Chapter 376

Happiness? It seems more and more far away... While thinking about this, listening to the long and shrill end of the alarm sound across the sky, John, a civilian far away in London, England, stood in his familiar street and raised his head. Squinting his eyes, he saw the bombers blocking the sky. He saw the scattered anti-aircraft guns on the ground and the shooting barrage of no scale.

From the second appearance in Manchester, the butcher appeared in British airspace again every 4 days, this time on a larger scale and more intensive. John saw a fighter with the RAF logo on its wings not far away. It dragged smoke from the sky and fell to the ground, making a terrible sound of tearing the air.

What he didn't know was that this was the last of the 20 hurricane fighters that took off today to intercept the bombers. In the bombing of the suburbs, the British air force sent out all the fighters they could send in an attempt to intercept the German strategic bomber group, but was caught off guard by the sudden appearance of the fw-190d fighter above the clouds.

The German fighter force, which has the advantage of quantity and more experienced pilots, appeared in London, which made John, a civilian standing on the ground at a loss, think of a terrible question: is it true that the Germans are so close to Britain? Close enough to take off a fighter?

A few days ago, he chatted with two officers sent by the military to inspect the air raid shelters and talked about the German bombers bombing London. The two officers from the air force were obviously more knowledgeable than John. They said that they were just new long-range bombers without fighter escort. They only dared to come once in a while. It was not so terrible.

John remembered this profound analysis, and when he came home at night, he didn't forget to show off to his wife. But now he saw smaller and more flexible fighters that could take British Air Force fighters out of the sky, and he explained a simple truth to John: the Germans seemed closer.

But soon he had to move, because the terrible bombers seemed to be getting closer. The huge one looked like a holy cross flying in the sky from below. But this cross can not bring good luck, on the contrary, it can bring death and destruction.

The black dot was breaking away from the trunk of the plane and falling towards the ground in the distance. Every second there was a dull explosion, but the earth was shaking with another rhythm, which made John's trembling legs unable to figure out which leg to take to escape.

The German bombers had passed over his head. A block away, a napalm bomb burst. John saw the building lit into a huge torch, and the people inside jumped down from the height with flames, making his hair stand up.

Fortunately, next to him was the entrance of the air raid shelter. He was so scared that he ran down the stairs, no matter what terrible things happened on the ground. With him rolling down the stairs, there was a young officer, and then a stream of smelly smoke and boundless dust and darkness poured in.

The bomb thrown on the side of the air raid shelter is not a napalm incendiary bomb, but an ordinary bomb. Because there are many brick and stone buildings in London, the effect of only throwing incendiary bombs was discussed by several ammunition experts. They thought that the effect would not be very good, so the German bombers used the method of half bomb and half incendiary bombs. As for the effect, it remains to be verified.

Anyway, fortunately, John didn't die. When he got up from the entrance of the dark air raid shelter, he found that the young officer who rolled in with him was dead. His head was twisted to a strange angle because he rolled down the stairs, and his facial expression was unforgettable.

John moved his body for a while and found that his body didn't seem to have any fracture or sprain. Fortunately, he took a breath, patted the dust on his body and stood up. He looked at the corpse beside him, went to each pocket and searched for money, watches and other things. Then he stared at the revolver around the corpse's waist. At last, he pulled out the gun, put it on his belt, and put several spare bullets into his pocket.

He moved away from the body and returned to the bright street. It's just that there's no difference between hell on earth and there now. There are cries everywhere and the crackling sound of burning fire. It sounds terrible to the extreme.

John frowned and looked at the burning buildings in the distance. He looked at the people who kept rolling on the ground, who were already skin splitting and scorched. He didn't have the slightest fear in his heart, just a cold look.

"Help my child! Please help him! Help him A woman rushed over from the side and hugged John's thigh. Her voice seemed to pierce John's eardrum with hysterical pleading.

John was startled by the woman who suddenly rushed over. Looking in the direction of the woman, he found that a wooden building over there had burned to ashes, and a child sized coke nearby was still emitting hot black smoke.

"Madame! Your son is dead! There's nothing I can do John looked at the insane woman and answered with hesitation and helplessness.

"No! He can still be saved! He can still be saved! Please! Help my son! Help my son The woman was still wailing, hoarse, and bone marrow piercing, which made John uncomfortable.

He broke away from the woman and ran away. He went back to the shelter again, went through the stairs, passed by the corpse, opened the heavy door, ran into the deep cave, and ran towards his wife and children, regardless of his mother who was still mad for his son. Finally ran to the position, looking at his wife and children are sitting on the ground, was just the explosion and vibration scared all over shaking, John was reassured, knelt down beside his wife, a hug his family, cried loudly. I don't know how long it took for the family to stop crying. They also found that there were many people in the air raid shelter, including old people and children, men and women, one after another, one after another. John knew that this was because the bombing came again, people no longer dare to live in their own homes, so he rushed to escape into the air raid shelter to avoid the call of death. Of course, there are also people like John who have no homes. They are taken to air raid shelters by military officers, and they are arranged to live in places similar to refugee camps, which can also solve the accommodation problem of the homeless. John arranged his own family and piled some luggage around to protect half of the original chassis. Then he told several familiar "neighbors" to ask them to take care of his family. Then he went back and forth into the crowd again and walked out of the dark air raid shelter. He is a nearby assistant and naturally has to rush to the standby place to wait for the instructions of the military. This is his job and one of his sources of income. Of course, so John was looking forward to the German bombing, hoping that he could do more work in exchange for military food and subsidies - but what he never thought was that the second bombing was so bloody and manic. He got out of the gate of the air raid shelter, passed by the body that was ignored, and went on up the stairs. Then he was all stiff and couldn't take a step. Because he saw the woman who begged him to save her son. At this moment, she was holding her son and was burning. She was no longer shouting and crazy, but a beating flame. Finally, John was still difficult to move his eyes, and forced to resist the impulse of nausea and vomiting. He continued to walk towards his gathering place. When he got there, he found that many people had arrived, and the leader was still the officer who was familiar with John“ Good morning, good morning. Sir... "John went up to the officer and said hello softly“ John, do you have a place in your bomb shelter? " The officer didn't look very good. He asked, "can you squeeze out a place for my wife and son to move in?"“ It was full when I came out John didn't even think about it, so he said, "but it's OK to squeeze two people in my place. It's a big deal. I'll sleep outside with you."“ Thank you The officer nodded and accepted the offer. Then he said casually, "it's not a good idea to enlist now, but I still have a little power. Join the army and be my deputy. At least you don't have to go to the front line." John knew that was the reward. Now if he didn't find a good position for himself, he would not know where to serve if he started large-scale conscription later. So John nodded, "thank you, sir." Then John helped the officers assign tasks, divided the assembled citizens into groups, and began to clean up the ruins and put out the fire. There is nothing they can do about the burning buildings. They have to wait for the fire engines to arrive before they can deal with them. However, it is said that the fire engines have rushed to the factories in the suburbs, so it is estimated that they will burn here for a while. During the break, John told the officer that he had picked up a pistol. Unexpectedly, the officer didn't treat it as one thing. He just nodded and told John to keep it. Then John talked about the madwoman, and this time the officer was silent. After a long time, he said, "John, this is a war. We can't save anyone in the war, we can only save ourselves... "