Looking around, there are ruins everywhere, which may be the hell described in the Bible. Today, London is similar to hell, and sometimes it is even more desperate than hell.

A middle-aged woman in a decent coat, carrying a beautiful bucket in her hand, walked on a street that could be described as empty, with a expressionless face like a walking corpse.

On both sides of her, the originally towering buildings had been blown to flat ground at this moment. The beautiful buildings now only have rubble and wreckage left.

Next to the collapsed wall, there is a twisted iron bed buried half by bricks, and good-quality wooden furniture, burned by the once-fire, shattered beside the chandeliers falling from the ceiling.

The woman carried her bucket and walked step by step on the street. Even she felt a little tired, but she was unwilling to stop and rest.

The nearby tap water supply system has been completely destroyed by the bombing of German aircraft and cannot be repaired in a short period of time, so people nearby need to go to a very far place to carry the drinking water to their homes.

What is even more depressing is that the so-called home is actually an air-raid shelter in the distance, which is crowded with civilians, and the smell is so bad that it is suffocating.

There is no place to change clothes there, and you have to wait in line to go to the toilet. There is no privacy and even when you go to bed at night, you can hear strange snoring sounds that are so close to you.

Medicines and other valuable things, sometimes even a piece of bread, will be stolen by someone - or if the other party needs these things more, they will be taken away.

However, in order to survive, they all had to crowd in the air-raid shelter, endured all kinds of inconveniences, and lived in it waiting for the end of the war.

"Lady..." A defense officer patrolling along the street nodded and greeted the woman in decent clothes, looking very gentlemanly.

The woman nodded, but did not speak, but just carried her bucket to the air-raid shelter in the distance. She was no longer used to talking to people because she really didn't like her current situation.

She carried her bucket and walked to the entrance of the air-raid shelter where she was, and then stopped - because she saw that her husband and several men were arguing with several army officers at the entrance.

"What's going on? Dear?" the woman frowned and asked her husband. Her voice caught everyone's attention, and her husband walked over with a cold face.

The man is obviously a government official. Although he is not a prominent senior official, he is also a truly decent position.

He looked at his wife and replied helplessly: "God, my dear, you don't know what they are here to tell us."

While speaking, the man pointed to the officers not far away, and his tone was dissatisfied: "They said they would stuff 30 more refugees into our air-raid shelter... but we are already filled with people."

"Let them go in and see where there are people living there? Someone has occupied the toilet door. Are they blind?" The woman also complained with a sharp voice when she heard the news.

She originally thought that things had been bad to the point where she was now, and she had been destroyed by reality to the point of being numb - but now she knew that there was no worst thing, only worse...

"There is no way... There are too few places to live in now, and the government has not enough tents distributed by the tents... There are still the mood to produce tents... There are weapons production workshops everywhere." The man spoke depressedly, comforting his wife.

The wife obviously didn't want to squeeze in with more people because she had had enough of this gopher-like life: "But where is there a place to arrange new people to live?"

"The Prime Minister's order... requires all families to reduce the area of ​​air raid shelters by 30 cm." An officer came over and spoke plainly and said the solution.

The woman wanted to argue something, and the officer sneered: "Everyone must execute this order. If you think there is any difficulty, move out of the air-raid shelter yourself... This is also the Prime Minister's order."

"..." The woman wanted to curse a few swear words, but in the end she swallowed these useless words. Language could not hurt people. At this time, all civilians could do was tolerate.

"Also." The man looked at his wife and spoke up another news that had just been announced this morning: "Food, including sauce, has begun to be reduced in supply."

"What?" When the woman heard the news, her face looked even harder than when she heard that she had to squeeze more people into the air raid shelter.

You should know that the previous wartime food limited supply bill had already lowered everyone's food below the food level.

The bread is only cheap black bread, and the butter is pitifully less. The most terrible thing is that daily consumption of potatoes and other foods are no longer sufficient now.

If we reduce the amount of food supply on this basis, what else can we ask people to eat?

So when the woman heard this news, she immediately became even more irritable: "Why? You lost on the front line and couldn't beat the Germans everywhere, and finally we were hungry?"

She questioned sharply, and stared at the officers who were delivering the message with a vicious look.

When the child was growing up, he was unable to eat enough now... It would be fine if the family was hungry, but even if they could not guarantee their hunger.

Before, I bought some gold and silver jewelry and could barely buy some food on the black market to supplement my household expenses. This time, the per capita supply was smaller, and the amount of subsidies was even greater - who could afford it?

"Madam! Pay attention to your words! We are recently ordered to arrest rebels. If you suspect it, it will be bad." Several officers were scolded all the way until now, and their anger was a little uncontrollable.

They were ordered to pass on the message, and whenever they went to a place, they were scolded by local people. This job was really hard to do, and they were also depressed at this time.

Because the army is restricted, it has begun to lower its living standards. The number of cigarettes and other luxury consumables supplied every day has been completely cancelled.

Many troops' cigarettes have become one cigarette a week, or two cigarettes a week... Decompressed foods such as candies have been reduced to one pill per day.

Even so, the supply of bread and potatoes was reduced again, and soldiers in many places even had only two meals a day to maintain their strength.

This situation has been maintained for a long time, and many farms have become ungrained due to the German bombing, which has also affected the amount of food reserves in the UK.

Coupled with the large consumption of oil, the resources in the UK are decreasing sharply. The raw materials to maintain production are decreasing every day, which has caused the top leaders to feel despair.

It was previously speculated that the consumption of British local reserve materials was enough to support the use of British local resources for three to six months. Now it seems that this is probably because the Churchill government is too optimistic.

Coupled with the destruction of German submarines and the destruction of one-third of the islands by German bombers, the supplies in Britain's local reserves have begun to dry up.

"I'm sorry! We don't want to see such things, but now this situation is out of our control." Another officer came over, spoke a few words of advice, and then left with the people.

They just came to rule these plans, and ultimately implemented the auxiliary defense personnel who distributed supplies to purchase coupons tomorrow, and the gendarmes who maintained public order - it had nothing to do with them.

As for the thirty refugees, they are also worried about them. They just come to do a job of informing them in advance - as for what happens in the future, they are not in the mood to care about it.

When you have this time, it is serious to rush to the blocks where you have no news, buy two kilograms of flour, or buy more bread from the black market, and store some food for your family.

The woman picked up her bucket with a gray face and followed the man to the entrance of the air-raid shelter for shelter. Because the tap water was cut off, the two of them smelled a foul smell as soon as they walked to the door.

The man carried the bucket and pulled the woman to walk carefully. All he could do at this time was to help his wife and share some heavy objects.

"It's better than those refugees who set up shacks in the ruins...at least the smell is not so bad!" The woman complained while following the man down the steps.

There were some refugees sitting on both sides of the steps, holding the valuable things in their hands, and watching the two of them walking down the stairs with dull eyes.

"Forget it... It's winter, it's at least a place to shelter from wind and rain, right?" The man said with depression in his tone, but he was also helpless about what was happening in front of him.

What a joke? Although it smells a little bit bad, it is safe at least. It is easy to go out, but when the Germans attacked again, can there be a place here? It has been occupied by people long ago!

The male owner walked step by step along the dim light to the depths of the air-raid shelter, put down the bucket next to his bed, and watched a few strange old men sitting on the ground, leaning against the wall of the air-raid shelter, sitting less than 10 cm away from his bed.

"Bang!" With a muffled sound, the lights in the air-raid shelter suddenly dimmed, leaving only one-third of the light just now.

"Ah!" The woman was frightened and screamed.
Chapter completed!