Chapter 1003:

After that, he found that the vague sense of alarm had spread to the customers of the underground railway, and on Sunday, tourists began to return from the entire southwestern "lung"-Barnes, Wimbledon, Richmond Park, Kew Gardens and other places. -In the unnatural early hours of the morning; but there is nothing more explanatory than vague rumors. Everyone associated with the terminal seems grumpy.
At about five o'clock, the communication line between the Southeast Station and the Southwest Station was almost always closed. The opening of the communication station and the passage of trucks carrying cannons were extremely excited. And the carriage was packed with soldiers. These are guns from Woolwich and Chatham to cover Kingston. Exchanging joy: "You will be eaten!" "We are animal trainers!" and so on. After a while, a group of police officers came to the police station and began to clean up the public and get them off the platform, and my brother went out again.
The church bell was ringing for even singing, and a group of Salvation Army girls sang along Waterloo Road. On the bridge, many idlers looked at the strange brown scum, which drifted in patches in the stream. The sun has just set, and the clock tower and the Capitol are set against one of the most peaceful skies imaginable. The golden sky is forbidden by long horizontal red and purple stripes. Someone is talking about a floating body. A man there, who said he was a reserve officer, told my brother that he had seen the helicopter recorder flashing in the west.
My brother encountered a few solid rough stones on Wellington Street, which were driven out of Fleet Street by wet newspapers and placards. "A terrible disaster!" they yelled on the streets of Wellington. "Fighting! Detailed description! Hit the annealing star! London is in danger!" He had to copy three pennies to the paper.
Then, then, he realized the full power and horror of these monsters. He learned that they were not only a few sluggish little animals, but also shaking huge mechanical bodies. And they can move quickly and strike with such a powerful force that even the most powerful guns cannot resist them.
They are described as "huge spider-like machines, nearly a hundred feet high, capable of speeding like an express train, and capable of emitting a beam of intense heat." The masked batteries are mainly field guns and have been used in the country by Joseph Kang. It is grown near Del, especially between Woking and London. Seeing that five of the machines were heading towards the Thames, one of them was fortunately destroyed. In other cases, the casing was lost and the battery was immediately wiped out by the heat rays. Mentioned the heavy losses of the soldiers, but the sentiment was optimistic.
The Martian was repulsed. They are not invincible. They circled Woking again and returned to the cylindrical triangle. The annunciator with helicopter recorder is advancing towards them from all directions. The guns quickly crossed the border from Windsor, Portsmouth, Aldershot and Woolwich in the north. This includes a 95-ton long gun from Woolwich. There are a total of 116 in place or hastily placed, mainly covering London. In Britain, there has never been such a large or rapid concentration of military data.
It is hoped that any dropped gas cylinders can be immediately destroyed by high explosives, which are being manufactured and distributed rapidly. There is no doubt that after running the report, the situation is the strangest and most severe description, but the public is advised to avoid and stop panic. There is no doubt that Martians are strange and terrifying in extreme situations, but outside, facing our millions of people, there are no more than twenty Martians at most.
The authorities have reason to speculate from the size of the cylinders. Outside, each cylinder cannot exceed five, for a total of fifteen. At least one has been disposed of, maybe more. The public will be fully warned of the danger, and careful measures are being taken to protect the people in the threatened southwestern suburbs. Therefore, on the basis of once again ensuring the safety of London and the ability of the authorities to deal with difficulties, this quasi-declaration came to an end.
It was printed on paper in huge fonts, so fresh that it was still damp, so there was no time to comment. My brother said that it was strange to see how cruel it was to see the usual content on the paper being hacked and put in this place.
Everywhere on Wellington Street, people can be seen dancing and reading on the pink sheets, and Strand is suddenly noisy by the noise of a group of vendors following these pioneers. People scrambled to get copies from the bus. Of course, regardless of previous indifference, this news makes people excited. My brother said that the shutters of a map store in Strand were removed. In the clothes on Sunday, a man with lemon yellow gloves was even seen in the clothes of the window. He hurriedly fixed the map of Surrey to the glass.
Continuing along the strand to Trafalgar Square with paper in his hand, my brother saw some fugitives from Sisari. A man took his wife, two boys, and some furniture in the shopping cart, such as fruits and vegetables. He drove from the direction of Westminster Bridge; behind him was a hay truck with five or six respectable people, and some boxes and bales. The faces of these people Yes, their entire appearance is in stark contrast to the appearance of the best Sabbath people on the Sabbath. People in fashionable clothes peeped at them from the taxi. They stopped in the square hesitantly, and finally turned east along the sub-line. Somewhere behind these is a man in overalls, riding one of an old tricycle with small front wheels.
My brother rejected Victoria and met many such people. He has a vague idea, he might see something from me. He noticed an unusual number of police officers controlling traffic. Some refugees are exchanging news with people in general. One person claims to have seen a Martian. "Boiler on stilts, I tell you, stride forward like a man." Most of them were excited and excited by their bizarre experience.
With the exception of Victoria, public housing has an active trade with these arrivals. At all street corners, a group of people are reading newspapers, talking excitedly, or staring at these unusual Sunday tourists. My brother said that as the night approaches, they seem to increase, and until the end, the road is like Epsom Avenue on Derby Day. My brother gave a speech to some of the fugitives, but most of them were unsatisfactory.
Except for one person who assured them that Woking was completely destroyed the night before, none of them told him anything about Woking.
He said: "I'm from Beverlet." "A cyclist passed through this place early in the morning and ran from door to door to warn us that we were leaving. Then the soldiers. We went out to see, there was a cloud of smoke in the south, only Smoke, no soul came like that. Then we heard the shots of Chertsey and people from Weybridge. So I locked the house and came up."
At that time, there was a strong feeling circulating in the streets that the authorities should blame them for not being able to deal with the intruders without all these inconveniences.
At about eight o'clock, there was a thumping sound from south London. My brother could not hear it in the traffic on the main road, but he could distinguish it clearly by crossing the quiet back street to the river.
He walked from Westminster Abbey to an apartment near Regent's Park, about two. I feel very anxious about him now, and feel uneasy about the seriousness of the trouble. Even though my Saturday is in the military, his thoughts tend to run. He thought of all those silent, anticipating guns in those sudden nomadic villages. He tried to imagine a "stilt boiler" a hundred feet high.
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