The Third Reich

Those who were willing to go back all left, and those who were willing to stay gathered in the open space of the prison camp.

The number of people is small, only more than 300 people, and they are also a little worried, what will their new life be like?

Losov looked at the side and was surprised to find that Colonel Zverev, the political commissar, actually chose to stay!

At this moment, no one dared to speak, but only made eye contact. Losov looked at Zverev, seeming to be asking, why did you stay?

Losov remembered hearing that Zverev’s hometown was in Kiev, and he still had a wife and children there, so why should he stay?

Zverev did not answer. As the brigade-level political commissar of the Soviet Union, he had survived the terrible purge, and he thought more. Comrade Stalin didn't trust anyone, the only thing he believed in was himself.

If all the prisoners of war were gone, it would be better to say that now, since there are some left, the prisoners who left would probably not end well!

After hesitating for a long time, he still chose to stay, and he was already disappointed in that terrible autocratic country.

They waited for about half an hour before seeing Goebbels stepping onto the front podium.

Goebbels had already talked to Cyric on the phone, which was also the reason for his delay. After receiving Cyric's instruction, Goebbels was more confident and bold to do it.

He looked at the prisoners below, looked at their hesitant gazes, and said: "I am Goebbels, Minister of the Propaganda Department of the Empire. Now, on behalf of the Empire, I welcome you. You have made the most important thing in your life. One choice."

In an instant, the following cheered.

Goebbels, that is a high official of the empire, he is welcoming himself!

"Although you did something unfavorable to the empire in the last conflict, now you have used facts to show your attitude. In the future, you will have a new identity and be a man upright in the empire. "Goebbels said.

The new identity means that the Empire has accepted them!

All the people are excited, only Zverev is still keeping calm. He has seen a lot of things and is numb. The empire’s welcome is nothing more than their surrender to the empire. The people are valuable.

Sure enough, Goebbels continued to speak: "You will be organized into a new unit called the Volunteer Corps, stationed in Warsaw. The POW camp here will become your camp. I hope you will be trained by the instructors. Become a powerful lion team."

These people, of course, were to be organized into troops. Originally, Goebbels planned to call this force the Russian Liberation Army. It was a pity that Cyric rejected it, thinking that giving this force such a name would severely irritate the Soviets and even speculate on Germany's intentions.

Therefore, it was finally named the Volunteer Corps for the time being, and after the outbreak of the war against the Soviet Union, it was announced as the Russian Liberation Army.

Sure enough, the same as I thought! Zverev thought in his heart that these people on his side would still be controlled by the German army, and they would fight everywhere with them.

However, it is better to be an ally of Germany than to be their enemy.

Zverev lost his mind and did not even hear Goebbels' speech on the stage, but he saw the people around him looking at him!

what happened?

"Colonel Zverev, the highest rank among us, we elected him as the commander of our troops." At this moment, Losov next to him spoke.

Only then did Zverev react. It turned out that he had to choose a commander from these people on his side. His rank was a colonel, the highest of these people!

Zverev looked at the stage. At this time, Goebbels also walked down from above, walked in front of Zverev, and said to him: "Colonel, are you willing to lead this army?"

"Willing to help." Zverev said, he has no possibility of refusing.

"Well, the reorganization of the army will start today. It's hard work. Weapons will be delivered within a week, and you will form an infantry brigade." Goebbels said lightly, "This will be a great The beginning."

The people present have cheered excitedly.

On this day, the predecessor of the Russian People’s Liberation Army, the Volunteer Corps, was established. The initial scale of this force was only a few hundred people, and it was barely organized into a brigade. After that, this force was rapidly expanded. Woke up.

After that, it also played its own responsibility to help the German army and maintain the security of the Soviet occupied areas. These initially joined, their ranks have been promoted several times, and they have become the most loyal foreign corps in the empire.

At the same time when the Volunteer Corps was established ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ other prisoners of war got on the train from Warsaw and headed to the Soviet Union.

The train only ran for two hours before it stopped on the border. A team of military police from the Ministry of Internal Affairs was replaced.

All of these people are burly, holding steel guns in their hands.

"Hey, brother, is there any smoke?" a prisoner asked the military police, and finally went home. He was in a very happy mood. The military police beside him were comrades-in-arms, right?

"Go back, go back to your own seat! No one is allowed to move!" the military police shouted, already pointing a gun at him.

The prisoner’s face was blue and white. In Germany and in the prison camp, the soldiers guarding them were very kind. Now, in their own country, why are these people who come to pick them up so fierce?

"Hmph, don't give it if you don't give it, and smoke again when you go home." The captive complained and walked back.

Inside the carriage, there was no sound.

Brother Timosin was sitting in a corner. When he entered the prisoner of war camp, his epaulettes and anything that marked his rank were taken away. Now he is no different from an ordinary soldier.

Now, looking at these military police, he also had a foreboding.

Prisoners are unwelcome. In the prisoner-of-war camp, Timoshenko also hesitated, but in the end, he returned. As a Soviet soldier, he was embarrassing enough. If he stayed in Germany, he would be even more embarrassed. The Soviets were embarrassed.

If it was before, on the border of the Soviet Union, wheels had to be changed, and the width of the track was different, but now, this dedicated line has been repaired, and there is no need to change wheels. Soon, the train will start again.

Sitting in the corner, Timoshenko waited for his unknown fate, and at this time, in Moscow, opinions on their disposal were being discussed. ()

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