The decisive battle against the Third Reich

There was a cry of surprise on the bus, and everyone turned their eyes to Qin Chuan, even the driver.

"God, he is right!" said the old man holding the newspaper: "I have seen him in the newspaper, he is the 'legendary sergeant'!"

"Of course!" Luman straightened his chest: "He is my brother!"

Someone immediately leaned forward to shake hands with Qin Chuan: "Nice to meet you, Captain, you are great!"

"Sorry, Captain! I didn't know it was you just now!"

"You are our hero, Captain!"

...

"So, Captain!" the old woman asked: "You just came back from the Holm battlefield, right?"

"Yes, ma'am!" Qin Chuan replied.

"We have all heard about that battle!" said the old woman: "Especially you, everyone is telling your stories, I don't know which ones are true..."

"I don't know either, ma'am!" Qin Chuan replied.

There was a burst of laughter in the car.

The driver turned around and said to Schmidt, "Sir, you have a very good son, you should be proud of him."

"He always is!" Schmidt replied, and at the same time cast his eyes on Qin Chuan, his eyes full of smiles.

When Qin Chuan followed Schmidt off the bus and walked on the street, similar things happened one after another... Most people in the neighborhood recognized Qin Chuan, or to be more precise, they recognized Qin Chuan's appearance, so people greeted Qin Chuan and the other two along the way:

"Hey, look who's back, our hero!"

"Frick, good job! Remember my son Kooser? He hopes you can teach him a few tricks!"

...

There were even a few children who gasped in surprise when they saw Qin Chuan, and then followed Qin Chuan and shouted Frick's name again and again.

Originally, Qin Chuan thought that his home was just a small room like other people, but he didn't expect Schmidt to lead Qin Chuan into a gate and into a factory building of several hundred square meters. There were dozens of workers busy coming and going in the factory, and of course they all looked at Qin Chuan with envy and admiration in their eyes.

Someone even shouted to Schmidt: "Boss, he must be your son, the 'legendary sergeant'!"

"Yes!" Schmidt replied: "He got a month's vacation!"

"You know what? Brother!" Lehman explained beside him: "Are you surprised?"

"What? Oh, yes..." Qin Chuan replied.

"Nothing surprising!" Lehman replied: "Because you became a hero, they arranged this factory for us!"

Qin Chuan said "Oh", so before that, this factory did not belong to Schmidt.

But this does not seem strange. The Germans drove away or arrested the Jews, and then allocated their factories and even their homes and property to the Germans. Of course, those who can be allocated have certain "merits" and "qualifications". Qin Chuan's merits on the battlefield obviously also won some care for his family.

"Oh, Frick!" A haggard middle-aged woman stood at the door of the inner room behind the factory and couldn't wait to stretch out her hands to Qin Chuan.

"Mother!" Qin Chuan hurried to meet her. She was Frick's mother Karen, who suffered from chronic obstructive pulmonary disease.

"My child!" Karen hugged Qin Chuan and cried with joy. After a pause, as if she remembered something, she asked, "Child, you are not injured!"

"No, mother!" Qin Chuan clenched her fist and replied, "I am fine!"

"Don't worry, mother!" Lehman said, "We can always see news about my brother in the newspaper, right? He always makes meritorious deeds on the battlefield. You can see his medal. It is an Iron Cross!"

Karen wiped her tears and nodded, but Qin Chuan believed that she didn't listen to anything, because for her, the safety of her child was the most important thing. As for merits and medals, they were not important.

At that moment, Qin Chuan didn't know what to say. If they knew that he was not Frick... how disappointed they would be.

"You are hungry!" Karen said, "We still have some flour. Wait, I will make you a loaf of bread right away!"

Hearing this, Qin Chuan couldn't help but be a little confused. What does "still have some flour" mean? If Schmidt was running such a small-scale furniture factory, how could there be "still some" flour?

Later, Qin Chuan realized that he was late to realize it.

After Germany entered the war in World War I, it was blocked by Britain, France and other countries, resulting in a serious shortage of food, which was one of the reasons for Germany's defeat in World War I.

So after entering World War II, Germany learned this lesson and implemented a rationing system very early, that is, the state uniformly distributed food. The weekly ration per person was about 2250 grams of bread, 700 grams of meat, 280 grams of margarine, 280 grams of sugar, 110 grams of artificial jam, 150 grams of beans...

At this time in Germany, fresh vegetables and fish were also hard to find. In front of butcher shops and local goods shops, you can often see housewives queuing up with baskets in their hands. If you see a woman with a child waiting in front of a store, this store must have candy for sale; in front of the tobacco and paper shop are well-dressed men who line up for an hour or two just to buy a few cigars or a can of cigarettes. If these addicts are lucky and buy the goods they want, and want to go to the pub to have a beer to breathe, then they will have to pay a "wartime surcharge" in addition to the alcohol.

In addition, Qin Chuan also noticed that women on the street rarely wore leather shoes. Instead, they wore women's shoes with wooden soles and cloth. When walking on the sidewalk, they "kick and drag" like Japanese women's clogs. Even the shoes on Karen's feet were like that.

And if you want to save some flour at home, only someone like Schmidt who owns a small-scale factory can do it.

Obviously, all of this is to save more supplies for frontline battles. This is also a manifestation of German self-discipline.

"Mr. Schmidt!" At this time, two policemen crowded in outside the factory. When they saw Qin Chuan, they stood up and saluted Qin Chuan and said, "You must be Captain Frick. I can see "See your military ID?"

"Of course!" Qin Chuan casually handed over his military officer's ID card.

The policeman carefully looked through the officer's ID card and compared it with the photo. Then he handed the officer's ID card back to Qin Chuan and stood up and said, "It's an honor to meet you, Captain! Colonel Weibo heard that you were back and specially ordered us to give it to you. Send me the ration card!”

As he spoke, the policeman took out a card from his pocket and handed it to Qin Chuan. He saluted Qin Chuan again and said, "I wish you a happy holiday, Captain!"

After the police left, Lehman went to the side and took a look at the ration card, exclaiming: "God, they gave you a two hundred point ration card, which is double the amount!"