Chapter 338: Alive

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In a quiet house in the British capital London, the male owner was staring at the bread on the plate with milk. After a long time, he narrowed his eyes, then looked at his wife, sighed and complained: " Since the war with Germany, even bread has become so unpalatable. "
"You'll be content. I heard that the Germans have been eating brown bread and margarine for a long time." The housewife dressed up as the housewife replied happily while cleaning up the kitchen stove.
"What's this called! Fighting war! I used to fight when I was a kid, and now I have to fight again! Damn Germans, it's always okay to look for something!" News.
She walked over and kissed the foreman's forehead, and said softly, "Okay! Don't complain about these problems! You are not His Majesty, you don't have to worry about such a big thing. I'm going to get those two lazy bugs to get up, they should go to school."
"Go! I'm going to work now." The host nodded and said.
"I love you! Honey!" The woman said with a blush.
"I love you too, dear." The man replied while reading the newspaper.
Suddenly, the ground beneath his feet vibrated, and the man frowned and raised his head, just to see the chandelier shake and a little dust fell.
"My dear! Behold the children! It seems an earthquake ..." The man put down the newspaper in his hand and stood up and suddenly heard the rumble of explosions. He walked to the window and pushed the window away to look at the street in the distance, and saw a black smoke rising over there.
Then there was another faint tremor, and then a building not far away exploded, and then a huge black smoke rose into the air, tumbling upwards and spreading with gray dust.
"My dear! What's going on." The hostess took the two children under the age of ten back to the kitchen, the two little guys' eyes were dim, and one was yawning cutely.
"My God!" The man remembered the horrible things he had experienced as a child, so he quickly turned around and yelled at his wife: "Bring the children under the table! Hurry! This is bombing! This is German attack! "
As soon as he finished speaking, the violent shock passed through, and a huge explosion seemed to happen beside them. The sound wave shattered the glass in an instant, and the whole window fell under the sway of the air waves. Many cups and plates in the kitchen fell to the floor, making a crackling noise and splashing sharp debris. The choking dust sucked into the lungs, making people cough up violently due to irritation.
The entire building seemed to collapse, the ceiling swayed indefinitely, followed by a chandelier crashing on the table, and then there was a violent collapse and cracking. While the man coughed, he wanted to fan away the dust that blocked his sight. When he saw the surrounding scene again, there was still a buzzing resonance in his ears.
"My dear! How are the children? Talk!" The man kicked off a piece of broken glass at his feet, bent over and quickly walked to the table, shouting to the people below: "Jack! Harry! What are you doing How is it? "
Finally, his ears returned to normal, and he heard the crying tears of the children. Only then did he let down his mind and began to help his wife and two children under the table to crawl out.
"Everyone is okay? Are you injured?" The host asked aloud.
"Dad! Me, I'm fine!" A little boy replied.
"My dear, I have a piece of broken glass in my arm! Everything else is fine!" The man's wife replied as she climbed out of the table.
Of course, there was another child who didn't speak, he just cried in horror, but he could hear it from his loud voice, it seemed that he didn't matter.
"Woo ... ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooat skewsAt this time, the stern anti-aircraft alarm sounded, and this late reminder seems to have no effect. But the man named John helped his wife pull out the broken glass in her arm, and then helped her take her child to leave the crumbling building.
They walked to the door and found that the door of their house had fallen to the ground, and the entire corridor was filled with rubble, and it seemed that they could not get out from here at all. So they returned to the bedroom, because they lived on the first floor, so they could escape from the bedroom window to the building that had become very dangerous due to the explosion.
Soon they came to the street, only to find out how serious the German plane's damage to London this time. A huge crater with a diameter of ten meters can be seen on the street, and there is still steam rising in it. And this huge crater was only a dozen meters away from John's building.
Fortunately, the house where John lives is on the left side of the building, and the crater is on the right side of the building, so although the building where John's house is located has collapsed by a third, their family of four is not a big deal.
In addition to the broken pavement and gravel, there were several corpses that had not cooled down. A middle-aged man fell motionless on the ground. He was wearing a suit and a woolen coat, and a briefcase was thrown around him. It looks like he can't go to work anymore, because his eyes that haven't closed have lost vitality.
Looking towards the distance, John faintly saw the German bomber groups flying away. He saw countless black smoke columns swelled not far away. The bombs dropped by the bomber made the whole of London covered with a sulfide. Light smoke.
"Everyone gives way! Everyone gives way! The fire truck is coming! The fire truck is coming!" Someone in the distance shouted loudly, and the Johns also retreated to the side of the road, a car with the words "fire fighting" beside them After stopping, there were only four people in the car, and it was an ordinary car, not a fire extinguishing vehicle.
Moreover, not all four people on the car were firefighters. Two of them were British officials. Obviously, the rank of one of the officers should not be low. They jumped out of the car and looked around the scene.
"I'm sorry! Because there are so many places to use fire trucks today, we really don't have so many people." An English-headed officer stared at the civilians and said: "We need a lot of people now, everyone also sees When we arrive, there are still a lot of people who may be alive buried under the rubble, we need to rescue them as soon as possible. "
Some people stepped back silently after hearing a few steps, and left slowly; but more people stood still and did not move, they just watched, watching silently.
"I'll help!" John glanced at his wife. After his wife nodded, he raised his right hand: "If you need volunteers, count me!"
"Thank you!" The officer nodded gratefully. John's move helped him a lot. At this time, some people will obviously play a good role in the beginning.
Sure enough, people around soon began to sign up, and under the leadership of two firefighters and two officers, began to use the tools collected everywhere to clean up the rubble and rubble. Sometimes only when disaster strikes can you know who is the real gentleman. The glory of humanity revealed in that kind of bones can't be manifested by actions such as pulling a chair or paying a bill for a woman.
Soon hundreds of people joined the work to save their compatriots. Many people used their fingers to dig up the rubble on the rubble, desperately saving the property and life in the rubble. Surprisingly, things like jewellery boxes found were piled up on the side of the road, but no one used to pick them up.
Humans have many strengths, and the skills to be proud of definitely have the word "destruction". Hundreds of thousands of years of construction and accumulation, humans only need to bomb with their own weapons for a few seconds, and they can be turned into a ruin-since the genius with nuclear weapons was invented, humans have discovered the self-destruction of the earth ’s civilization It's a very simple thing.
More than 200 tons of bombs dropped by 44 German bombers in more than ten minutes directly destroyed thousands of London buildings, and even left the bullet marks on the ancient London iconic Elizabeth Tower (Big Ben) . Architectural art treasures accumulated by mankind in the last millennium, a precise bomb may be wiped out in just two seconds.
"Thank you just now." During the noon break, the officer approached John and smiled and asked the two soldiers to put down some daily necessities, including bread and various ingredients, as well as a lot of money and a roll of blankets : "Some of the supplies distributed to the disaster-affected people, there are a lot of leftovers, all for you!"
As he said, he seemed to remember something: "Oh! By the way! This blue armband is for you. This block is temporarily under your responsibility. Some soldiers will come to help you in the afternoon ..."
"Can you ask, where do we lose our place to spend the night?" John frowned at his wife who was squatting by the road and wasted his time, as well as his two children and a few other children playing beside his wife. A few children. These children are so carefree, it seems that all the troubles in the world have nothing to do with them.
"I have to regret to say that until now, the order to place you has not been issued, so I don't know how you will spend the evening." The officer sighed and said: "It may be an air raid shelter, it may be Set up tents on open spaces in the suburbs ... "
"No matter what to do, we have to continue to live." John said helplessly.
"Yes! No matter what we do, we still have to live!" The officer nodded and echoed.