It is the beginning of the Martian invasion. Victorian Britain is in panic. Alien enemy beings are in huge tripod fighting machines. Human kind is being displaced in millions as the chaos consumes all forms of law and order. A sleepy village in Dorsetshire is trying to hold on to the last vestiges of social values. Yet everything is breaking down rapidly. The inhabitants can see the smoke clouds of destruction on the southern horizon, where seaside towns of Bournemouth, Poole and Swanage are in ruins. They can make out the distant fighting machines causing such devastation. All evacuees knowing that Martian fighting machine will be coming from the east or sweeping northwards from the flaming south coastal towns. The old folk want to form a local citizen's militia. They are too old to run with the younger men. The remaining trains are for women and children only. With great aplomb, the old villagers of the LCM acquire three field guns. Armed with their artillery and ill-deserved confidence, the valiant LCM say that they are going to defend the train station for all they are worth - insisting that they can show the Martians a thing or two.