As far as the eye can see, a place full of ruins may be what the Bible describes as hell. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoLondon today is almost like hell, and sometimes even more desperate than hell.

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

On both sides of her, the buildings that had been towering had been blown to the ground at this moment. The beautiful buildings are now left with rubble and wreckage.

Next to the collapsed walls, there were twisted iron beds half buried by bricks, good quality wooden furniture, charred by the fires that had once burned and shattered next to the chandeliers that had fallen from the ceiling.

The woman carried her bucket and walked down the street step by step, feeling a little tired herself, but she would not stop to rest.

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

What's 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, you have to wait in line to go to the toilet, there is no privacy, and even when you sleep at night, you can hear the strange snoring close by.

Medicines and other things of value, sometimes even a piece of bread, are stolen - or simply needed more and taken away.

However, in order to survive, they had to huddle in bomb shelters, endure all kinds of inconveniences, and live in them waiting for the end of the war.

"Ma'am......" A guard patrolling the street nodded to a woman in decent clothes, looking gentlemanly.

The woman nodded, but did not speak, but carried her bucket to the bomb shelter in the distance. She wasn't used to talking to people anymore because she really didn't like the situation she was in.

She carried her bucket until she reached the entrance of the bomb shelter where she was, and then stopped—for she saw her husband and some men arguing with some army officers at the entrance.

"What's going on? My dear? The woman frowned and asked her husband. Her voice caught everyone's attention, and her husband came over with a frosty face.

The man is obviously a government official, not a prominent high-ranking official, but also a real and decent position.

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

As he spoke, the man pointed to the officers not far away, and his tone was dissatisfied: "They said they would stuff 30 more refugees into our bomb shelter...... But even the corridors are full of people. ”

"Let them go in and see, where are there and where are the people? The toilet door is already occupied, are they blind? When the woman heard the news, she also grumbled at the top of her voice.

She had thought that things had gotten so bad that she had been devastated by reality to the point of numbness - but now she knew that there was no worst, only worse......

"No way...... There are so few places to live, and there are not enough tents from the government...... Where is still in the mood to produce tents now...... Everywhere there are weapons production workshops. The man said this dejectedly, comforting his wife.

The wife apparently did not want to be crowded with more people, because she was fed up with the gopher-like life: "But where is there a place for new people to live in?" ”

"The order issued by the Prime Minister...... All families are required to reduce the area occupied by the air-raid shelter by 30 centimeters. An officer came up and said something in a flat voice.

The woman wanted to argue something, but the officer sneered: "Everyone must carry out this order, and if they think it is difficult, they will move out of the dugout by themselves...... This is also an order of the Prime Minister. ”

......The woman wanted to swear two swear words, but in the end she swallowed these useless words. Words can't hurt people, and all civilians can do at this time is patience.

"Also." The man looked at his wife and spoke up again with a news that had just been announced this morning: "Food, all foods, including sauces, are beginning to be reduced in supply. ”

"What?" When the woman heard the news, her face was more difficult to look at than when she heard that more people were going to be squeezed into the bomb shelter just now.

You must know that the previous wartime food supply limit bill has reduced everyone's food to below the subsistence level.

The bread was only cheap brown bread, and the butter was pitiful. The worst thing is that daily consumption foods such as potatoes are no longer sufficient.

If, on this basis, the amount of food supply is reduced, what will people eat?

So as soon as she heard the news, the woman immediately became more irritable: "Why? You lost at the front, you couldn't beat the Germans everywhere, and in the end we went hungry? ”

She asked sharply as she glared viciously at the officers who had come to deliver the news.

When the child was growing up, he couldn't eat enough now...... It's just that the family is hungry, and as a result, there is no guarantee that they will be hungry.

In the past, I bought some gold and silver jewelry, and I could barely buy some food on the black market to supplement my family, but this time the per capita supply is less, and the amount of subsidies is even more - so who can subsidize it?

"Madame! Watch your words! We've been on orders to apprehend the rebels lately, and if you suspect them, it's not good. Several officers have been scolded all the way to the present, and their anger is a little uncontrollable.

They were ordered to deliver the news, and everywhere they went, they were scolded by the locals. It's a hard job, and they're depressed at this time.

The army has been the first to lower its standard of living, and the daily supply of cigarettes and other luxury consumables has been completely eliminated.

Many troop cigarette supplies have become one cigarette a week, or two cigarettes a week...... Foods that relieve stress, such as sweets, have also been reduced to one per day.

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

This situation was said to have lasted for a long time, and many farms were deprived of crops due to the bombardment by the Germans, which also affected the amount of food stocks in Britain.

Coupled with the massive consumption of oil, Britain's domestic resources are dwindling dramatically. The daily reduction in the number of raw materials to sustain production has already caused despair at the top.

It was speculated that the consumption of the British mainland reserves would be enough to support the use of the British mainland for three to six months, but now it seems that this estimate is that the Churchill government is overly optimistic.

Coupled with the destruction of German submarines and the destruction of one-third of the islands by German bombers, the British mainland's reserves of supplies have begun to deplete.

"I'm sorry! We don't want to see this kind of thing, but now this situation is out of our control. Another officer came over, said a few words of persuasion, and then left with the man.

They only came to rule these plans, and in the end it was the co-defence personnel who would issue vouchers for supplies tomorrow, and the gendarmes who would maintain law and order—it had nothing to do with them.

As for the thirty refugees, they are also to be worried about by others, who are only here to do the work of being informed in advance - as for what will happen after that, they are not in the mood to care.

With this time, it is only a serious matter to rush to the neighborhood where you have not received the news, buy two catties of flour, or snap up some more black market bread, and stock up some food for your own family.

The woman picked up her bucket with a pale face and followed the man to the entrance of the air-raid shelter for refuge.

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

"It's not as good as the refugees who are building shacks in the rubble...... At least it doesn't smell so bad! The woman grumbled as she followed the man down the steps.

On either side of the stairs sat some refugees, holding their valuables in their hands, and watched the two people walk down the stairs with blank eyes.

"Forget it...... Seeing that it's winter, at least this place can still be sheltered from the wind and rain, isn't it? The man spoke with a bitter tone, but he was also a little helpless about what was in front of him.

What are you kidding, it's a little smelly here, but it's safe. It's easy to get out, but when the Germans come back to raid it, will there be a place here? It has long been occupied!

Step by step, the man walked to the depths of the bomb shelter along the dim light, put down a bucket on the edge of his bed, and watched a few strange old people sitting on the ground, leaning against the wall of the bomb shelter, less than 10 centimeters away from his bed.

"Bang!" With a muffled sound, the lights in the bomb shelter suddenly dimmed, and the light was only one-third of what it was just now.

"Ahh The woman was frightened and screamed.

The man hugged his wife and said comfortingly: "Don't be nervous, don't be nervous!" I forgot to tell you that from today onwards, two-thirds of the lighting in the bomb shelter will be turned off from 7 a.m. to 10 p.m. to save electricity......"