My Third Empire

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happy? It seemed to be getting farther and farther ... While thinking about this, while listening to the long siren with a long tail, the civilians John, who was far away in London, England, stood on the street he was familiar with and lifted his own Head. Narrowing his eyes to the sky-shrouding bomber group, he saw the flare barrage of anti-aircraft guns on the ground.

It appeared in Manchester for the second time, but the butcher appeared again in British airspace after 4 days. This time it was larger and denser. Not far away, John saw a fighter jet with the RAF logo painted on its wings, dragging thick smoke from the sky to the ground, making a violent tearing air.

What he did not know was that this was the last of the 20 hurricane fighters that took off to intercept the bomber fleet today. In the bombing in the suburbs, the British Air Force dispatched all the fighters they could dispatch to try to intercept the German strategic bomber group, but was suddenly caught off guard by the fw-190d fighter that suddenly appeared above the clouds.

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

A few days ago he chatted with two military officers sent to inspect the bomb shelters and talked about the German bomber bombing London. The two officers from the Air Force are obviously more knowledgeable than John, saying that these are just new long-range bombers, and there is no fighter escort. They dare to come only once and occasionally, and it is not terrible.

John remembered this profound analysis. When he returned home at night, he had not forgotten to show off with his wife. But now he saw those smaller and more flexible fighters. Those planes can take the British Air Force fighters into the sky, and explained to John a simple reason: the Germans seem to be closer.

But soon he had to move his footsteps, because those terrible bombers seemed to be getting closer. The huge one looks like a sacred cross in the sky from below. Only this cross does not bring good luck, but on the contrary it can send death and destruction.

The little black dot is falling off the plane's torso and falling towards the ground far away. A dull explosion is heard every second, but the earth is shaking with another rhythm, making John's trembling legs think for a moment. It's better not to know which leg to take first.

The German bomber had passed over his head, a block away not far away, a napalm bomb burst, and John saw the building lit into a giant torch, and the people inside jumped from the heights with flames Next, a scream made his hair fall.

Fortunately, beside him was the entrance to the air raid shelter. He was so scared that he quickly ran down the stairs, no matter what terrible things happened on the ground. As he rolled down the stairs together, there was a young officer, and then came in, but it was an unpleasant thick smoke and boundless dust and darkness.

The bomb that was thrown on the edge of the bomb 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 the effect was not too good. So the German bomber used a mixed bombing method of half bombs and half incendiary bombs. To be verified.

Anyway, when John, who had not died, climbed up from the entrance of the dim bomb shelter, he found that the young British officer who had rolled in together was dead. His head was twisted to a weird angle by rolling down the stairs, and his facial expression was also overwhelming. Not forgetting.

John moved his body and found that he didn't seem to have a broken or sprained body. Fortunately, he took a breath, patted the dust on his body, and stood up. He looked at the corpse around him, walked over and touched his pockets, scraped banknotes and watches into his arms, then stared at the revolver in the waist of the corpse, and finally pulled out his teeth. After inserting the gun into his belt, he put a few spare bullets into his pocket.

He moved his foot, away from the body, and returned to the bright and spacious street. It ’s just that there ’s no difference between it and **** on earth now. There are cries and crackling fires everywhere, which sounds terrifying.

John frowned, looking at the buildings burning into ruins in the distance, and watching those who kept rolling on the ground, and their skin was very fragile and black, and there was no fear in his heart, only a trace of indifference.

"Save my child! Please help him! Help him!" A woman rushed from the side and hugged John's thigh. Hysterical pleading, the sound seemed to pierce John's eardrum.

John was taken aback by the woman who suddenly rushed over and 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 child-sized coke still taking off Hot black smoke.

"Madam! Your son is dead! I can't do anything!" John looked at the mad woman, and he responded with some hesitation and some helplessness.

"No! He still has a save! He still has a save! Please! Save my son! Save my son!" The woman still wailed and screamed, and the piercing grief made John feel uncomfortable. .

He broke away from the woman, fled into the desert, and once again returned to the bomb shelter, crossed the stairs, passed the corpse, opened the heavy gate, fled into the deep cave, and ran in the direction of his wife and children, regardless of that still for his son Mad mother.

Finally, he ran to his position, watching his wife and children sitting on the ground, trembling with the explosion and vibration just now, and then John calmed down again, knelt beside his wife, and hugged his family , Crying loudly.

I don't know how long it took before the family stopped crying, and found that there were more people in the bomb shelter, there were old people and children, men and women, one after another, group after group. John knew this was because the bombing was coming again, and people no longer dared to live in their own homes, so they rushed into the bomb shelter to avoid the call of death.

Of course, there are people like John who do not have homes. They were taken by officers to air raid shelters and arranged for them to live in places like refugee camps, which also solved the problem of accommodation for the homeless.

John arranged his family, piled some luggage around to protect the original half of the chassis, and then explained a few words to the familiar "neighbors" around him, asking these familiar friends and neighbors to take care of their own. The family then shuttled into the crowd again and walked out of the dim bomb shelter.

He is a nearby co-defense officer. He naturally has to rush to the standby location to wait for the military's instructions. This is his job and one of his current sources of income. Of course, so John looked forward to the German bombing, hoping that he could do more work in exchange for the military ’s food and subsidies-but what he did not expect was that the second bombing was so bloody, coming Is so manic.

He drilled through the gate of the bomb shelter, passed the unattended corpse, and went up the stairs. Then he stayed there stiffly, unable to take a step. Because he saw the woman who begged him to save his son, at this moment he was holding his son burning, no longer shouting, no more madness, only a beating flame.

Finally, John still looked away with difficulty, resisting the urge to nausea and vomiting, and continued to take a step towards the place where he assembled. When he got there, he found that many people had already arrived, still headed It was still the officer familiar with John.

"Good morning and good morning. Sir ..." John approached the officer and greeted softly.

"John, is there a place for the bomb shelter over there?" The officer's face was not pretty, and he asked, "Can I squeeze out a place for my wife and son to move in too?"

"It was full when I came out." Without thinking about it, John replied, "But there is nothing wrong with squeezing two people in my place. It's a big deal. I'm sleeping with you outside."

"Thank you." The officer nodded, assuming this feeling, and then casually said: "Now it's not a good idea to enlist in the army, but I still have a little power, and join the army as a deputy, so I don't have to go to the front line anyway. "

John knew that this was the reward, and now if he does not seek a good position for himself, then if he starts a large-scale recruitment after a while, then he will not know where he will serve in the army. So John nodded: "Thank you, sir."

Immediately afterwards, John helped the officers to assign tasks, divided the gathered citizens into small groups, and began to clean up the rubble and put out the fire. They can't do anything about the burning buildings. They have to wait for the fire trucks to come to their disposal, but I heard that the fire trucks all rushed to the factories in the suburbs, so it is estimated that they will burn for a while.

During the break, John told the officer that he had picked up a pistol. Surprisingly, the officer did not treat this as one thing. He just nodded and told John to keep it. Following John said about the mad woman again, this time the officer was silent.

For a long while, he spoke: "John, this is a war. In the war, no one can save us, only save ourselves ..."