

"As ordered! Sir!" The soldier did not know what was going to be distributed above, and stood at attention to answer his commander's order.

"You are so lucky!" After instructing his soldiers, the German officer looked at the British man again: "The above decision, every collaborator in the occupied area will distribute a piece of margarine to improve your living conditions."

butter? Although it is man-made, it is indeed a luxury. How long has it been since you had butter? British men don't even remember.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and hurriedly stood at attention again and shouted to express his gratitude: "Long live! Hitler!"

Not far behind him, an Englishman carrying stones pouted in disdain when he saw this scene.

"And 'Hey! Hitler!'! Look at what he looks like..." He threw the stone on the **** not far away, and let the stone roll down by himself, while emphasizing his learning with a disgusting expression.

"He almost forgot that he is an Englishman." Another old lady was very dissatisfied and criticized coldly.

"Humph! Maybe he also counted on those German **** as his own." Another man snorted angrily and said sourly.

The officer jumped into the car and drove off just like that. Standing there and waiting for the car to turn at the intersection, a man named John in an Italian military uniform turned around and walked back.

"I said, that German promised to marry your wife?" a neighbor said sarcastically when he saw the man coming back.

"In a while, Germany will send some sausages, and each family will have some." John looked at the man who was mocking him and replied.

"My God! God bless!" The old lady, who was very dissatisfied just now, can be considered happy this time.

There are still two grandchildren at home waiting for her to bring home something to eat. Although she is almost 50 years old, she still comes here to work, just for that one bite.

It doesn't matter who started this war for Britain. Anyway, Germany invaded Poland, and then Britain went to war against the Germans.

In France and England, they had already lost a game, but Churchill, who was already dead, did not agree to make peace. As a result, the war got out of control, and it is what it is now.

Although these things are not something that an ordinary person can think about, the leaflets of Germans all over the street have made this kind of statement have a big market.

Neither side is willing to fight such a war, and it is only a few people who are bewitched by others that let suffering come.

Now the Germans and the British are family, and we can live together in a friendly way (excerpted from the Goebbels leaflet that was distributed).

For the British, although this statement does not satisfy everyone, under the surveillance of machine guns and tanks, proper acceptance is also a good choice.

"Is there anything else besides sausages?" The old lady asked again curiously.

"Every collaborator has a piece of margarine." Asking other neighborhoods will tell you everything, so John doesn't bother to hide it.

"Oh my god... Butter, the last time I ate it, it was all before the war." The old lady sighed and cast an envious look.

The people around him were also envious of John in the Italian military uniform. In their eyes, it seems that the rustic Italian military uniform has become pleasing to the eye.

If they could choose, they'd rather wear it, salute the Germans, and give their homes the luxury of margarine.

"Also, the Germans set up a factory in the suburbs, specializing in the production of small agricultural machinery... Let me ask if there are any craftsmen to sign up." John asked, while looking at a few middle-aged workers who turned out to be workers people.

Most of the British workers were carried to the north by the government before the defeat. These unemployed workers are still the main source of unrest in the north.

In the German occupation zone, there are not many workers of working age left, but there are still many retired old workers and some workers who were unwilling to leave their homeland at that time.

These people are now an important resource for Germany to revitalize the occupied areas, so Germany would rather pay some luxuries and hope to find these people.

"Didn't you all work in the factory, why don't you give it a try?" John looked at a few men and asked curiously.

"..." These few people didn't speak, because in their bones, they still believed that the Germans were the enemy, and they should not work for the Germans.

"Some people say that there is a concentration camp. They trick people into it first, and then they are locked up and killed." A timid young man said this.

He has also heard about German recruitment, but rarely sees anyone applying. He is a good fitter, but he can only do some hard work, and he can't even earn enough for his own food.

In this situation, the most comfortable job is to help load and unload things at the dock. In many cases, you can keep some smuggled goods privately, and you can get wages.

It's just that the work there is very strict and physically demanding. Many people can't do that kind of work, so they can only choose to stay at home to clean up the rubble and receive relief food from the Germans.

"Nonsense!" John waved his hand and said, "I just went to work. I heard that it was an English businessman who was in charge."

"Just to go to work?" The young worker seemed a little moved, looked at John and confirmed, "We are neighbors, if you lie to me, I will die."

"Damn it! If I could fiddle with those machines, I would go by myself." John complained a little irritably: "The workers are allowed to go home every day, and the wages are quite high!"

"Okay, I'll give it a try. If I succeed, then maybe everyone can have a full meal." The young man thought about it, and finally couldn't resist the temptation, and agreed.

The scandalous propaganda before the war, and the terrible rumors after the war, seem to be unable to resist the great temptation of bread and sausages.

"I don't think you will be disappointed." John smiled and said to the young man, "If you want, come to my house for dinner. When you earn money, you can invite me to your house for dinner."

"Of course!" The young man looked at the middle-aged people behind him who kept their heads down and continued to work, and deliberately amplified their voices: "When I bring the news back, everyone can sign up!"

Li Le and Speer, head of his industrial division, hope to quickly integrate European productivity.

Such a huge project certainly takes time, but what Germany lacks most is time. To make up for some time, Germany is willing to pay other things, like money.

Today, France has unknowingly undertaken the production of many industrial products in Germany. It became a pure exporter, selling everything from weapons and ammunition to pots and pans to Germany.

The French found that whatever they produced, the Germans were willing to pay for it. Repaying their war reparations with daily necessities and weapons and ammunition seems to be a good choice.

Germany wants its own occupied areas, as well as the servant countries, to undertake the production tasks and produce the daily necessities needed by the whole of Europe.

After Germany's distribution, now Europe is more like a planned economy. Germany is responsible for allocating strategic resources and daily necessities, all according to the national plan.

Distribute the iron pots and bicycles produced in France to Romania, Hungary, and Finland, and Europe, where everything is waiting to be done, will not be wasted.

The Vichy government was even surprised to find that the French economy driven by huge reparations made the economic situation of Vichy France even better than before the war.

With the living example of France there~www.wuxiaspot.com~The Netherlands and Belgium also put down their restraint and began to honestly contribute to European integration.

The Netherlands began to provide a large amount of agricultural products as a pasture, while Belgium produced a large number of light weapons for Germany by relying on military production.

Norway became an important supply base of iron ore raw materials, while Libya and Romania became the energy supply points of the empire.

As the suzerain, Germany, up and down is working overtime to produce cars to supply the entire Europe and the consumption of front-line troops.

The barrel car has become a star vehicle in the German occupation area. The cheap price and simple craftsmanship have allowed France and Italy to join the production sequence.

Now this thing is really covering the streets: a more refined barrel car made in France, marked with the Renault logo, and has become a relatively high-end civilian car in Europe.

The barrel trucks produced in Italy are of average quality and are mainly used for export to Romania, Bulgaria and other countries, or to Africa for use as military vehicles——

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