Chapter 631: The Assimilation System

There was a knock on the office door. The sound was very faint, as if the person knocking didn’t have the courage to touch the exquisitely carved door. He seemed afraid of disturbing the person inside, yet he had to come here to see this man he did not want to see.

“Come in!” The man sitting in the office had a huge belly. The smart, black SS uniform could not accommodate his abnormally obese body and had to be altered until it was misshapen, fitting its owner like a fat sack.

He was the highest person in charge of this concentration camp, an SS Major. He was the demon most feared by the 13,000 inmates here, a camp administrator who killed without batting an eye. His name could make even the death-defying Soviet Red Army prisoners tremble all over; his name could make the French and British prisoners of war held here break out in a cold sweat.

There was no God here, no devil, not even pity or compassion. Compared to those with special skills who could work, the people here had little value to be exploited. Therefore, this had become the most terrifying of concentration camps. Because there was a small mine nearby, the prisoners in this camp could only survive by mining. Their working conditions were extremely harsh, and their lives were precarious.

Dozens of prisoners of war died every day. The laws of the Empire and the morals of humanity did not shine upon this dark corner. If the splendor of Berlin was a testament to the greatest side of this empire, then the mine pits here represented the cruelest moments in this world. The people here were no longer afraid of death, because compared to living, death represented peace and happiness.

Following the SS officer’s command, the door was pushed open from the outside, and a young, blond man walked in. He wore a filthy British army uniform, his rank insignia and unit patches torn off, proving his status as a prisoner. His hands were covered in black stains that could not be washed clean, and the dirt under his fingernails looked exceptionally disgusting. His grip on the gilded doorknob seemed so unnatural.

The young man walked carefully across the thick carpet, afraid his shoes would soil this work of art. After all, a human life here was not as valuable as a piece of art. If it weren’t necessary to keep these prisoners for the dirtiest and most tiring work, killing them might have been more in line with the interests of the entire Empire.

Behind the desk sat the living King of Hell, the true Grim Reaper of this place, so the young man didn’t dare to breathe too loudly. With just a wave of the obese German officer’s hand, he could be dragged out and shot. Although most of the time he desperately wanted to die, not everyone had the courage to face death.

“Ah… Bob, Bob… I’ve called you here today because I have something to congratulate you on,” the fat officer said, a kind and amiable smile on his face, as if he weren’t the same person who ordered the disposal of dozens of corpses every day. If one were to judge by this smile alone, this fat Buddha could even be called a living saint.

“Originally, you were probably destined to die here, little Bob,” the fat officer said with a smile, looking at the young prisoner who was too scared to speak. He continued with his lines; after all, there were some things he had to do. He was not at the top of the food chain and, for the most part, was just following orders.

When he had received the order from his own superior, he himself had been scared out of his wits. His obese body felt as if it had lost ten pounds from the evaporating sweat. Because standing next to his superior had been a man—a man who looked unremarkable but could make any SS member fear for their life. His name was Reinhard Heydrich, the most terrifying leader in the entire SS.

“A special directive from the Führer! Do as you’re told… and do it well!” At the time, Heydrich had taken out a document, tossed it on the table, and spoken softly. At once, all 200-plus concentration camp commandants present had jumped up from their seats, stood at attention, and raised their right arms.

When the word “Führer” was mentioned, all SS members had their own unique fanaticism. These men, wolves in the eyes of their enemies and demons in the eyes of their prisoners, had already dedicated their souls to Akado Rudolph. Their creed was very simple: if the Führer lives, they live; if they die, the Führer must not!

Thinking of this order, the fat officer’s smile widened even further. He continued speaking to the young British man, who had almost knelt on the ground in fear when he had mentioned the word “die.” “You don’t have to be afraid now. An order just came in. You have been promoted to an overseer here. Not only will you not have to go down into the mines, but you will also be in charge of a mining detachment! 300 men! Congratulations!”

“…” The young British man really didn’t know what to say. If he could, he would have really liked to say that the ups and downs of life were happening too fast, that it was simply too exciting. A few minutes ago he was a prisoner doing hard labor; now he was a foreman!

Having seen the overseers, he certainly knew what this appointment meant. Overseers were supplied with cigarettes, could eat in the soldiers’ canteen, and could deal with prisoners as they pleased without having to do any hard work themselves. If one performed well for a year, one could even be granted Third Reich citizenship and become a German citizen. As long as you were ruthless enough to your former comrades and countrymen, you could even own your own farm in Poland!

“Are you really… making me an overseer?” the young man asked cautiously. He suspected there had been some mistake. After all, just an hour ago he was living a wretched existence in the most terrible of places, so he didn’t dare believe his luck.

“If you want to thank someone, you should thank your good uncle,” the fat officer said with a smile. He walked around his desk, came to the young man’s side, and patted his shoulder with the familiarity of an uncle. “From now on, you and I are colleagues. We should all serve the Empire to the best of our ability…”

“My uncle? You mean the uncle who works at Rolls-Royce?” the young man asked, puzzled.

“That’s him. To save you, he has moved his entire family to Berlin, taken German citizenship, and become a technical expert for the Empire. That’s why your treatment has been improved. I hope you become a citizen of the Empire soon, and that you can be reunited with your father, mother, uncle, and aunt in Berlin,” the fat officer said, proudly revealing the truth.

Based on the suggestion made by Frank Alston, the Führer, with some modifications, had issued the “Third Reich Special Talent Recruitment Method.” The introduction of this internal operational guide further accelerated Germany’s control over high-tech talent in the occupied territories.

This recruitment method first included the traditional strategy of using high salaries and good treatment to attract engineers, designers, and skilled workers from the occupied territories to work for Germany. On the other hand, this method also graded and classified the high-tech talent under German control, requiring German intelligence and relevant government departments to closely monitor this talent pool.

What followed was the unique part of this recruitment method. It took advantage of the more than 400,000 British and French prisoners of war in German concentration camps to launch a talent recruitment program with German characteristics. The German government verified the identities of the British and French prisoners of war. If it was discovered that a prisoner was related to a scientist or technician, this was used to persuade both parties to join the German camp.

If the scientist provided technology for Germany, their captured family member could have their sentence reduced and be transferred to a concentration camp with better conditions. Those who performed outstandingly could even be released and given a minor official post in occupied territories like Poland or France.

Under the step-by-step enticement of this sentence reduction system, these British and French prisoners of war who gained a higher status within the concentration camps would undoubtedly have the blood of their comrades and countrymen on their hands, becoming sinners who persecuted other prisoners. And the scientists and engineers on the outside who helped Germany produce advanced weapons also became, in a way, accomplices and beneficiaries of German aggression.

In this way, the entire family would be tied to Germany’s war chariot, unable to escape. The purpose of this law was to fundamentally absorb the technology and talent of the occupied territories, and to further divide a portion of the families, turning them into assimilated, law-abiding citizens under German rule, thus holding the occupied territories more firmly in German hands.

Of course, the most important point was that this recruitment method had absolutely no cost for the Third Reich. One or two successes were one or two free gains. There was no loss, whether they succeeded with many or few. Even a single accidental success, like what Frank Alston had achieved, could give Germany a terrifying new weapon of war for free.

“Bob! Come, since your uncle is already a technical expert for the Empire, we are all one family now. Let me teach you some knowledge about managing the mining prisoners. We can’t let those lazy fellows cause trouble for you!” The fat officer put his arm around the young British man, who had just changed into an SS uniform without any rank insignia, his voice growing softer and softer.

It was like a demon tempting a lost lamb, like an instigator encouraging a crime. It wouldn’t be long before the young man, now in a position of power, would raise a butcher’s knife against his own comrades. Because on the other side of the river of blood, a magnificent Garden of Eden awaited him.

The requirement of the order was not to release these connected prisoners, but to train them, step by step, into executioners and mass murderers. This way, these assimilated people and families could be used with confidence, ensuring that Germany could go further in the war and have a more stable rear.

Starting from September 27, 1938, scientists and technicians from Britain and France began to appear in German factories. More than 30,000 skilled workers worked desperately to win a chance of freedom for their relatives. More weapons and products were produced. From this day forward, Germany’s exploitation and assimilation of the occupied territories entered the fast lane of history.

Published: 2025-09-13T02:40:55.000+00:00
Last Edited: 2026-01-30T17:15:52.000+00:00
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