Just when Smolensk became hell on earth, London, England, a place that had become hell, is now full of vitality. The Germans are planning to restore British docks and ports, and the northern United Kingdom is also working hard to restore production throughout the UK.

In the face of a series of tricks played by the Germans, many British families joined the plan to rebuild the UK. They served the Germans and used very efficient work to revive the withered industrial system in the UK. The corresponding reward is that many British families have joined German nationality and become legal German citizens in the true sense.

A large amount of supplies were transported from Germany to the UK, including food and some daily necessities. These things were subsidized for the British who cooperated with them, or subsidized for the former British who had joined the German Third Reich family. Many families lived a decent life because of this, and the German occupation forces were willing to maintain the decentness of these families.

The morning sun makes people feel very peaceful. The cold winter is about to pass, and everything is full of hope. Middle-aged Johnson is reading the newspaper in the newly repaired house. He sits in a slightly narrow kitchen, allowing his youngest son and daughter to play.

Mrs. Johnson was pouring the prepared food into the plate. For her, watching the family happily together was already the result of God's blessing. Whenever she thought of the terrible London bombing, she felt that her family was still alive, and it must be a gift from God.

Mrs. William next door, a family of seven, has only four left. This is the war, this is the war that seems to have gone far away, and the memory left to everyone.

"Dang! Dangdang!" A brisk knock came. Johnson put down the newspaper in his hand, looked at the inferior food in the plate in front of him that would not change for about a thousand years, and slowly stood up and walked to the main door. He didn't know who would disturb their families so early, so he looked a little displeasure on his face when he opened the door.

"Who?" he asked while opening the door. Although the suffering brought to the place when the Germans occupied it, he had to admit that because he had experienced the test of life and death, he thought that the SS carrying guns kept patrolling, and the public security here became extremely good, so good that people opened the door first, and they felt very relieved.

"Sir." A young man in a SS uniform smiled and greeted. He wore a SS cap on his head, and the national emblem on it was mechanically woven and looked a little rough. He hung a metal nameplate worn by special troops such as communications and railway soldiers on his chest, which shone in the sun.

Mr. Johnson immediately restrained the disgusting expressions on his face. After all, their family can be said to have always maintained close contact with these Germans. They can live in a pretty good house and have unchanging food that others can't eat for thousands of years. They are all provided by these Germans who have come from afar.

"Good morning, sir." He squeezed out a smile, because the young German soldier in front of him smiled very brightly, which made him have to put aside the illusory words of the nation-state and other words and smile the same.
Chapter completed!