Chapter 991:

Suddenly, the monster disappeared. It overturned on the edge of the cylinder and fell into the pit, roaring like a large amount of leather. I heard it utter a special heavy cry, and another of these creatures soon appeared dimly in the dark shadow of the small hole.
I turned around, ran frantically, and reached the first trees about a hundred yards away. But I was leaning against a stumbling block because I could not avoid these things from happening.
There, among some young pines and bushes, I stopped, panting, waiting for further development. The common ground of the bunkers is full of people, standing in a half-fascinated terror like me, staring at these creatures or the gravel piled up on the edge of the pit where they are. Then, with new fear, I saw a round black object swinging up and down on the edge of the pit. It was the owner's head that fell, but a small black object was revealed in the scorching western sunlight. Now he raised his shoulders and knees, and seemed to step back again until he saw only his head. Suddenly he disappeared, and I could have imagined a faint scream coming to me. I had the urge to go back and help him, so that my fear was overthrown.
At that time, everything became very hidden, covered by deep pits and sand piles caused by the falling of the cylinder. Anyone who comes along this road from Chobham or Woking will be amazed-fewer and fewer hundreds or more people form an irregular circle, in the ditches, in the bushes , Behind the fence, behind the fence and the fence, barely speak to each other. In short, excitedly shouting, staring, staring at a few piles of sand. The beer's hand pushed the station, a scorching heat of waste, turned black under the burning sky, and there was a row of abandoned vehicles in the sandpit, with horses sticking out of their nose bags or laying on the ground.
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Heat rays.
After glimpsing the Martians emerging from the cylinders they came to Earth from the planet, an obsession paralyzed my actions. I was still standing deep in the heather bushes, gazing at the mound hidden behind them. I am the battlefield of fear and curiosity.
I dare not go back to the pit, but I feel very eager to see the pit. Therefore, I began to stride, looking for favorable positions, and constantly looking for the sand piles that hide these newcomers on the earth. Once like the arm of an octopus, a thin black whip rope flashed past the sunset and was immediately withdrawn, and then a thin rod was lifted one by one by joints, with a rotating disc at its apex Shaped disk, coiling and swinging. What could happen there?
Most of the audience gathered in one or two groups-one group squeezed towards Woking, another group walked towards Chobham. Apparently they shared my spiritual conflict. There are very few near me. A person I approached-I thought he was my neighbor, even though I didn't know his name-and took him. But this is hardly the time for a clear conversation.
"What an ugly barbarian!" he said. "Oh my God! What an ugly beast!" he repeated over and over again.
"Did you see a person in the pit?" I said; but he did not answer. We became silent and watched side by side for a while, and in each other's company, I received some comfort. Then I moved the position to a small hill, which allowed me to benefit from the yard or higher height. When I searched for him, he was walking towards Woking.
Before anything further happened, the sunset had disappeared. There seemed to be more and more people walking towards Woking, and I heard a faint noise now. People dissipated a little bit of Chobham. There is almost no movement in the pit.
It is all this that gives people courage, and I think Woking’s newcomer also helps restore confidence. In any case, as the slow and intermittent movement begins on the bunker at dusk, in the calm surrounding the cylinder in the evening, this movement seems to be gathering strength. The vertical black figures will move forward in twos and threes, stop, watch and move forward again. As they spread out, they spread out in thin irregular crescent shapes, promising to enclose the pit in its attenuated corner. I also started to stand by the pit.
Then, I saw some taxi drivers and some other taxi drivers boldly walked into the sandpit and heard the sound of hooves and the grille of wheels. I saw a young man walking around in the apple trolley. Then, within thirty yards of the mine, heading in the direction of Horsl, I noticed a man with a black knot, the most important of whom was waving a white flag.
This is representative. There was a hasty negotiation, and since the Martians are obviously smart creatures despite their repulsive forms, they are determined to show them that we are also smart by signaling them.
Flutter, flutter, and walk toward the flag, first to the right, then to the left. For me, I realized that anyone there was too far away, but then I learned that Ogilvy, Stent and Henderson were trying to communicate with others. It can be said that this small group of people dragged inward, and now it is almost a complete circle of people, surrounded by many dim black figures, and they are cautious.
Suddenly there was a flash of light, and a large amount of green glowing smoke spewed out from the three pits, and then pounced on the still air one after another.
This kind of smoke or flame, perhaps a better word, is so bright that the dark blue sky and hazy brown extend towards Chetsey, covered with black pine trees, and seem to suddenly darken with the appearance of these puffs, and It remains darker after dispersion. At the same time, there was a faint hissing sound.
Above the mine, a small group of people stood with a white flag on the top of the wedge. Attracted by these phenomena, there was a small vertical black knot on the black ground. When the green smoke rose, their faces flashed pale green and faded again when they disappeared. Then, the hiss slowly spread into a hum, making a long and loud hum. The hump-like shape slowly rises from the pit, and the ghost of a beam of light seems to appear and disappear from it.
Real flames flickered on all sides, and bright glare flew from the scattered group of people. It seemed that some invisible jets hit them, flashing white flames. As if everyone was suddenly fired instantly.
Then, due to their own destruction, I saw them stagger and fall and their supporters turned to run.
I stood and stared, not realizing that it was death from one person to another in that distant crowd. What I feel is that this is strange. There was an almost silent and dizzying light, and a man fell his head and lay down. When invisible heat passed over them, the pine trees caught fire, and every dull bush was put out dullly. In the distance towards Knaphill, I saw trees, the flash of hedges and wooden buildings suddenly lighting up.
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