Murakov stood at his post, dressed in a suit not made of good fabric, and a six-pointed star representing Jewish identity was still embroidered on his chest. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It was a sign of identity in the factory, and it was possible to distinguish the Jews at once.

However, there is a fundamental difference from when he first came here, and the current identity of Murakov has changed somewhat.

He was wearing a suit, so he was a steward, and he was in charge of the Jewish workers around him, and he was responsible for making them work hard.

He had no right to restrain the German workers who worked with him, but because of his managerial status, the workers respectfully addressed him as "Mr. Murakov".

Every weekend he had the opportunity to see his wife and children and spend his weekend in another concentration camp with good conditions.

Because of his hard work in the factory and cooperation with the German managers, Murakov was able to earn many "points" every month, which allowed him to exchange them for enough daily necessities.

In this way, he can rent a private room for his family with his own efforts, so that his son and daughter can learn German and have a German textbook.

Similarly, his family was able to eat something nice every day and enjoy a walk in the camp.

Compared to other Jewish concentration camps, which were completely incapacitated, he was in a place that was almost indistinguishable from heaven.

But recently he has also been caught in a frightening crisis, which makes him feel very bad.

"Mr. Murakov!" Two German workers walked past him with wrenches, and he quickly smiled and nodded in acknowledgement.

This was a habit he developed when he was a worker, and his humble attitude won him the appreciation of the German high-level, and also allowed him to save the day in many dangerous times.

A few days ago, Jews, like Murakov, brought up a plan against him to save his compatriots.

They intended to negotiate with the representatives of the German factories that ran the place, asking the German managers to agree to their offer to exchange the excess "points" for cheap food to feed more Jews.

Many Jewish workers, fearing for their fellow citizens, were eager to do more to save more of their fellow citizens in the camps, having supported their families.

It is a pity that Murakov was not interested in this proposal at all, and his principle of life was simple, that is, it was enough to take care of everything in front of him.

In Mulakov's view, for those Germans who have already controlled their own life and death, they should be based on the principle that more things are better than less, and it is best not to do more.

The best result is to work honestly and so that the other side can not find fault, and then these terrible Germans forget about his existence over time.

That is to say, he does not look for trouble, does not have problems, and uses mediocre performance to make the other party completely forget him, and he will be able to save his relatives and his own life in this chaotic and crazy era.

Thinking about it, he walked over to a working machine and saw two of his little apprentices, who were manipulating the machine to produce bullet cases.

The cartridge casings of these bullets had to be encapsulated with gunpowder, turned into murderous munitions, and transported to the front line.

But these were also life-savers, and as long as they could make them day and night, their families would have survived the German concentration camps and had limited freedom!

Women and children could go out to the playground at dinner time to let off steam, and even receive household items such as soapy clothes - this was already very satisfying to Murakov.

As for where did the garments come from...... These old clothes were selected by the women themselves from the materials they had brought in, and they were considered a kind of reward.

As for where they were shipped from, no one knows. Mulakov's wife was a group of Jewish family members who were more preferred.

She could often see some clothes made of good material, and some ornaments such as scarves......

The slaughter was not reduced, but the slaughter of useful people was reduced by the Führer's rational arrangement.

"Watch the angle! Don't let these things go to waste! You've used up almost half of your scrap limit...... If anything goes wrong, think about your parents! Murakov looked at the two clumsy teenage workers and warned.

"Got it! Mr. Murakov! The two teenagers in their overalls and with six-pointed stars embroidered on their chests nodded hurriedly, and then the work in hand became more agile.

The workers who can come to this factory are all good and willing to cooperate, so most of their personalities are similar to Murakov, the type of submissive people.

As for the rest, Murakov visited several other labor camps only last weekend and saw the executions of the SS with his own eyes.

Several Jewish workers, who thought they would not be caught, produced shells for 35 howitzers, which were defective, problems arose during use.

Originally, the management of artillery shells by the German army was relatively strict, and the artillery shells provided by this labor battalion were not directly used by the German army on the battlefield.

These numbered shells were used as training shells by the second-line troops, and were used in a similar random inspection - in the end none of these shells were fired.

So the manufacturer of the shells was held accountable, and then the bold Jewish workers were found.

The consequence was simple: their families were hanged in the camp squares, and they were all held in custody to observe the execution.

For the Jews, the SS was not a good man, but a terrible devil. These demons kill without blinking, or they don't treat Jews as human beings at all.

Although he had already set aside many amnesties and rescued a large number of Jewish workers, he could not change the overall situation in Germany.

The people below were still rough with the Jews, especially the disobedient Jews. The hatred buried in Kristallnacht has taken root in this land, and it has blossomed into a man-eating demon flower - and it will only depend on time to make up for it.

"Be careful! The lives of your family are at stake! Looking at the two apprentices, a smile appeared on Mulakov's face, and he gave another instruct with love.

He's a good guy, if it weren't for this damn era, if it wasn't for this damn war, he wouldn't even find himself a good guy.

"If there's something you can't handle yourself, you have to let me know quickly, understand?" He said one last word and left with his hands behind his back.

The two teenagers looked at the distant figure of Murakov and spat into the corner: "The guy who worked for the Germans!" I still think I'm sorry! ”

There are countless machines roaring here, and there are five times more machines and workers here than there were before.

Now the noise in the factory is so loud that I can't hear what the other party says if I don't speak loudly. Therefore, they are not afraid of others hearing their muttering, and they vent their emotions to their heart's content.

However, the passing SS officers still made the two of them swallow a mouthful of spit. They had the audacity to scold Murakov, but they really didn't dare to look into the eyes of these SS devils.

Murakov walked through one busy machine after another, watching the Germanic or Jewish workers busy day and night at their posts.

Quality inspectors sit on both sides of the conveyor belt, pick up the bullets on the conveyor belt from time to time, and carefully check whether there are any quality problems with these products.

On the one hand, it is related to their bonuses, and on the other hand, it is also related to whether they can continue to live in this world. So they watched it very seriously, even to the point where they could pinch the bullet with their hands and feel the weight and speculate on the charge.

One by one, the shiny bullets tumbled along the tracks and landed in the wood-nailed boxes.

Like the production of artillery shells, the bullets produced in the labor camps were given priority to the second-line troops.

Most of these munitions are used for training, so the statistics and use are very strict, and there will be no mistakes and problems due to the chaos of the battle.

Because of this, it is very convenient to trace, and each box of ammunition has a record, which day it was produced, which worker produced the cartridge case, which worker charged, which worker checked the quality......

Soon, these ammunition will be consumed by target training, as a new round of the Führer's expansion program is in full swing.

The German army on the Eastern Front, as well as the German troops stationed in France, were increased by 500,000 men in one go, which shrouded the whole of Germany in the shadow of war.

Ordinary civilians, who thought that the war was gone and that Germany had won, finally realized that the war that seemed to belong to them had only just begun.

In order to allow the new soldiers to better integrate into the troops, the training tasks were arranged very hard - all the ammunition consumed by the shooting was taken care of by the labor battalions, and the bullets produced by the regular German factories were handed over to the front-line troops for stockpiling.

Even so, German munitions were increasing at a faster rate than before, including army tanks and air force aircraft.

Murakov walked all the way to the end of the factory and stood at the door of the office of his boss, the German manager.

At this moment, he took a deep breath and stretched out his hand to knock on the door in front of him with the sign of "Workshop Management".

"Please come in!" A voice came from inside, and Murakov pushed the door open and walked into the office.

"Sir...... Dot, a few of them want to make a request to you...... Personally, I disagree, so I'm going to report this to you in advance......" Murakov swallowed and nervously said his opening words.

"Oh...... The situation you mentioned is too important for me! The German workshop manager got up with a smile on his face and said, "Smoking!" Let's talk about it while we have a drink! ”

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