Chapter 378: Operation Hunger (2)

The night sea in winter is harsh and cold.

The sailors on the fishing boats put on a few more clothes, but these clothes absorbed the moisture from the sea and felt heavier and colder. But in order to survive, they had no choice but to cast nets and catch fish again and again. It seemed that God had mercy on them. The harvest tonight was particularly rich. The fish tank on the boat was already more than half full. They should be able to return before dawn.

Another batch of nets were cast, and they could rest for a while. "This damn price is getting more and more expensive. I don't know how much flour I can buy with the salary I got this time." Baird complained as he took out a small wine flask from his pocket and took two sips. The spicy wine flowed through the throat, esophagus, and reached the stomach. After a while, it felt like the whole person was burning.

Baird frowned. If it was before the war, he would not even look at this inferior wine. But since the war broke out, prices have been rising again and again. The price of flour has risen to twice the price before the war, so he can only drink this cheap wine.

Claude next to him sighed. "Be content with what you have to eat. I heard that London has started to ration the supply. The price of flour on the black market has soared to a sky-high price. Can you believe that a gold watch can only be exchanged for a bag of flour? I heard that the government is going to use the reserve grain."

Baird opened his mouth in shock. "Is it true? Too exaggerated, right?"

There has been a rule since ancient times, that is, as long as there is a war, there will be a food shortage problem. After all, when the war breaks out, those who join the army are charging on the front line, and those who do not join the army are hiding in the house and living a fearful life. Who is willing to come out to farm? In this way, there will definitely be a problem of food supply and demand, followed by a large-scale famine.

How to solve this problem? The best way is to make reserves in advance.

As for war, it has an irregular schedule, that is to say, if a war really breaks out, it will definitely break out instantly, without any breathing space at all. After all, the war now is not like the ancient times, where a declaration of war is needed before the war begins, so the purpose of preparing food in advance is to prepare for emergencies.

"Prepare for emergencies", naturally it is impossible to rely on these reserve materials to survive for several years. It's like a reservoir, the water in the reservoir is the reserve, if there is no water from upstream, it will dry up after one and a half months. If the reserve is used up and there is no new material to replenish, then it will not be far from the end.

Claude vowed. "Of course it's true. My brother came back from London a few days ago and told me personally."

Baird couldn't help but wonder. "Isn't London being bombarded? How did he escape?"

"Only the city was bombarded. My brother lived in the suburbs of London. German shells rarely landed in the suburbs, so he escaped. I heard that London is now like a ghost town, with no one in the streets and alleys, and everyone is shivering in the air-raid shelters."

Baird spit with contempt. "Churchill is such a fool. The Germans told him that they were going to bomb London, but he didn't arrange for the evacuation of citizens, and he even promised on the radio that no bomb would fall into the city of London. How could such a fool still sit in the position of prime minister?"

If it were peacetime or if the war went smoothly, the position of prime minister would certainly be envied and scrambled for. However, in the current situation, most people can see that it would be difficult for Britain to win without a miracle. Even if they achieved the final victory with difficulty, the price they paid would be quite heavy. No one is willing to take on this responsibility, and they are unwilling to take over this hot potato; therefore, Churchill still sits firmly on the prime minister's throne, and even sits more firmly.

"Who said it wasn't? I don't know what he was thinking. Hasn't he ever thought about negotiating with Germany?" The two people who were complaining about their prime minister suddenly stopped and turned their heads to look to the starboard. "Baird, did you hear that?"

"Yeah." Although the sky was pitch black, the two did hear a low and strange sound coming from that side. "It sounds like the sound of the engine, but it doesn't seem to be."

The sound was getting closer and closer, and even the captain in the cockpit was drawn out. He looked at the direction where the sound came from and listened carefully for a few seconds. Suddenly his face changed and he shouted loudly. "Damn it! It's a fleet! Turn off all the lights, quickly!!" He also heard the news that the British night bomber fleet was wiped out last time, and British planes rarely acted at night afterwards; and judging from the direction, these planes should have flown from Iceland, which must be a German fleet.

"!!" The captain participated in the last war, so everyone believed his words and hurriedly turned off the lights on the ship, and the ship suddenly fell into darkness.

At this time, the roars had already flown above their heads. Looking at the dark shadows, the captain couldn't help but mutter. "It's a bomber, there seem to be hundreds of them. Are these Germans crazy? So many planes were dispatched in the middle of the night?"

Several sailors fumbled to the captain and asked worriedly. "Are the Germans going to bomb their homeland?"

"It's possible." The captain said with some annoyance. "It's really damn it, but the radio is broken and we can't notify them."

When they thought that their hometown might be bombed, they didn't feel like fishing anymore and decided to return home.

"Mine!!"

When the first ray of sunlight in the morning covered the sea, a sharp scream came from the bow, and the sailors who were working on the bow rolled and crawled towards the stern, pointing and yelling behind them.

The captain looked in the direction he was pointing and suddenly saw a black lump covered with tentacles floating on the sea in front of him.

"Full left rudder!!" The captain yelled at the helmsman, but unfortunately it was too late. The fishing boat moving at full speed had no time to turn, and ran into the mine.

boom! ! The bow of the ship instantly exploded into a spray of water that was more than ten meters high. This is a thing for dealing with warships. How could a fishing boat like theirs be able to withstand it? The entire front half of the fishing boat was blown to pieces in an instant, and the remaining back half began to sink quickly.

"Abandon ship!" the captain yelled at the tangle of sailors below. At this moment, he suddenly realized that the German planes last night were not bombing the mainland, but laying mines. But before he could think about it, the turbulent seawater had already poured into the bridge of the ship, and the heavy water pressure pressed the captain and helmsman against the bulkhead behind them.

Just a few seconds later, the fishing boat disappeared without a trace on the sea, leaving only a small vortex and some wooden fragments.