Imperial Overlord

Looking around, there are ruins everywhere, which may be the **** described in the Bible. London today is like hell, and sometimes even more desperate than hell.

A middle-aged woman in a decent coat, holding a beautiful bucket in her hand, walked down the street that could be described as empty, her face expressionless like a corpse.

On both sides of her, the originally towering buildings had been bombed to the ground at this moment. The original beautiful building is now left with rubble and debris.

Beside the collapsed walls, there are twisted iron beds half buried by bricks, good-quality wooden furniture, charred from the previous fire, and shattered next to the chandeliers that have fallen from the ceiling.

Carrying her own bucket, the woman walked down the street step by step. Even she felt a little tired, but she didn't want to stop to rest.

The nearby tap water supply system has been completely destroyed by the bombing of German aircraft, and it cannot be repaired in a short time, so people nearby need to travel far and far to carry their 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. It is crowded with civilians, and the smell is so 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 sound of unfamiliar snoring close at hand.

Medicines and other valuables, sometimes even a piece of bread, will be stolen by someone, or just because the other party needs them more, they will be taken away.

However, in order to survive, they all had to be crowded into the air-raid shelter, enduring all kinds of inconveniences, living there waiting for the end of the war.

"Ma'am..." A guard patrolling along the street nodded and greeted the woman in decent clothes, looking very gentleman.

The woman nodded, but didn't speak, just carried her bucket to the air-raid shelter in the distance. She is not used to talking to people anymore, because she really doesn't like her current situation.

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

"What's the matter? Honey?" the woman asked her husband, frowning. Her voice caught everyone's attention, and her husband came over with a frosty face.

The man was obviously a government official, not a prominent high-ranking official, but a really respectable position.

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

As he spoke, the man pointed to the officers not far away, his voice full of dissatisfaction: "They said they would stuff 30 more refugees into our air-raid shelter... But our corridors are already full of people. ."

"Let them go in and have a look. Where else can people live? The toilet door has already been occupied. Are they blind?" The woman complained in a shrill voice when she heard the news.

Originally, she thought that things had gotten so bad as they were now, that she had been devastated by reality to the point of numbness, but now she knew that things were not the worst, only worse...

"There's no way... There are too few places where people can live now, and the tents issued by the government are not enough... Where can I still produce tents... There are weapons production workshops everywhere." The man said in a depressed voice, comfort your wife.

The wife is obviously unwilling to be crowded with more people, because she has had enough of this kind of gopher-like life: "But, where is there a place to arrange new people to live in?"

"The order issued by the Prime Minister... requires all families to reduce the area occupied by the bomb shelter by 30 centimeters." An officer came over and said the method flatly.

The woman wanted to argue something, but the officer sneered: "Everyone must carry out this order. If they think it is difficult, they will move out of the bomb shelter by themselves... This is also the Prime Minister's order."

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

"In addition." The man looked at his wife, and said another news that was just announced this morning: "Food, including sauces, have begun to reduce the supply."

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

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

The bread was only cheap brown bread, and the butter was poor. The worst is that the daily consumption of food such as potatoes is no longer sufficient.

If on this basis, the quantity of food supply is reduced, what else is there to eat?

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

As she questioned sharply, she glared viciously at the officers who came to deliver the news.

When the child is growing, it turns out that he can't get enough food now... The whole family is just hungry, and as a result, they can't even guarantee that they are hungry.

I bought some gold and silver jewelry before, and I could barely buy some food on the black market to supplement my family. This time, the per capita supply is less, and the amount of subsidies is even more. So who can pay for it?

"Madam! Pay attention to your words! We are being ordered to arrest the rebels recently. If we suspect you, it will be bad." Several officers were scolded all the way until now, and their anger could not be controlled.

They were instructed to pass the news, and they were scolded by the locals every time they went. This work is really not easy to do, and they are also depressed at this time.

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

The supply of many army cigarettes has become one cigarette a week, or two a week... Decompression food such as candy has 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 physical strength.

It is said that this situation will be maintained for a long time, and many farms have lost their crops due to the German incendiary bombing, which has also affected the amount of food reserves in the UK.

Coupled with the massive consumption of oil, the British mainland's resources are declining sharply. The raw materials needed to sustain production are decreasing every day, and despair at the top has begun.

It was previously speculated that the consumption of domestic reserves in the United Kingdom would be sufficient to support the use of the British mainland for three to six months. Now it seems that this estimate is that 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 British domestic reserves have begun to show a trend of depletion.

"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 left with someone.

They are only here to rule these plans, and in the end, the defense personnel who will issue material purchase coupons tomorrow, and the military police who maintain law and order have nothing to do with them.

As for the 30 refugees, it was also left to others to worry about. They just came to do a job that was notified in advance. As for what happened after that, they didn't have the mood to worry about it.

At this time, it is serious business to rush to the block where there is no news, buy two kilograms of flour, or buy some more bread from the black market, and reserve some food for your family.

The woman picked up her bucket with a pale face, and followed the man to the entrance of the shelter for shelter. Because of the lack of running water, as soon as they walked to the door, the two smelled a stench.

The man carried the bucket and walked carefully with the woman. All he can do at this time is help his wife and share some heavy loads.

"It's not as good as those refugees who built shacks in the ruins... At least it doesn't smell so bad!" The woman complained as she followed the man down the steps.

There were some refugees sitting on both sides of the steps~www.wuxiax.com~ holding the valuables in their hands, watching the two people go down the stairs with dull eyes.

"Forget it... Seeing that it's winter, at least this place can keep out the wind and rain, isn't it?" The man said with anguish in his tone, but he was also a little helpless about the things in front of him.

What a joke, although this place smells a little bit, it's safe anyway. It's easy to get out, but when the Germans come again, will there be room here? It has already been occupied!

The male host walked step by step along the dim light to the depths of the bomb shelter, put a bucket on the side of his bed, and watched a few strange old people sitting on the ground, leaning against the wall of the bomb shelter, sitting just a short distance from his bed. less than 10 cm away.

"Bang!" With a muffled sound, the lights in the air-raid shelter dimmed, and only one-third of the light remained.

"Ah!" The woman screamed, startled.

The man hugged his wife and comforted: "Don't be nervous, don't be nervous! I forgot to tell you, starting today, two-thirds of the lights in the bomb shelter will be turned off from 7 am to 10 pm. Save electricity..."