Chapter 996:

In the storm.
Leatherhead is about twelve miles from Maybury Hill. The scent of hay spreads through the air through the lush grassland outside of Bilford, and the fences on both sides are sweet and gay, and scattered with many dog ​​roses. As we drove towards Maybury Mountain, the violent firing stopped abruptly at the beginning, making the night very calm and calm. At about nine o'clock, we arrived at Leatherhead without any hesitation. The horse rested for an hour while my cousin and I had dinner and praised my wife for her care.
My wife remained silent during the entire drive, seeming to be suppressed by evil omen. I talked to her with peace of mind and pointed out that the Martians were tied to the pit due to their heavy weight and could only crawl out of the pit as much as possible. But she only answered in one syllable. If it were not for my promise to the innkeeper, I think she would urge me to stay in Leatherhead that night. I will! I remember her face was pale when she separated.
As far as I am concerned, I am very excited all day long. Much like the heat of war that occasionally circulates in a civilized community has infiltrated my blood, I am not very sorry inside, and I had to return to Maybury that night. I even worried that the last fuss I heard could mean that we wiped out the invaders from Mars. I can say that I express my mentality best when I want to die.
It was almost eleven when I started to return. The night was unexpectedly dark. To me, when I walked out of the light tunnel in my cousin's house, it looked really black, and it was as stuffy as the day. The clouds above our heads were flying quickly, even though they didn't stir the bushes around us in one breath. My cousin's man lit two lights. Fortunately, I know this road very well. My wife stood under the light at the door and looked at me until I jumped into the dog cart. Then she suddenly turned and walked in, letting my cousins ​​stand side by side and wish me luck.
At first I was frustrated by my wife's fear, but soon my mind returned to the Martian. At that time, I had no idea about the night battle. I don’t even know the circumstances that exacerbated the conflict. When I passed through because that was the way I returned, not through and coming, I saw a bright red light on the western horizon, and as I approached, it slowly climbed into the sky. The gathering of thunderstorm clouds shrouded black and red smoke.
Ripley Street was deserted, and apart from a bright window, the village showed no signs of life. But I almost escaped at the corner of the road leading to it, where many people stood with my back. They said nothing to me when I passed by. I don't know what they know about what happened outside the mountain, or whether the quiet house I passed by on the way is safely asleep, or is it empty or harassed, watching the terror of the night.
From Ripley until I passed Pilford, I was in Wei's valley, and the red glare was invisible to me. When I climbed the hill outside the church, I saw the glare again, and the surrounding trees trembled at the first hint of the storm to me. Then, I heard midnight whizzing past Pilford Church behind me, and then came the outline of Maybury Hill, the treetops and roofs of which were black and sharp red.
Even when I saw this dazzling green glare illuminating the road around me, I drove towards the distant woods. I feel the rope pulling. I saw the traveling clouds pierced by a green flame, suddenly igniting their chaos and falling into the field on my left. This is the third meteor!
The approach was ghostly, and by contrast, the violet color was dazzling, jumping out of the first lightning of the rally storm, and the sound of thunder flying overhead like a rocket. The horse gritted its teeth and bolted it.
The was moderate, extending down towards the foot of Maybury Mountain, and we fell. Once the lightning started, it flashed continuously and rapidly as I have seen it. The thunder slapped one foot on the heel of the other, accompanied by a strange crackling, sounding more like a huge electric motor than the usual explosive reverberation. The flickering lights dazzled people, and when I drove down the slope, thin hail rushed violently on my face.
At first, I only looked at the road in front of me, and then suddenly something moved down the across from Maybury Hill caught my attention. At first, I took it on the damp roof of the house, but the next moment showed that it was rolling fast. It was an elusive vision, a cloud of bewildering darkness, and then, in an instant flashing like sunlight, the red object of the lonely mountain approached the top of the mountain, and the green top of the pine tree, the object in question was clear and clear. Earth appeared. Bright and bright.
I saw this! How can I describe it? A huge tripod, taller than many houses, over young pine trees, and smashed it in his career; a shiny metal walking engine, now straddling heather; hinged wire rope hanging on it, its The thunderstorm turbulence mixed with the passing flapping sound. In an instant, it radiated vividly, flew in one direction with a two-foot-high heel, and disappeared almost immediately, and in the next instant it was close to a hundred yards. Can you imagine the milking stool leaning violently along the ground and bowling? That's the impression of those flashes. However, instead of imagining it on the milking stool, it is better to put a large amount of machinery on the tripod shelf.
Then suddenly, the trees in the pine forest in front of me were separated because a person pierced through them and pierced the brittle reeds. They were broken off and went straight, and a second huge tripod appeared, rushing towards me. But I am galloping and running hard! Seeing the second monster, my nerves completely disappeared. I kept looking back, I twisted the horse's head hard to the right, and after a while, the dog wagon stepped on it. The shaft was so noisy that I was thrown aside and plunged heavily into the shallow pool.
I climbed out almost immediately and squatted down. My feet were still in the water and there was a ball. The horse was lying motionless and his neck was broken, poor and pitiful! , Flashing like lightning, I saw the black part of the overturned dog cart, the outline of the wheels was still spinning slowly. After a while, the huge mechanism strode forward and tilted towards me.
Doing more with less, because it is more than just a clumsy machine on the move, this fact is incredible. Its mechanical operation has a metallic rhythm, with long, flexible, gleaming tentacles, one of which clung to a young pine tree and swayed and rattled around its strange body. It chose its own path as it walked along, and the thick hood that bypassed it walked back and forth when it inevitably suggested raising its head. Behind the main body is a huge white metal, like a huge fisherman's basket. When the monster was swept by me, the joints of the limbs sprayed out a few green smoke. It disappeared in an instant.
At that time, I saw so much, the blur was the flash of lightning, the highlight and dense black shadow.
When it passed, it let out a deafening cry of ecstasy, drowning out the thunder: "!!!"-After another minute, it and its companion bend over half a mile away. I have no doubt that this is one-third of the ten cylinders they fired at us from Mars.
I lay in the rain and darkness for a few minutes, watching these terrifying metal creatures move around on top of the hedge in the distance under intermittent light. Now there are thin hailstones, and their figures become blurred when they come and go, and then they flash clear again. There are gaps in lightning from time to time, engulfing them at night.
I was saturated with hail from above and water from below. After a while, my dazed surprise made me struggle with the bank to a relatively dry position, or reminded me of the imminent danger.
Not far from me is a small wooden house with a shed, surrounded by a potato garden. I finally struggled, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, and taking advantage of all opportunities that were covered up, I fought for it. I knocked on the door, but I couldn't let people hear if there was someone inside. After a while, I stopped and used the ditch most of the time. I crawled successfully without being observed. Through these terrifying machines, enter the pine forest of Maibury.
Under this cover, I pushed towards my house, shaking the wet ground. I walked in the woods, trying to find a footpath. The woods are indeed very dark, because lightning has become less frequent now, hail pouring down from mountain torrents, falling from the gaps between the dense leaves.
If I am fully aware of the meaning of everything I see, then I should immediately walk along the way I got there, and then go back and reunite with my wife. But that night, the strangeness and physical pity about me frustrated me because I was bruised, tired, skin soaked, deaf, and blinded by the storm.
I have a vague idea to go to my own house, which is as motivated as I am. I staggered through the woods, plunged into a ditch, kneeling on a plank, and finally splashed into the driveway sliding down from the University Weapons Academy. I said it was splashing water, because the heavy rain swept the muddy torrent down the mountain. In the darkness, a person strayed into my head and rolled me back.
He cried in horror, rushed, and rushed up until I could gather enough wisdom to talk to him. In this place, the pressure of the blizzard was so heavy that I had to complete the difficult task of climbing the mountain. I approached the fence on the left and drove along the fence.
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