Three Hundred and Thirty-Eight Living with Difficulty

In a quiet private house in London, the capital of the United Kingdom, the male owner was holding milk and looking at the bread on the plate in a daze. After a long time, he narrowed his eyes, then looked at his wife, sighed and complained: " Since the war with Germany, even bread has gotten so bad."

"Just be content. I heard that the Germans have been eating brown bread and margarine for a long time." The hostess dressed as a housewife replied happily while cleaning the kitchen stove.

"What's this called! Fighting wars! I fought wars when I was young, and now I'm going to fight again! Damn Germans, always looking for trouble for nothing!" The host put down the half-drinked milk, picked up the newspaper, and looked at it. news.

She came over and kissed the man on the forehead, and said softly: "Okay! Don't complain about these problems! You are not His Majesty the king, so you don't need to worry about such big things. I'll wake those two little slackers up, they should go go to school."

"Go! I'm going to work now." The host nodded and said.

"I love you! Honey!" said the woman, blushing.

"I love you too, dear." The man replied while reading the newspaper.

Suddenly, the ground under his feet shook, and the man frowned and raised his head, just in time to see the chandelier shaking, and some dust fell down.

"Honey! Look after the children! It seems that there is an earthquake..." The man put down the newspaper in his hand, stood up and suddenly heard the sound of rumbling explosions. He walked to the window, opened the window and looked at the street in the distance, and saw a cloud of black smoke rising from there.

Immediately afterwards, there was another faint tremor, and then a building not far away exploded, followed by huge black smoke rising into the air, billowing upwards and spreading gray dust.

"Honey! What happened." The hostess took two children under ten years old back to the kitchen. The two little guys had sleepy eyes, and one was yawning cutely.

"My God!" The man recalled the horrors he had experienced as a child, and he turned to his wife and shouted: "Take the children and get under the table! Come on! It's a bombing! It's a bombing!" German attack!"

As soon as they finished speaking, a violent shock came, and a huge explosion seemed to happen right beside them. The sound waves shattered the glass in an instant, and the entire window was swayed by the air waves and fell to pieces. Many cups and plates in the kitchen fell to the floor, crackling and splashing sharp fragments. The choking dust was inhaled into the lung ducts, causing people to cough violently because of the irritation.

The whole building seemed to be collapsing.

The ceiling shook erratically, followed by the chandelier crashing on the dining table, followed by the sound of violent collapse and shattering. While coughing, the man wanted to fan away the dust that blocked his vision with his hands. When he saw the surrounding scene again, there was still a buzzing resonance in his ears.

"Honey! How are the children? Talk!" The man kicked away a piece of broken glass at his feet, bent over and walked quickly to the dining table, and shouted at the people below: "Jack! Harry! How do you How is it?"

Finally, his ears returned to normal, and he heard the heart-piercing cries of the children. Only then did he feel relieved, and then began to help his wife and two children crawl out from under the table.

"Is everyone okay? Are you injured?" the host asked loudly.

"Dad! I, I'm fine!" A little boy replied with a tiger's head.

"Honey, I have a piece of broken glass stuck on my arm! Everything else is fine!" The man's wife replied as she climbed out of the table.

Of course, there was another child who didn't speak, he was just crying in fright, but from his sonorous voice, it seemed that he was fine.

"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..." At this time, the shrill air defense siren sounded, and this kind of reminder, which was a step late, seemed to have no effect now. However, the man named John helped his wife remove the broken glass from his arm, and then helped her and his child to leave the crumbling building.

When they walked to the door, they found that the door of their house had fallen to the ground, and the entire corridor was filled with ruins, and it seemed impossible to get out from here. So they returned to the bedroom, because they lived on the first floor, so they could escape from the bedroom window through the bedroom window, which had become very dangerous due to the explosion.

Soon they were on the street, only to find out how much damage the German planes had caused London this time. A huge bomb crater with a diameter of ten meters can be seen on the street, and steam is constantly rising from inside. And this huge crater was only a dozen meters away from John's building.

Fortunately, John's house is on the left side of the building, and the bomb crater is on the right side of the building, so although the building where John's house is located has collapsed by a third, their family of four is still fine.

In addition to the broken road and gravel around the crater, there were several corpses that had not yet cooled down. A middle-aged man lay motionless on the ground. He was wearing a suit and a woolen coat, and a briefcase was thrown beside him. It looked like he would never be able to go to work again, as his open eyes had lost all life.

Looking into the distance, John vaguely saw the fleet of German bombers flying away. He saw countless black smoke columns not far away. The bombs dropped by the bombers enveloped the whole of London in a cloud of sulfur Among the light smoke.

"Everyone, give way! Everyone, give way! The fire engine is coming! The fire engine is coming!" Someone shouted loudly in the distance, and John's family also retreated to the side of the road. A car with the word "fire" was beside them. Stopped, there were only four people in the car, and it was an ordinary car, not a vehicle that could put out fires.

Moreover, the four people who got on and off this car were not all firefighters, but two were officials from the British Army. Obviously, one of the officers' rank should not be low. They jumped out of the car and looked around the scene.

"I'm sorry! Because there are too many places where fire trucks are used today, we really don't have so many people." A leading British military officer stared at the civilians and said, "We need a lot of people now, everyone see When we arrived, there were still many people who might be alive buried under the rubble, and we must rescue them as soon as possible."

Some people took a few steps back silently after hearing this, and left slowly; but more people stood still and did not move, they just watched, watched silently.

"I'm here to help!" John glanced at his wife, and after his wife nodded, he raised his right hand: "If you need volunteers, count me in!"

"Thank you!" The officer nodded gratefully. John's move has helped him a lot, and someone who is obvious at the beginning will play a good role model.

Sure enough, people around soon began to sign up, and under the leadership of two firefighters and two military officers, they began to clean up the ruins and rubble with tools collected everywhere. Sometimes it's only when disaster strikes that you know who the real gentleman is. The kind of brilliance of humanity that shines through the bones cannot be reflected in actions such as paying the bill for a woman or pulling a chair.

Soon hundreds of people joined in the work of saving their compatriots. Many people used their fingers to dig up the rubble on the ruins, desperately saving the property and lives in the ruins. Surprisingly, the found properties such as jewelry boxes were piled up on the side of the road, but no one went to take them.

Human beings have many strengths, and the skill that is enough to be proud of definitely has the word "destruction". Hundreds of thousands of years of construction and accumulation, human beings only need to bombard the weapons they invented for a few seconds, and they can turn them into ruins. is a very simple thing.

The more than 200 tons of bombs dropped by 44 German bombers within ten minutes directly destroyed thousands of London buildings, and even left bullet marks on the ancient London landmark Elizabeth Tower (Big Ben) . The treasures of architectural art accumulated by human beings in the past thousand years can be completely wiped out by a precise bomb in just two seconds.

"Thank you just now." During the lunch break, the officer walked up to John, and then smiled and asked the two soldiers to put down some daily necessities, including bread and various ingredients, as well as a lot of money and a roll of blankets : "Some supplies distributed to the victims of the disaster, there are a lot left, and I will give it to you!"

As he spoke, he seemed to think of something: "Oh! By the way! This blue armband is for you. You will be in charge of this block for the time being. Some soldiers will come to help in the afternoon..."

"May I ask, where do we spend the night in the house we lost?" John frowned and looked at his wife who was squatting on the side of the road boring to pass the time, and his two children and several others who were playing beside his wife. Several children of the family. These children are so carefree, it seems that all the troubles in the world have nothing to do with them.

"I have to regret to say that up to now, the order to resettle you has not been issued, so I don't know how you will spend the night." The officer said with a sigh: "It may be an air-raid shelter, it may be Set up a tent in a field in the suburbs or something..."

"No matter what we do, we have to continue to live." John said helplessly.

"Yes! No matter what we do, we must continue to live!" The officer nodded in agreement.