Four Hundred and Forty-Nine Silent

"The Germans are so close? My God." John was shocked and speechless when he heard that the Germans were ready to bombard London. The last time he heard news of the German attack was near Cambridge, and God knows how it hit London so quickly.

The officer who was John’s backer had a wry smile on his face. Naturally, these unfavorable war news would not be spread everywhere. Of course, as little as possible, the government would even declare that the Germans had been beaten away. Woolen cloth.

They didn't eat their lunch, not because they were busy, but because they had run out of food. The German army had already begun to attack the city, and the small matter of providing food to the civilians was naturally forgotten. The entire London was extremely silent, like a dying monster, the silence was suffocating.

John and the officer went out to look for food, but after searching the ruins for a long time, they couldn't find any decent food. The two walked towards the air-raid shelter where they were, one after the other, filled with frustration.

I heard that the officer spent a lot of money, and even took out the gold bars that had been hidden all the time, to bribe the relationship and get a quota to go to the United States. But because the war situation took a turn for the worse, before he could send his son away, the Germans entered London. The traffic was chaotic, and the bombing by German planes became extremely ferocious, so the officer's son missed the boarding time, and could only squat with John's family in a bomb shelter in London and starve.

The officer is in a very bad mood these days, and the reason can be known without asking. The two stopped at a street corner, the officer smoked two cigarettes, and the two of them just stood at the corner and smoked.

"There are orders from above to distribute gasoline and bayonets." The officer smoked and talked about the task assigned to him just now: "That bastard Churchill wants everyone to go to hell with him."

"Let him go to hell, the army can't hold the position, let women and children be buried with him, it's really hard for him to think of it! How did this bastard become an Englishman?" John then spit out a puff of white smoke and cursed road.

A dozen or so British soldiers came running from a distance, and by looking at their attire, they knew that they were the main force of the British army that had been on the front line. Their clothes were torn and covered with dust and mud. These people's faces were full of exhaustion, but they still held the guns in their hands tightly.

Some were carrying ammunition, some were carrying machine guns, and some were carrying a grenade in one hand and a rifle in the other. These people bent over and moved carefully against the wall. They passed by John and the officer. No one saluted or stopped. His eyes were like looking at two dead people.

The penultimate soldier stopped, stretched out his hand and said in his hoarse voice: "Do you have a cigarette? Have one."

John touched his pocket, shook his head with a wry smile. The officer took out the cigarette case, took out one, and handed it to the soldier. Then another match was struck,

Help that soldier point it up.

The soldier took a breath, then nodded and thanked: "Thank you, you'd better leave the spacious place. The Germans have some squads that like to infiltrate, and their snipers are very accurate." After finishing speaking, he followed himself The comrades in arms ran towards the block that kept emitting black smoke in the distance.

"It seems that there is such a thing." The officer looked at the soldiers who ran away with contempt, with a sneer on his face: "They can't even hold their positions, so they have the nerve to remind us to pay attention to safety. If I... ..."

John was listening to the officer's complaints, when he suddenly saw something pierced the backing officer's chest, and blood spattered on his face, he shrank his neck in fright, and fled to the side the corner.

There was a loud gunshot, and John probably heard the direction of the gunshot. He adjusted his concealed angle to avoid being shot by the sniper, and then leaned against the wall and squatted down to look at the fallen body. officer.

"Hey! Are you alright?" John was so frightened that he dropped his cigarette to the ground, looking at the officer lying in a pool of blood, he asked in a low voice, as if he was afraid of alarming anyone.

"I...was...hit! Save...me..." The backer officer seemed to be in pain even breathing, struggling on the ground little by little, and asked for help intermittently: "Help..."

"God! I dare not approach you! Sir! He is near the building over there, and I will be shot if I go out!" John said, leaning against the wall with tears, "You...you wait for me! I Find a stick! You grab the stick and I'll pull you over!"

In a hurry, he quickly turned around and ran in the opposite direction, leaving the officer on the ground who was still yelling to save me over and over again, ran to a ruins, pulled out a tattered curtain from it, and quickly ran back to the street. The officer fell to the ground s position.

But he didn't throw the curtains out after he ran to the place, because the officer lying on the ground had no breathing or struggle. He lay there with his eyes open, motionless and silent. John leaned against the wall panting, looking at the body that had gradually become cold, the tears in his eyes could not stop flowing. You have been living with me in this hellish London for so long, and you have taken care of me for so long. When you left, you didn't even have time to leave a last word. It's sad.

Even he himself didn't know how long he sat here looking at the corpse, and he didn't come back to his senses until several British soldiers ran past him. A British soldier panted against the wall around the corner, then glanced at John at his feet.

"I said there might be snipers, but you didn't listen." The soldier sneered, then kicked the thigh of John who was sitting next to him, and pointed to the other side of the wall: "If you want to die, you can continue to sit here Now, there is a German tank on the side of the intersection less than two meters away in that direction, and it will drive over in a short time."

John took another look at the officer's body. He didn't dare to stay here, so he stood up and followed a few British soldiers to the other side of the street. When he reached the end, he turned around and took another look at the officer's body , found that at the corner over there, on the other side of the place where he was sitting just now, there happened to be a German soldier who leaked half of his head and was looking at him.

He quickly ran into the corner at this end, blocking the sight of both sides. This was the first time in John's life that he saw a German soldier. The young German guy looked a bit like his neighbor's son, but he looked a few years older.

Only then did John realize how close he was to the German soldiers. He looked in the direction of the air-raid shelter where his home was located, and took a Lean Field rifle from a British soldier. He picked up the gun, pulled the bolt, and then took out the grenade with Wen from his pocket, pulled off the safety ring, and threw it vigorously in the direction of the German army.

The battle was raging in the streets and alleys. John didn't dare to aim the rifle. He just loaded the ammunition in the rifle mechanically after firing the bullet, and then continued to shoot. He and a few British soldiers stood firm in a few rooms on the corner of the street, and then the troops who arrived later pushed an anti-tank gun. Dozens of British soldiers miraculously held their positions until the gunshots here in the evening. Only then gradually subsided.

During the battle, explosions came from the surrounding buildings from time to time. Many civilians knew that the Germans were coming, but they didn't have the guts to attack the Germans, so they chose to commit suicide early. Those grenades given to people , has become the best suicide tool.

However, when John dragged his tired body back to his home with the rifle on his back and accompanied by several new "comrades in arms", he realized that it was not just an officer who left this world today.

Those hooligans who were chased away by John returned here again, and they started committing crimes nearby because of hunger, this time deliberately taking revenge while John was away. Unexpectedly, when he was about to attack John's wife and children, the miserable John's wife rang the grenade left at home. The corpses of John's wife, two children and several hooligans are still lying in the air-raid shelter, Mary...

Then squat in the corner and go crazy.

John looked expressionlessly at the few old men and women left in the air-raid shelter, and suddenly laughed: "Hehehe, hahaha. Good, good, I fought desperately outside, and this is how you reward me ..."

Anxious, he grabbed the grenade on his comrade-in-arms and pulled off the safety ring. Several comrades were so frightened that they quickly escaped from the air-raid shelter, and then the door of the air-raid shelter spewed out thick dust due to an explosion.

John died, as the most ordinary little man in London, died in his "home" in the most unknown way. He lived desperately, had good hopes, and tried his best to fight for a way to survive for the child. After failing, his family was ruined.

And the officer who was John's backer also died. He had hoped to have a better ending than John, but he still died, on a street corner, in that familiar place that he had walked through countless times. And his child's whereabouts are unknown, and his wife was killed by John in that place that can be called home.

The street fighting in London is still going on. British soldiers are guarding every corner. They use their best efforts to prevent the German army from attacking, fighting on every street in every block, in every room of every building, in every The kitchen and the living room of the same room fought repeatedly, and they didn't seem to know what they were fighting for.

On the first day of the street fighting in London, the German army broke into the outskirts of London and fought fiercely with the British defenders on the outskirts of the city. After a hard day's fighting, the British recaptured most of the German-occupied neighborhoods and drove the Germans back to the fringes of the city.