Imperial Overlord

A man with a six-pointed star sewn on his chest leaned against the wall in the corner of the factory building, his thin face with clear water chestnuts.

A few days ago, he was still on the verge of life and death, atonement for his so-called mistakes in a labor camp guarded by the German SS that was more terrifying than a prison.

But everything changed with a letter a few days later, a letter from the secretariat of the SS High Command, which contained a letter of commitment and a letter inviting him to continue working for Germany.

Originally, he thought that it was the Germans who wanted to persecute him again, and he was so frightened that he didn't even know what to do.

However, the local guards immediately gathered all the Jews in the labor camp who received the letter, loaded them on a train, and transported them between Germany and Poland.

At first he was reluctant to leave the labor camp, because he had heard too many rumors that the people the trains carried away were actually executed.

But soon, he was escorted to the railway station by soldiers, and when he saw the train that transported them, he denied his previous guess.

If you want to execute someone who was shot, you don't need to deliberately arrange such a decent train to transport it. Although it is not as good as those special trains, this train is full of sleepers, which are obviously much higher grades.

There were many others who were escorted on the train with him, and soon they discovered that there were other passengers on the train—many German workers.

These German workers soon became one with the Jews, because their status in the original factory was not high, and most of them were even second-class apprentices.

In a daze, this man and all the people on the train came here, a secret production factory.

At the beginning, there was no large-scale equipment here, but soon this Jew named Mulakov could see what kind of factory this was.

The equipment that has gradually been brought here is used to produce bullets, and a secret factory next door is used to produce shells.

Mulakov was unwilling to produce artillery shells for the Germans, and he even cursed in his heart that these Germans would lose the war against the Jews!

But he had to work here, because the rules and regulations here are very strict, and even stipulate how many parts and components are produced every day before he is eligible to eat and sleep.

What made Mulakov even more unbelievable was that German workers who came to the factory were treated the same, but they received more overtime pay and subsidies.

This secret factory is no different from a concentration camp. There are two layers of barbed wire as walls, blocking everyone who tries to leave without going through the main entrance.

And outside the two layers of barbed wire, there are warning signs of mine danger. It has skeletons painted on it, and it looks creepy.

Apart from not having the right to leave here, Mulakov found that this place is countless times better than the labor camp. If he works hard here, his life outside is no different from his normal life.

If the task is exceeded, the factory will regularly provide margarine and bread, which you can lock in your closet box and mail to relatives in distant labor camps.

All the Jews who come here are workers with family members and relatives, and master the skills of turning, milling and milling.

At the same time that they were sent here, their relatives were also sent to another concentration camp with relatively better conditions, where they were put under centralized custody.

The food there is still insufficient, so the German executives who manage the factory encourage the Jewish workers here to work hard and mail the food that they have over-completed to their relatives far away.

There is a perfect reward and punishment system here. The scrapped products produced by each person must not exceed the requirements of similar factories in Germany. If they exceed the requirements, the reward or punishment will be deducted.

Punishment measures are cumulative and concentrated on a weekly basis. On the day of punishment, Jewish workers would be selected from the factory and visited in the concentration camps for their families.

The execution was very fair. The concentration camp would announce the family members of the corporally punished, the mistakes their men had made, and then execute revenge.

Under this system, the factory has been under construction for 8 days. Some people have punished their sons and their wives because of their mistakes, and some people have given their families more food through their own efforts.

Mulakov is the type of Jew who is more cooperative. He resigned and he heard that he could earn bread for his sons, daughters and his wife, so he cooperated and started production.

He is responsible for operating the machine tool and finally processing the bullets one by one.

After all, before he got down here, he was a well-known senior worker in the manufacture of bullets, and his abilities were obvious to all.

In the crystal night, his whole family was unlucky. In the end, the factory couldn't keep him, so he was reduced to a concentration camp and lived a miserable life without food.

Now, it seems that the days have become the same as usual. He works hard every day, while his wife and a pair of children are enjoying the food he has worked hard to earn.

"Mulakov!" Seeing him resting against the wall, a middle-aged man in a decent suit walked over with a smile and greeted him.

This slightly fat German is the person in charge of this factory. He is the highest-ranking German here, and even the SS soldiers follow his orders.

He calmly walked around a machine that was constantly reciprocating, smiled and patted the Jewish workers who were also emaciated beside the machine, and walked in front of Mulakov.

"Uh, sir! I'm just a little tired. I'll rest here for a minute." Mulakov explained a little embarrassedly.

It is quite depressing to be seen by an employer that he is resting. What's more, when the employer holds the power over the life and death of the worker's family, this kind of depression will be infinitely magnified.

"Oh, rest, it's okay! In fact, I came to you on purpose." The factory manager smiled, took out a box of shriveled cigarettes from his pocket, and threw them all directly to Mulakov .

Mulakov was a little flattered by this unexpected joy. For the Germans, cigarettes are also a very rare strategic material, and the other party gave him, which represented a kind of reward.

"Thank... Thank you." Mulakov took the few remaining cigarettes, nodded and thanked his immediate boss.

"I'm here to tell you, the factory is going to set up some advanced models." The other party smiled and looked a little friendly.

Mulakov hadn't seen this expression for a long time, because he was Jewish, a race that didn't seem to be popular in Germany.

"You have been selected. You must continue to work hard. I am very optimistic about you." The other party patted Mulakov on the shoulder with a smile and expressed his encouragement.

"Yes! Sir!" Mulakov hurriedly nodded, showing that he was the kind of obedient who was very cooperative.

The other party was obviously satisfied with his attitude. He leaned over to his ear and whispered, "As long as you cooperate like this, your children will soon have the opportunity to continue to school."

"Going to school?" Mulakov's children are not very old, they were still in primary school before. But the crystal night interrupted their studies, and they have not continued their studies until now.

They thought that their whole life was over. Who would have thought that these Germans would be willing to let their children continue to study.

"This is the Fuhrer. The Fuhrer is experimenting with a new project, which is related to the Jews." The person in charge was obviously a good messenger, expressing the Fuhrer's deep goodwill towards these Jews.

As he spoke, he took out his lighter, opened a new pack of cigarettes, handed one to Mulakov, and took one himself: "He thinks the punishment for the Jews is too much."

"Führer? He thinks the punishment for us is too severe?" Mulakov felt that he heard the funniest thing in the world.

If the Fuhrer really thinks so, then it may be that God is really helping the Jews—but, the Fuhrer still clamored for a high-handed policy against all the Jews in the empire two months ago?

"Yes~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He recently thought of a new way to give you redemption." The person in charge pointed to Mulakov and said.

"This is the meaning of this factory's existence, and the meaning of asking you to experiment!" In Mulakov's horrified expression, the other party said.

Seeing that Mulakov still didn't understand, he continued with a smile and said, "Work hard and contribute your strength to the future of the empire. This is a kind of redemption."

Speaking of this, the face of the person in charge of the factory workshop had a divine light on his face, as if he was a godfather looking for good guidance: "As long as you are willing to work hard, you will have the opportunity to once again integrate into the big German family!"

Reintegrate into the German family? Mulakov apparently did not like the statement. But what came next, he couldn't help but ignore it.

As long as you work hard, it is possible for your children to go to school. If you continue to work, your wife can even have a separate room for them.

These things are obviously more attractive than joining some German family. Mulakov was obviously very good at this time, nodded in agreement, and looked like he was being fooled.

"I will work hard! Thank you, thank you, thank the head of state for giving me such an opportunity!" He didn't know what to say, so he nodded and promised his boss.

And the other party, patted Mulakov on the shoulder, nodded and walked into the distance. The machines there were roaring, and everyone was working hard.

In this place, there is already a second ammunition factory of this size, and there will be more factories here soon, and it is even more gratifying that the workers inside are unbelievably cheap.