Chapter 995:

But I will not be tired of describing that long morning and a long afternoon for readers. I didn't see this common ground at a glance, because even the towers of Hallsill and Chobam were in the hands of the military authorities. The soldier I greeted knew nothing. The officer was both mysterious and busy. I found that the people in the town were safe again in the presence of soldiers, and for the first time I heard from the tobacco industry Marshall that his son had died among civilians. The soldiers blocked the people on the outskirts of Hossl and left the house.
I'm back to lunch again, about two o'clock, because I have already said that the weather is very sultry and so tired. In order to refresh myself, I took a cold shower in the afternoon. At about 4:30, I went to the train station to get the evening paper, because the morning paper only described the killing of Stent, Henderson, Ogilvy and others very inaccurately. However, I hardly know. The Martian did not reveal an inch of himself. They seemed to be busy, and there was a sound of hammering in the pit, almost continuous smoke. Obviously, they are busy preparing for the struggle. The stereotype of these papers is: "A new attempt has been made to send a signal, but it was unsuccessful." An engineer told me that this was done by a person in the ditch with a long flagpole.
I must admit that the sight of all these equipment and all preparations made me very excited. My imagination became warlike and defeated the invaders in many amazing ways. My elementary school student dreamed that something of fighting and heroism would come back. It didn't seem fair to me then. They seemed helpless in their pit.
At about three o'clock, Cheltsay or Aldstone fired shots at regular intervals. I learned that the smoldering pine into which the second cylinder fell was being shelled, hoping to destroy it before the object opened. However, only about five field guns reached Chobham to deal with the first corpse of the Martian.
At about six o'clock in the evening, when my wife and I were sitting in the summer house drinking tea, we talked enthusiastically about the upcoming battle. After hearing a burst of fire, I heard the sullen explosions of ordinary people. What followed was a violent trembling impact, very close to us, shaking the ground; then, starting from the lawn, I saw a smoky red flame suddenly emitting from the top of the trees around the Oriental Academy, and the tower of the small church next to Slipped into ruins. The top of the mosque disappeared, and the roof line of the college itself looked like a gun weighing hundreds of tons. One of our chimneys cracked open, as if hit by a shot, and then flew up. Part of it fell off the tiles and piled up a pile of broken red fragments on the flowerbed on the window of my study.
My wife and I stood in surprise. Then I realized that since the college was cleared, the top of Maybury Mountain must be within the Martian heat rays.
After that, I took my wife's arm and drove her off the road without ritual. Then I took out the servant and told her that I was going upstairs to find the box she wanted.
I said: "We can't stay here." As I said, the shot reopened in front of ordinary people for a moment.
"But where are we going?" my wife said in horror.
I feel very confused. Then I thought of her cousin in Leatherhead.
"Leather!" I yelled.
She looked down at me. The people came out of their houses and were surprised.
"How do we get to Leatherhead?" she said.
Down the mountain, I saw a group of cavalry riding under the railway bridge. Three people galloped past the gate of the Oriental Academy; the other two got off their horses and started running from house to house. The sun's thick smoke from the tops of the trees shone bright red blood, casting unfamiliar red and green lights on all objects.
"Stop here." I said. "You are safe here"; I immediately set off for Dalmatians because I knew the landlord had a carriage and a dog cart. I ran because I realized that after a while, everyone on this hill would move. I found him in his bar and had no idea what was happening behind his house. A man stood with his back to me, talking to him.
The landlord said: "I must have a pound, and I have no one to drive."
"I'll give you two," I said on the shoulder of the stranger.
"What do you do?"
I said, "I will bring it back before midnight."
"Master!" said the landlord; "hurry up? I want to sell one of my pigs. Two pounds, will you get it back? What's wrong now?"
I rashly explained that I had to leave the house and therefore fixed the dog cart. In my opinion, the landlord should not leave the landlord urgently. I carefully put the car there, then drove it off the road, and then handed it over to my wife and servants. I rushed into my house and loaded some valuables, such as our plates, etc. When I did this, the beech trees under the house were burning, and the road was red. When I was occupied in this way, a light cavalry underwent ran away. He is going door to door, warning people to leave. When I came out from the front door, he was continuing, dragging my baby and tidying it up with a tablecloth. I yelled to him:
"What's new?"
He turned around, stared, yelled "Climb into something like dishes", and then ran towards the door of the crest house. Suddenly, black smoke drove across the road, making him hide it for a while. I ran to the door of the neighbor's house and shouted loudly to satisfy myself. I already know that his wife has gone to London with him and locked their house. I went in again as promised, picked up my servant’s box, dragged its box, patted her box on the tail of the dog cart, then grabbed the rope and jumped onto the driver’s seat next to my wife. After a while, we cleared the smoke and noise and drove along the opposite of Maybury Mountain towards Old Woking.
The front is a quiet and sunny landscape with a wheat field on both sides of the road and the Maybury Hotel with swing signs. I saw a doctor’s cart in front of me. At the bottom of the hill, I turned my head and looked at the that was about to leave. The thick black smoke was flying into the still air, casting a shadow eastward to the green treetops. The smoke has expanded to the Far East and West, east to the Byfret Pine Forest, and west to Woking. People are rushing towards us everywhere on the road. It was very faint now, but it was very obvious in the hot, quiet air, and a hum of a machine gun was heard. The gun was now stationary, and the rifle was cracking intermittently. Apparently, the Martians are setting fire on all objects within the arson range.
I am not an expert driver, so I had to turn my attention to horses immediately. When I looked back again, the second mountain had hidden black smoke. I chopped down the horse with the whip and let go of his rope until Woking and Sand lay between us and the trembling commotion. I surpassed the doctor and passed the doctor between and.
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