My Third Empire

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Kukov was a Soviet prisoner of the Red Army. When he came to the concentration camp prepared for him by the Germans in Poland, he could not believe his eyes, the neat barracks, and the neat and straight streets. When the convenience store was signing, he even thought it was a very wise decision to surrender the German with his rifle.

Of course, as a Russian, his original situation was not too good. He saw with his own eyes that some prisoners like him were unloaded from the train and worked in the dirty coal yard. But he was lucky because he had been an apprentice in the Ukrainian factory, so he was assigned to the best conditions in the Polish concentration camp factory to continue his hard labor.

Here he is wearing Soviet military uniforms that have been patched several times, except that some of the identification signs have been removed, and disinfection checks are performed every week. Everyone has to take off their clothes and gather them in the iron cage. Was devastated by water guns and white ashes. If there is not a machine gun tower equipped with searchlights every few tens of meters, life might be better.

What made Kukov less satisfied was that there were always SS soldiers on patrol, holding German shepherd dogs and spitting out scary tongues. These soldiers wore SS military uniforms, with red flag armbands on their arms, carrying Mauser 98k rifles, and looked majestic.

These guards are always replaced with new faces. I heard that the old guards have been transferred to the front line. All the newcomers who have just come to the training here come to the front line after performing missions for a few months to get used to military life.

If he could also receive regular military training, would n’t he be so embarrassed on the battlefield? Kukov was a little embarrassed to remember that he lost his bullet and ran around with others around him, and eventually became a captive. He has been here for two months and more than ten days, and he is no longer a newcomer in this concentration camp.

This factory German internal number is 402 factory, is responsible for the production of some equipment accessories products. In fact, Kukov may not know what he is producing, because all the products here can not guess the original appearance of the entire equipment. Only a few managers and guard leaders know that the windshield glass brackets for the production of German crusade helicopters here also have fixed cross-bar landing gear.

The sun at noon is very poisonous, and Kukov and all the workers here have a 1-hour break at this time. Of course, some people go to dinner at 11:30 and come back to work at 12:30. Some people go to dinner at 12:30 and come back to work at 1:30.

As a positive reward for the production of parts, every worker here who achieves the prescribed output will get a "salary". If you have no bad habits such as gambling and are not extorted by the men in the same bedroom, you can use these concentration camps for two months of accumulation The bills issued went to a convenience store for a box of cigarettes.

Kukov had just received the second document with the official seal, and he was not in a hurry to save 20 documents for the quilt, so he rushed to the convenience store and exchanged a box for a mental comfort. Of cigarettes.

A smoker can enjoy cigarettes even in a prisoner of war camp, which is simply heavenly enjoyment. Kukov used his greasy hands to awkwardly open the white packaging with only the German cigarette words inferior cigarettes, as if a soldier was stroking his steel gun, like a man in love was stroking his own Lover.

These inferior cigarettes were produced in Germany. When the supplies were scarce, they were originally supplied to ordinary German people. Although the quality is low, because there is no other choice, it still exists in Germany for several years. In the recent nearly one year, the German team has been invincible on the battlefield. The flattened area is enough to provide better supplies for Germany, so these cigarettes have withdrawn from the German market.

After all, the supply of cigarettes in Germany has returned to normal, and ordinary people can get German hardcover cigarettes of average quality. And some officials still have exquisite people, and now they are enjoying French cigarettes with more delicate tobacco and better taste. As for the cheap and low-quality cigarettes in white simple packaging, even the production line and the remaining reserves were sent to Poland for distribution as second-class materials.

Savvy Jewish businessmen and some German concentration camp contractors saw the benefits and introduced this cigarette into the concentration camp, so Kukov had the opportunity to be able to swallow the fog in the concentration camp, and he also looked at the cigarette face This moment of happiness. In the Soviet Union, the quality of cigarettes is about the same as those of inferior German cigarettes, so these Poles and Soviet prisoners of war do not mind the poor quality. As long as they have such cigarettes, they will be satisfied.

So Kukoff worked hard every day and did not cause any trouble. He rarely even talked to the people around him. Every time he bought a cigarette, he honored two of the most powerful Ukrainian translators. Day. In the eyes of the people around him, he was regarded as the most conservative model prisoner in this concentration camp.

Kukov carefully looked for the German soldiers who managed the matches at the smoking place and borrowed a fire. Meimei enjoyed his happy life in the smoking and fencing corridor with barbed wire. He looked into the distance and felt that he had not died in Poland. On the battlefield, it is already a very satisfying thing.

On the other side, a German officer wearing a brand-new military uniform walked across from him. He was talking to a man in a suit and a suit beside him. Because smoking was prohibited in other places of the concentration camp, the two came here to spend a lot of time with the prisoners of war. Smoke addiction. When both sides walked, they didn't look at the front, so when passing by, Kukov bumped into the officer in his new outfit.

The man dressed as an SS officer was shocked and stumbled. After all, his figure was slightly weaker than Kukov. But this two-centimeter-low man obviously didn't have to rely on his own size to eat, because he had the rank badge of a major officer hung on his shoulder.

"Asshole! Don't you walk with long eyes?" The officer looked at his smeared arm and the twisted red flag armband, and he looked at Kukov after swearing.

"Wow!" As the officer yelled, Kukov saw the two guards behind the officer take off the rifle from behind, and some German soldiers sent out around him even pulled the bolt. He was so scared that he turned blue, and quickly knelt on the ground and raised his hands high: "I'm sorry! Sir! I ... I didn't mean it!"

His movements startled the officer, but he still didn't mean to spare Kukov. One arm had been raised. As long as he slammed his arm, the kneeling Soviet prisoner of war would be beaten. Wear a dozen holes. The most valuable thing here is that the material is profit, and the least valuable thing is human life.

"It's just a new uniform. Just wash a few dollars." The man standing next to the officer finally spoke. He was of medium build, about 1.8 meters tall, with short blond hair and charming eyes. . The man looks very handsome and has a warm smile.

"Frank! I know this is your concentration camp, but the SS is inviolable, and we represent the head of state ..." The officer looked at the man in the suit and said indifferently, but that The high arm didn't let go.

Frank Elstona, the manager of this concentration camp, is also the actual owner of the 402 factory. His factory here is responsible for the production of helicopter parts, and near the small Frankfurt on the German border, there is his wholly-owned helicopter assembly workshop, where the Germans are provided with many different types of crusader helicopters every day.

I heard that this very handsome man has a lot of hands and eyes, and has met several times with the head of the Akado. It is said that he has friendship with Krupp and Augustus, and is the best among the new nobles. One of the entrepreneurs. The new aristocracy in Germany who broke away from the Junker nobility vaguely regarded him as his talker, and his uncle was a big Jewish businessman with the nickname "Jesus" in Poland.

"Every prisoner here is my property, and I have heard of this Russian captive named Kukov. He is very obedient and has created a lot of profits for me." At any time, Frank Alstom Nadu speaks with a smile, but everyone who knows him knows that he kills when he smiles, plays with women when he smiles, and slaps himself when he smiles. He is a German businessman of half Jewish origin: "What you need most He can produce 70 helicopter parts a day. "

"This can't be the case!" The officer lowered his arm, and Kukov felt that he was alive again, because there were at least a dozen fewer guns pointing at him. Although he could not understand what the two Germans were talking to, he knew that the handsome man in a suit looked extraordinary and saved him.

"I have a gold ring in my office. I got it from the body of a prisoner of war. It looks like a seventeenth-century object. I heard that you are very interested in this kind of thing." Out of his price, he is a businessman, as long as he has more profits and can bring more benefits, he will continue to do business.

"Is it worth it?" The officer smiled, seeming to forget the unpleasantness just now.

"Of course! He is a role model. With him, everyone else will work harder." Franck Elstona took a box of French cigarettes out of his pocket with a smile, shook it twice, and threw it to Kukov, who was still on his knees, said in less proficient Russian: "You, good, I hope you are better!"