A man with hexagram sewn on his chest leaned against the wall in the corner of the factory, with a clear water mark on his thin face.

A few days ago he was still on the verge of life and death, atoneing for his so-called faults in a labor camp under the German SS, which was terrifying than prison.

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

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

But the local guards immediately gathered all the Jews in the labor camp where they received the letters and loaded them on a train to transport them between Germany and Poland.

At the beginning, he was reluctant to leave the labor camp because he had heard too many rumors that people transported by train were actually executed.

But soon, he was escorted to the train station by soldiers. When he saw the train transporting them, he denied his previous guess.

If you want to execute the person shot, you don’t need to deliberately arrange such a decent train to transport. Although it is not as good as those special trains, the trains are all sleeper berths, which are obviously much higher.

There were many people 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 a part of the Jews because they were not in their original factory, and most of them were second-class apprentices.

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

At the beginning, there were no large equipment here, but soon the Jews named Murakov saw what kind of factory it was.

The equipment gradually transported here is used to produce bullets, and a secret factory next door produces shells.

Murakov was unwilling to produce shells for the Germans, and he even cursed the Germans in his heart to lose this war to persecute the Jews!

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

What made Murakov even more unbelievable was that the German workers who came to the factory were treated equally, except that 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 here without going through the main entrance.

And outside the two layers of barbed wire, there are warning signs for dangerous landmines. There are skeletons on them, which look creepy.

Apart from not having the right to get out of here, Murakov found that this place is countless times better than the labor camp. If he worked hard, it would be no different from his own life outside on weekdays.

If the task is overcomplete, the factory will regularly provide margarine and bread. You can lock these things in your own wardrobe and mail them to your relatives in the labor camp far away.

All the Jews who came here are workers with family and relatives, and mastering techniques such as turning, milling and planing.

While they were sent here, their relatives were also sent to another concentration camp with better conditions and were concentrated and taken care of.

The food there is still insufficient, so the German executives who run the factory encouraged the Jewish workers here to work hard and mail the food they had assigned to their relatives in distant places.

There is a complete reward and punishment system here. The scrap produced by each person shall not exceed the requirements of similar factories in Germany. If it exceeds the price, the reward or punishment will be deducted.

Punishment measures are accumulated and are carried out weekly. On the day of punishment, Jewish workers will be drawn from the factory and visited the family concentration camp.

The execution was fair. The concentration camp would announce the mistakes made by the corporal punishment of the family members and their men, and then retaliate.

Under this system, the factory has been started for 8 days. Some people have already punished their sons and wives for their mistakes, and some have used their own efforts to get their families more food.

Murakov was a Jewish type who was more cooperative. He accepted it and heard that he could earn bread for his son, daughter and wife, so he started giving birth very well.

He was responsible for manipulating machine tools and finally processing bullets one by one. His skills were very exquisite. The amount he could produce in a day was almost the standard for two German workers.

After all, before he was overwhelmed, he was a well-known senior bullet manufacturing worker, and his ability was obvious to all.

On Crystal Night, his whole family was in trouble, and in the end the factory could not save him, which made him fall into the concentration camp and live a tragic life of not being able to eat.

Now, it seems that life has become as usual again, he works hard every day, and his wife and children enjoying the food he has worked hard to earn.

"Mulakov!" Seeing him resting against the wall, a middle-aged man in a decent suit came 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 obey his orders.

He calmly walked around a machine tool that was constantly reciprocating, smiled and patted the Jewish worker who was also a little thin by the machine tool, and walked to Murakov.

"Uh, sir! I'm just a little tired, so I'm leaning here for a minute to rest." Murakov explained embarrassedly.

It is a depressing thing to be seen by the employer in resting. What's more, when the employer holds the power of life and death for the worker's family, this depression will be infinitely magnified.

"Oh, rest, it's okay! Actually, I came to you deliberately." The factory manager smiled and pulled out a box of somewhat shriveled cigarettes from his pocket, and threw them all to Murakov.

Murakov was a little flattered at this unexpected surprise. For the Germans, cigarettes were also very rare strategic materials, and the other party gave them, which represented a reward.

"Thank you...thank you." Murakov took the few cigarettes left, nodded and thanked his immediate boss.

"I'll tell you, the factory is ready to set some advanced models." The other party smiled like a flower, and looked a little friendly.

Murakov hasn't seen this expression for a long time because he is a Jew, a race that seems unpopular in Germany.

"You have been selected and you have to continue working hard. I am very optimistic about you." The other party smiled and patted Murakov on the shoulder, encouraging him.

"Yes! Sir!" Murakov nodded quickly and expressed that he was a very cooperative and obedient person.

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

"Go to school?" Murakov's children were not very old and were in elementary school before. However, Crystal Night interrupted their studies and they have not continued to study until now.

I thought they would be over in this life, but who knew that these Germans were willing to let their children continue to study.

"This is all the head of state. The head of state is experimenting with a new project, about the Jews." The person in charge was obviously a good microphone, expressing the head of state's deep kindness to these Jews.

He said as he took out his lighter, lifted up a new pack of cigarettes, handed Murakov one, and took one by himself: "He thought the punishment for the Jews was too much."

"First of the People? He thinks the punishment for us is too heavy?" Murakov felt that he had heard the funniest thing in the world.

If the Head of State really thought this way, it might be God who was helping them, the Jews—but, two months ago, the Head of State was clamoring to adopt a high-pressure policy against all Jews in the empire?

"Yes, he recently thought of a new way to give you redemption." The person in charge pointed at Murakov and spoke.

"This is the meaning of the existence of this factory, and it is also the meaning of asking you to experiment!" said the other party with a frightened expression on Murakov.

Seeing that Murakov was still a little confused, he continued to smile and said, "Working hard and contributing your own strength to the future of the empire is a kind of redemption."

Speaking of this, the face of the head of the factory workshop was filled with a sacred light, as if he was a godfather who was seeking guidance: "As long as you are willing to work hard, you will have the opportunity to integrate into the German family again!"

Reintegrating into the German family? Murakov obviously had no good feelings for this statement. But he couldn't help but look at what followed.

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

These things are obviously more attractive than joining the German family. Murakov was obviously very good at this time, and nodded and felt like he was fooled.

"I will work hard! Thank you, thank you, thank you for giving me such a chance!" He didn't know what to say, nodded and bowed and promised to his boss.

The other party patted Murakov on the shoulder, nodded and walked towards the distance. The machines there were roaring, and everyone was busy.

In this place, there is a second ammunition factory of this size, and more factories will appear here soon. What is even more gratifying is that the workers inside are incredibly cheap.
Chapter completed!