What does Germany look like in 1945?
In the midst of the storm, millions of Soviet troops are advancing triumphantly on the Eastern Front, not only occupying East Prussia and advancing into the heart of Germany, but also advancing step by step towards Berlin, the heart of the Third Reich.
The Allies, who have repelled the German counterattack on the Western Front, are launching the final attack on the Siegfried Line. Since Hitler lost this desperate gamble in the Ardennes, the last elite of the German army on the Western Front was exhausted, leaving only a group of old, weak, sick and disabled people guarding the Siegfried Line, which is obviously unable to stop the Allied attack.
The demise of the Third Reich is only a matter of time!
Everyone knows this very well.
But even so, before the demise of the empire, the power operation mechanism of the empire will continue to operate according to inertia.
Although ordinary Germans have become a luxury even with a piece of bread in these stormy days, there are still all kinds of high-end food and drinks in some special restaurants, but only a very few people are qualified to enjoy them.
Sitting in the restaurant, Berlin looked at the guy in front of him. He was short and fat, wearing a pair of black-framed glasses and a swastika badge on his suit collar. At this time, he was standing there respectfully.
"Mr. Special Envoy, it was my mistake that I couldn't go to the station to greet you in person. Please forgive me."
Who would have thought that this short and fat guy who looked more like a loan shark than an official was actually the local head of the Gestapo.
"Please sit down, Director Frank, there is no need to be so polite between us."
Although he sat down, Frank was still a little nervous. After all, there must be a reason why the special envoy from Berlin came to Cologne at this time.
At this time, how could Berlin still take care of this place?
Did something happen here? So, the special envoy was sent here?
All kinds of thoughts emerged in Frank's mind for a while.
"I came here this time to perform a special mission. If it is not necessary, there is no need to alarm the locals."
So that's the case. Frank immediately relaxed and said.
"Then Mr. Special Envoy, do you need our assistance?"
"Assistance..."
After thinking for a while, Berlin said.
"I need a train."
Why did Berlin come to Cologne?
For uranium!
"Train?"
"Yes, this operation requires a train, and the train needs to be arranged to go to Amsterdam in three days, is that okay?"
Of course there is no problem. For the local head of the Gestapo, these things are a piece of cake.
With Frank's assistance, the problem of the train was quickly solved. On the same day, Berlin commanded the commandos who came with him from Berlin to load more than 1,100 tons of uranium stored in the industrial zone onto the train.
When loading the uranium onto the train, Berlin still had doubts in his heart. What are these things used for?
Is it used to make armor-piercing bullets?
For people of this era, they don't know the importance of uranium at all, and even for the current Third Reich, the same is true.
Otherwise, how could these precious raw materials be gathering dust in the warehouse?
Soon, the train disguised as a food transport train left the train station and headed towards the Netherlands.
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In February 1946, the Netherlands was still shrouded in the cloud of hunger. In September last year, the German occupation authorities issued a ban, cutting off all food supplies in the Netherlands and implementing a comprehensive blockade. A purchase restriction policy was adopted for food distribution, stipulating that each resident in the Netherlands could only receive 200 grams of bread per week.
200 grams per week!
How much food is this?
For example, during the siege of Leningrad, people in the city ate 125 grams of black bread mixed with sawdust every day. This insignificant amount of bread was all the food that a Leningrad civilian could have every day at that time.
And 200 grams in the Netherlands... for 7 days, an average of less than 30 grams per day!
Famine, cold, despair, and death have been shrouding the Netherlands this winter.
In the past six months, people here only had 200 grams of food per week, not even enough for one meal. Hungry people would eat anything edible to survive.
Once again, after eating two tulip bulbs, Ada drank cold tap water from the faucet. The water was cold, but it could satisfy hunger. Finally, after drinking a bellyful of water, Ada raised her head and looked at herself in the mirror. Her thin face was left with only a pair of big eyes.
"You must hold on, the war will be over soon..."
Ada encouraged herself again.
"When that time comes, you can have whatever you want to eat. Bread, milk, chocolate..."