My Third Empire

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Just when Smolensk became a **** on earth, London, England, a place that had become a hell, is now full of vitality. The Germans are planning to restore the British docks and ports, and the North Britain is also Efforts to restore 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 dying industrial system of the British mainland. The corresponding return is that many British families have joined German citizenship and become genuine German citizens.

A large amount of materials were transported from Germany to the UK, including food and some daily necessities, and these items were subsidized to the cooperating British, or to subsidize the original British who had joined the family of the German Third Reich. As a result, many families have a decent life, and the German occupation forces are also very willing to maintain their decentness.

The morning sunlight makes people feel very peaceful, the cold winter is about to pass, and everything is full of hope. The middle-aged Johnson was reading the newspaper in the house he had just repaired. He was sitting in a slightly narrow kitchen, allowing his young son and daughter to make trouble.

Mrs. Johnson is pouring the finished food onto the plate. For her to be able to watch a happy family together, it is already the result of God ’s blessing. When she thinks of the terrible London bombing, she feels like a family. All are still alive and must be a gift from God.

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

"Dang! Dangdang!" A light knock on the door came, and Johnson put down the newspaper in his hand, glanced helplessly at the inferior food on the plate in front of him that would not change for about a thousand years, and stood slowly He got up and walked to the front door. He didn't know who would come to disturb their family so early, so when he opened the door, there was a little displeasure on his face.

"Who?" He asked as he opened the door. Although he said the suffering caused by the German occupation, he had to admit that because he had passed the test of life and death, he thought he was carrying a gun. The SS patrols keep the public security here so good that people feel very relieved when they first open the door.

"Sir." A young man wearing SS military uniforms greeted with a smile. He wears an SS soft hat on top of his head, and the national emblem is mechanically woven, and looks a bit rough. His chest hung with metal nameplates worn by special services such as the signal soldier and the railway soldier, which shone in the sun.

Mr. Johansson immediately calmed down the disgusted expression on his face. After all, his family could always say that they kept close contact with these Germans. They can live in a decent house, and they can have food that can't be eaten by others for thousands of years. These are all provided by these Germans from afar.

"Good morning, sir." He squeezed out a smile, because the young German soldier in front of him smiled so brightly that he had to cast aside the words of the vague nation-state and show a similar smile.

"It's really good weather," the German soldier said in slightly crappy English. As he said, he was rummaging through his shoulder bag, and finally pulled out a small package: "There is a letter from your home, from Poland."

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

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

So Johnson, the businessman who once operated a small boat factory in London, immediately found the local German dispatch officer and explained his willingness to cooperate. So his boat factory was immediately chartered to work on repairing light shipping vessels from Germany to the UK.

Subsequently, the German local sheriff was very kind and enthusiastic to help Johnson investigate the matter about his elder son. The final result satisfied both parties. The son was in a concentration camp in Poland and was still alive and healthy. .

Johansson ’s son wrote a letter to his family, which described his tragic life in a concentration camp. He prayed for help from his family. In order to leave that inhuman state of life, he would prefer to Germany People succumb.

So the Johansen family joined German nationality without hesitation and became a legal German with a certificate, and his son immediately became the manager of the persecution of others in the Polish concentration camp. He was transferred to a concentration camp that managed 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?" Johnson took his letter from the German postman and made an invitation gesture. It can be said that their family remembers their sons who are far away in Poland. This letter is very important for each of them. So with gratitude, he made a sincere invitation.

"Thank you, I ... there are still many letters to be delivered. I will have a chance to eat together another day." The young German soldier nodded with a smile. He carefully buckled his shoulder bag, and then saluted: " Long live Akado? Rudolph! "

"Ah ... long live the heads of state!" Johnson quickly followed the salute, this is his current "motherland" etiquette, it must be strictly implemented, otherwise the SS soldiers patrolling with rifles on the street will go away Come over and talk to the unscrupulous about the importance of the head of state to the Third Reich.

The postman was delivered, and Johnson closed the door of his room. He pinched the letter and walked back to the kitchen. After sitting back to his place, he laid the letter flat on the table and said to his wife: " Jon has written. "

"My God, thank God." The wife was very excited to hear the news. At this moment, she felt that she was blamed by her neighbors, and it was worthwhile to be scolded as a traitor by children on the roadside. At least their family was safe.

"Dad! Dad! Brother has written?" The little girl tugged at Johnson's trouser legs and coquettishly said in a naive tone: "Read it, Dad, we miss my brother very much."

Jonathan smiled and touched the head of the little daughter, then pulled away the letter and began to read the above content: "Dear father, mother, brother, sister, I miss you very much."

"I live very well in Poland. Unlike the terrible things I said before, I really live very well now. I now manage all the production tools in a large factory, these tools are used to produce military uniforms for German soldiers. The Soviet prisoners of war in the factory work day and night, but I can take a morning break every week and go to the nearby market with my German friends to see. "

"The days when I do n’t work hungry every day are really great. I am very grateful for the sacrifices you made for me, and I am working hard for a better life. I have good news to tell 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 am more useful than when I left home. "

"How is my mother? She is still so young and beautiful in my memory. I have many British prisoners like me. Although the food is still not very good, at least we have this SS military uniform without badges. It's very spiritual to go up. "

"Take care of yourself, Dad, and wait for me to go back. Take good care of moms and brothers and sisters, you are my most important loved ones. Love you forever, Jon." After reading the letter, Johnson handed the stationery to the side The little daughter then looked at his wife.

Mrs. Johnson sighed and looked at her husband and said, "I know that the defeat of England and we are all sad. But we can't change anything, for Jon, for the hard-won life now, You can pretend not to hear the rhetoric from those neighbors. "

"I know how to deal with this kind of thing, my dear. I'm just worried about you." Johnson looked at his wife with compassion and said, "I'm going to work. I heard that my factory has a few days A new order is approved. A Vichy French patrol boat will be repaired in my dock. If I do well, there may be several German patrol boats coming. "

More work means more income, and more income can be exchanged for more food ration tickets. Mrs. Johnson heard her husband's shipyard business getting better and better, with a happy smile on her face. She is already thinking about whether to use extra ration tickets to change some extravagant sausages to improve the food for the whole family.

As for the neighbors eating disgusting ration flour and sarcasm about their own affairs, 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." Johnson suddenly turned back and asked, "From today, my dear ... forget that we used to be British ..."