Three Hundred and Seventy-Six Tragic Scenes in London

happiness? It seems to be getting farther and farther away... While thinking about this, while listening to the long and stern siren piercing the sky, John, a commoner in London, England, stood on the street he was familiar with and raised his head. head. Squinting his eyes, he saw the bomber fleet covering the sky, and he saw the sparse and out-of-scale shooting barrage of the anti-aircraft guns on the ground.

After appearing in Manchester for the second time, the butcher appeared in British airspace again after 4 days, this time on a larger scale and more densely. Not far away, John saw a fighter jet with the Royal Air Force logo painted on its wings dragging thick smoke from the sky to the ground, making a tragic sound of tearing the air.

What he didn't know was that this was the last of 20 Hurricanes that took off today to intercept the bomber convoy. During the bombing of the suburbs, the British Air Force dispatched all fighter jets they could dispatch in an attempt to intercept the German strategic bomber fleet, but was caught off guard by the fw-190d fighter jets that suddenly appeared above the clouds.

The German fighter force, which has a numerical advantage and more experienced pilots, appeared in London, England. This made John, a civilian who was at a loss on the ground, think of a terrible question: Could it be that the Germans are already so close to Britain? Close enough to take off a fighter jet?

He chatted with two officers sent by the military to inspect the air-raid shelter a few days ago, and talked about the German bombers that bombed London. The two officers from the air force were obviously more knowledgeable than John. They said that those were just new long-range bombers, and they didn't have fighter jets to escort them. They only dared to come here once in a while.

John memorized this advanced analysis, and when he came home at night, he still didn't forget to show off to his wife. But now he saw the smaller, nimbler fighters that could knock RAF fighters out of the sky, and explained to John a simple truth: the Germans seemed to be getting closer.

But soon he had to move his feet, because those terrible bombers seemed to be getting closer. Looking from below, the huge one looks like a holy cross soaring in the sky. It's just that this cross does not bring good luck, but instead brings death and destruction.

The small black dots are breaking away from the torso of the plane and falling towards the ground in the distance. There will be a dull explosion sound every second, but the ground is trembling with another rhythm, making John's trembling legs think for a moment It is not clear which leg to take first to escape.

The German bomber had already passed over his head, not far away a block away, a napalm bomb exploded, and John saw with his own eyes that the building was ignited into a giant torch, and the people inside jumped from the height with flames Down, let out a scream that made his hair stand on end.

Fortunately, the entrance to the air-raid shelter was right next to him, so he was so frightened that he quickly ran down the stairs, no matter what horrible things happened on the ground. Along with him rolled down the stairs, there was also a young officer, and then what poured in was an unpleasant thick smoke, boundless dust and darkness.

The bomb thrown at the edge of the air-raid shelter was not a napalm incendiary bomb, but an ordinary bomb. Because there are many masonry buildings in London, the effect of only throwing incendiary bombs was discussed by several ammunition experts and felt that the effect would not be very good, so the German bombers adopted a mixed bombing method of half bombs and half incendiary bombs. Pending verification.

Anyway, when John, who was lucky enough not to die, got up from the dim entrance of the air-raid shelter, he found that the young British military officer who rolled in together was dead. His head was twisted to a strange angle because he rolled down the stairs, and his facial expression was also eye-catching. Unforgettable as ugly.

John moved his body and found that his body didn't seem to be broken or sprained. He let out a sigh of relief, patted the dust on his body, and stood up. He looked at the corpse next to him, walked over to feel all the pockets, and searched things like banknotes and watches into his arms, then stared at the revolver at the waist of the corpse, and finally pulled out the gun with his teeth. He took the gun and inserted it into his belt, and stuffed a few spare rounds into his pocket.

He moved away from the corpse and returned to the spacious and bright street. It's just that there is no difference from hell on earth now, there are cries and crackling of burning fire everywhere, which sounds extremely terrifying.

John frowned, looked at the burning ruins of the buildings in the distance, and looked at those people who were rolling on the ground, their skin was torn apart, and they were extremely black. There was no fear in their hearts, only a trace of indifference.

"Save my child! Please save him! Save him!" A woman rushed over from the side and hugged John's thigh, pleading hysterically, her voice seemed to be able to pierce John's eardrum.

John was taken aback by the woman who rushed over suddenly, looked in the direction of the woman, and found that a wooden building over there had been burned to ashes, and not far away was a coke the size of a child, still smoldering. Burning hot black smoke.

"Ma'am! Your son is dead! I can't do anything!" Looking at the crazy woman, John answered hesitantly and helplessly.

"No! He can still be saved! He can still be saved! Please! Save my son! Save my son!" The woman was still wailing relentlessly, her voice was hoarse, and the bone-piercing grief made John feel uncomfortable all over. .

He broke away from the woman, ran away, returned to the air-raid shelter again, walked through the stairs, passed the corpse, opened the heavy door, fled into the deep cave, and ran towards his wife and children. Crazy mother.

Finally ran to the position, seeing his wife and children sitting on the ground, trembling from the explosion and vibration just now, John felt relieved again, knelt down beside his wife, and hugged his family , Weeping loudly.

I don't know how long it took before the family stopped crying. They also noticed that there were more people in the air-raid shelter suddenly. There were old people and children, men and women, one after another, group after group. John knew that it was because the bombing came again, and people no longer dared to live in their own homes, so he fled into the air-raid shelter to avoid the call of death.

Of course, there are also people like John who have lost their homes. They were taken by military officers to air-raid shelters everywhere and arranged for them to live in places similar to refugee camps, which can be regarded as solving the accommodation problem of homeless people.

John arranged his own family, and piled some luggage around to protect half of the original chassis. After that, he explained a few words to a few familiar "neighbors" around him, begging these familiar friends and neighbors to take care of his own The family, after that, weaved through the crowd again and walked out of the dim air-raid shelter.

He is a nearby defender, so he naturally has to rush to the standby location to wait for the military's instructions. This is his job, and it can be regarded as one of his current sources of income. Of course, that’s why John was looking forward to the bombing by the Germans, hoping that he could do more work in exchange for food and subsidies for the military—but what he never expected was that the second bombing would be so bloody, and the so manic.

He got out of the door of the air-raid shelter, passed the unattended corpse, and continued to walk up the stairs. Then he froze there, unable to take a step because of his stiffness. Because he saw the woman who begged him to save her son, who was holding her son on fire at this moment, no longer screaming or mad, only a dancing flame remained.

Finally, John looked away with difficulty, resisted the urge to feel sick and vomited, and continued to walk towards the place where he gathered. When he got there, he found that many people had already arrived, and the leader was still It was the officer who was familiar with John.

"Morning, good morning. Sir..." John walked up to the officer and greeted him softly.

"John, do you still have room for the air-raid shelter over there?" The officer asked with an uneasy face, "Can you squeeze out a space for my wife and son to move in?"

"It was already full when I came out." Without even thinking about it, John replied, "But it's okay for two people to squeeze into my space. It's a big deal. I'll sleep outside with you."

"Thank you." The officer nodded, accepting the favor, and then said casually, "It's not a good idea to enlist in the army now, but I still have a little power, join the army and be my deputy, at least I don't have to go to the front line. "

John knew that this was his repayment. If he didn't find a good position for himself now, then if he started enlisting on a large scale after a while, he wouldn't know where he was going to serve when he re-enlisted. So John nodded: "Thank you then, sir."

Immediately afterwards, John helped the officer assign tasks, divided the gathered citizens into groups, and began to clean up the ruins and put out the fire. There was nothing they could do about the burning buildings, and they had to wait for the fire trucks to arrive before they could deal with them. But I heard that the fire trucks had all rushed to the factories in the suburbs, so it was estimated that the fire would last for a while.

During the break, John told the officer that he picked up a pistol. Surprisingly, the officer didn't take it seriously. He just nodded and told John to keep it for himself. Immediately afterwards, John said about the crazy woman again, but this time the officer was silent.

After a long while, he finally said, "John, this is a war. In a war, we can't save anyone, we can only save ourselves..."