81_81266On the ruins of a hill-like pile of buildings, John picked up a broken picture frame, shook off the broken glass on it, and picked out the picture inside the frame. In the photo, there is a very happy family of three, and everyone has a happy smile on their faces.

He looked up with difficulty, looked at the still burning building not far away, smiled wryly and dropped the picture frame at his feet. The family died in the bombing yesterday, and they did not have time to hide in the bomb shelter, so they had to hide in the basement of this building.

Hiding with a dozen elderly people and children with inconvenient legs and feet, they are now buried under the rubble and roasted by a fire lit by napalm for two hours. John knew they were dead, and they were dead in a very ugly way.

John now wears a military uniform and is a member of the British Army. He is now responsible for an area about several times the size of the original, managing about 2,000 volunteers and four soldiers with guns. Of course, he was under the command of the original British ** officer, subordinate to the air defense forces in the rear, and did not have to go to the beach to prepare for a fight with the German landing force.

He took the photograph and staggered over the ruins, bypassing a half-buried iron bed and walking to the very top of the ruins. There were two men with armbands nodding to him. This reminded John of what he had looked like before, and he tried his best to squeeze out a smile and nod in return.

Yesterday's bombing by the Germans dispatched nearly 200 planes, and hundreds of tons of bombs were dropped on a scale that John had never seen before. In the past, German bombers also frequented London, but more often bombed the industrial areas and some secret factories in the suburbs, and only dropped some remaining bombs in the city and left.

But yesterday's air raid was clearly aimed at the City of London, and this time it was clearly a retaliation for something. The Germans dropped napalm in an outrageous amount, and most of the buildings were severely damaged.

Most of London's houses are in ruins, and the Germans visited London seven times in just ten days, including three days off. The production line of Hurricane fighters on the outskirts of London has so far been able to replenish the lost fighters of the RAF at a rate of 1 to 2 per day.

"John, have the casualties been counted?" a young signal soldier stopped under the rubble on a motorcycle, took out a statistical notebook from the pocket hanging on the side of the motorcycle, and shouted loudly to John on the ruins with one foot on the motorcycle.

"How can it be counted. John kicked the rubble in the rubble and replied helplessly, "There are 45 buried down there, 711 if you count them all, or more." ”

"Don't be too sad, your district is relatively small, one of the strictest districts in the south of the city, the ventilation system of an air-raid shelter was blocked by German incendiary bombs, and I heard that more than 2,900 people in it died. The young signal soldier persuaded.

"When will the relief food be distributed, this is the fatal thing. John walked down the ruins and tripped over something, but managed not to fall. He crawled to his feet, then raised his head and asked anxiously, "The shop hasn't opened for three days, and many families have nothing to eat." ”

"I don't know, I heard that there was another ship docked yesterday, but I heard that it was from the United States, when did the ship of arms and food dock, I want to think about it...... It was about three days ago. The young officer thought for a moment before speaking.

John also knew that a grain ship had docked three days earlier, and that half of that grain had been sent to the southern shoreline defense. After all, there are tens of thousands of people waiting to eat.

John sighed, fumbled out a flattened cigarette case from his pocket, poured out the only two cigarettes from it, and handed them to the young signal soldier: "Friend, you have a lot of connections, help, we have nothing to eat at home, can you find a way to get some?"

"I knew you had to say that. The young signal soldier smiled with a smile on his face: "Since everyone is so familiar, I won't ask for more, four hundred!"

Without saying a word, John began to rummage through his pockets, and finally turned out all the money hidden on his body: "Six hundred are for you, give me a little more." ”

"It's really a big appetite. The young signal soldier stuffed the money into his pocket, then took out two pockets of bread from the pocket hanging on the motorcycle, and some margarine with German written on it, and then turned out a bag of dried fish and took out three small palm-sized packets of American flour: "I only have so much, and I'll give it all to you." ”

He pointed to the margarine from Germany, and said proudly: "German goods, I heard that even their Accardor eats this brand." The smuggling of grain from the United States has not been very timely, and the interval is too large, and once it is sunk, it will not be able to slow down for more than 10 days...... Smuggling from the Netherlands and Denmark is risky, but fast. ”

"There are traitors among the Germans. John looked at the German margarine in his hand, the clumsy packaging on it, and the Führer's face, which had been distorted by multiple printings, and pouted: "What a shame for their Führer." ”

"Isn't it?" the young signal soldier nodded, "I heard that he is a big man with a very good background." ”

John was silent for a few seconds, and then asked, "Do you say the Germans will land?"

"The people above speculated that the probability of landing was as high as 90%, so we kept expanding our defense forces at several suitable landing sites. "The reason why the young signal soldier knows so much is thanks to the fact that he has a relatively good family, and his grandfather heard that he was a general and knew a lot of military secrets.

"Can you resist it?" asked John again.

The young signal soldier looked left and right, and replied cautiously in a low voice: "I don't know about this, the propaganda pamphlet sent says that we will definitely be able to beat the Germans back to their hometown, but no one can say what the outcome will be." My grandfather said privately that the chances of victory were less than half likely. ”

He sighed and said to John, "My grandfather said that about half of the forts were built during the last war and are currently being refitted, but because of the lack of supplies, most of them have to use the original things. ”

"How do you stop the Germans?" John asked for the first time when he heard how dangerous London was.

"To be honest, those 20-year-old defenses are already very strong, and some of the main areas are well prepared, so I don't think there should be any problems, right?"

With that, he said goodbye, started the motorcycle, and disappeared around the corner of the next street with the roar of the engine.

John looked at the things at his feet, and the sack that the Signal Corps had given him when he was leaving, which in peacetime would not even be half the price it is now. With a wry smile, John slung the sack over his shoulder, trying to take a moment to rush back to the bomb shelter and deliver the food to his wife.

However, he noticed several ragged volunteers surrounding him, one by one hesitant, as if they wanted to speak.

Of course, he knew what these people wanted to do, so he didn't rush to speak, but waited for these people to speak first. In front of these volunteers, he, the head of the military, is the kind of powerful person who is well-informed and has eyes and eyes, just like a signal soldier or a backer in his eyes.

After holding each other for a few seconds, a man finally took the lead in speaking: "Sir, these are the food...... Yes, can you give us some. The others didn't speak, but the expressions on their faces made it clear that they were waiting for an answer.

"Then it depends on how much money you have. John replied, "You must have seen it, I also paid for it to save my life, and I won't do it if it's cheap!"

"I've got 300 here!" the man took out his bill with great interest, and he had to come up with more money, for several mouths in the house were waiting for him to get something to eat.

"I also have 300 here!" The other person also hurriedly took out the money, but the last volunteer seemed to be shy in his pocket, and his face was flushed in a hurry, but he couldn't get the money.

"Butter, flour!" John took his things out, leaving the bread and dried fish for himself, and the rest of the packet of flour. Expertly shoved the money into his pocket, then walked back with the rest. Judging from the value, the sack and food in his hand are almost for nothing.

After walking a street, he found that the man who had no money was still following him, his face was flushed, but he hesitated to speak. John didn't say much, opened his pocket, and threw the dried fish to the man: "Go back and help me keep an eye on it, come to me if there is any problem!"

The man nodded gratefully, "Thank you! With that, he took the dried fish and ran all the way back to the ruins that John was responsible for.

John came to the entrance of the bomb shelter on the side of the street, and walked down the staircase that looked a little steep, the body of the dead was long gone, but the blood and rubble were still there to prove the story.

Every time he passed by, he had to look at the corner, at the pool of blood and the dusty rubble.

"My dear. John's mood improved when he saw his wife and children, and he trotted over, picked up his child, and handed his wife what he had to eat: "I got some food, flour for Mrs. Mary." ”

Mrs. Mary was their new neighbor, the wife of the officer whom John was a supporter. The family moved in the day before yesterday and were huddled together with John's family. Like all Britons, life is getting harder and harder