"Boom ......"

A deafening thud woke Shakem from his slumber, followed by a violent shaking of the earth and a huge roar of air.

Before he could open his eyes, he was violently swept into the air, tumbling and tumbling out of the distance like a dead leaf, and then fell heavily to the ground.

"The ...... of the Ball"

Shakem only had time to curse half a sentence before his mouth was filled with foul mud.

A smell mixed with mud, blood, and gunpowder smoke suddenly entered the nasal cavity, yes, it was the smell of blood, and there was a strong smell of gunsmoke.

Shakem is a veteran with a lot of combat experience. This kind of smell is no stranger to him, it is the smell of battlefield and death.

The huge sense of crisis completely enveloped Shakem in an instant, and he tried his best to roll over and roll into the hole around him. He clearly felt that the explosion just now was definitely a heavy bomb, and he was familiar with this thing. He had seen German bombs before, but the explosions were not as violent as they are now.

Instinct caused him to dodge, and a cement pothole next to him became his preferred target, and he didn't have time to hesitate at that time. When he hid in the pit, his eyes, which had been closed all along, suddenly opened, and suddenly, a tragic and suffocating war scene suddenly jumped into his eyes!

As far as the eye could see, in the violent explosion, the street walls that had already begun to crumble were now full of collapsed and charred street walls, collapsed and burned houses, and the corpses of Allied soldiers scattered all over the place! Stumps and severed arms can be seen everywhere, and half of the body flies in front of the pit.

Jet-black blood flowed through rotten flesh. The flesh in the wound also turned into a disgusting dark color in the explosion, and a pair of eyes stared at each other, and his face flashed with a look of extreme pain. Apparently he felt excruciating pain before he died.

This half of the corpse Shakem immediately saw that this person was originally a comrade-in-arms of the same class as him. didn't have a good life like him, he was directly buried in a bombshell, and even his body was blown up like this. As for where the lower half of his body was, he looked up and didn't find it, it was very likely that it had become crumbs, or had been blown out of sight.

"God Almighty. ......" took out the cross on his chest. Constant prayers. He had saved a life, as long as the bomb was closer to him just now, maybe he would be the same as the half of the corpse in front of him now. Unprecedented piety, praying to the Lord of the heart. Bless him hiding in the pit.

He really wanted to give thanks to Jesus. It was supposed to be him on duty. But because I didn't sleep all night last night, I was cleaning up my comrades who were killed by rocket artillery, and I was on duty again. The eyelids finally closed on their own. But it didn't take long for him to wake up from the explosion. A life was saved.

"Boom!" The sound of explosions continued to be heard, and the air waves rose higher and higher, rolling up countless wreckage.

The sky was overcast, the dust was filled, and the sky was full of bombers, one after another. A string of bombs fell from the belly of the plane, and then suddenly fell not far away, and suddenly there were dazzling bright lights, and then the earth shook violently, and the air wave knocked down the praying Shakem again.

"Houmi! After the rice! A hoarse cry for help suddenly sounded in Shakem's ears. Turning his head to the source of the sound, he saw an Allied soldier who had lost his legs crawling towards him in the rubble, leaving two clear traces of blood along the way.

From his dark face, Shakem could still tell that this was a white man, and he was also a comrade-in-arms in the same platoon as him, and like him, he was originally a soldier on duty. It's just that luck wasn't as good as his, and the legs he lost speak for themselves.

The strong will to survive in the man's eyes made Shakem's body feel cold, and he wanted to go out to save him, but his body just wouldn't listen. He was terrified, the explosions outside continuous, and he was afraid to step in the footsteps of the man who was crawling on the ground.

"Houmi! After the rice! The cries for help did not stop for a moment, and with each step he would stretch his arms to Shakham, and his fingers were spread, hoping that Shakam would come out and pull him into the hole.

But the motionless Shakem made him feel that death was near, and there was a whistling sound in the sky again, and it was getting closer. His eyes were wide and staring straight at Shakham, his mouth open as he was about to say something.

However, he had no chance to speak, and a 500-kilogram bomb was exploding at the wall thirty meters behind him. A strong flash of fire flashed, and a crumbling house next to it fell directly in the explosion, and even the city wall was blown open a gap.

With a 500-kilogram bomb and a distance of 30 meters, even if he was lying down, it would be difficult to survive. In the explosion, his body was lifted high and flew to the other side of the crater. When he landed, his body seemed to have been hit by countless bullets, and he was not far from falling apart.

Shakem, who was hiding in the pit, once again picked up a life, neither the shock wave nor shrapnel could hurt him. Still, he felt a pang of discomfort in his lungs, which was caused by the concussion from the explosion, which hurt his lungs. If he had come closer, the pothole would have been in the position of the man who had just lost his feet. Then he will also be directly shocked to death by a heavy bomb.

A 500-kilogram bomb with a radius of 30 meters is definitely a dead end.

Glancing at the corpse that was about to disperse, Shakem secretly screamed in his heart that if he had just gone out to save him, both of them would be doomed. It's just that I saw the black corpse, and the corpse parts in front of the pit.

There was endless sorrow in his heart, he had experienced several wars, and even when he was in Dunkirk, he did not feel that death was so close to him.

From the very beginning of World War II, he served in the British Army, becoming one of the first troops to enter the European continent to fight against Germany. He also participated in the Dunkirk retreat and had the privilege of being one of the thousands of people who successfully "returned home".

was also assigned to Southeast Asia, which he thought was relatively safe, but he didn't expect that the days of stability would not last long. China declared war on Britain, and he had not felt any fear or anything like that.

Thinking that war is not like that, where is it different, and that Boli is still a place worthy of a mid-level fortress. In his opinion, no matter how powerful China is, it is not as powerful as the Germans. So, he didn't worry much.

From last night, China's fierce rocket artillery made him clearly aware of it. This is not Europe, and their opponents are not the Germans. It was China, which was called a miracle, and he also saw the horror of China for the first time.

Compared to the rocket artillery of China last night, the Germans' previous attacks seemed to be playing a game with them. There has never been such a dense fire strike.

Today, he has seen the power of China even more, and he does not understand what saturation artillery strikes are, nor do they understand what carpet bombing is. But he knew that under such a bombardment, even the rats living in Boli City would be extinct.

Veterans are afraid of guns, and this is not true in such an environment.

His hands clenched the cross tightly, and his body curled up at the bottom of the hole. This is the safest place for Shakem to feel, the explosions outside have not stopped, and the bombers in the sky have not yet decreased.

God didn't take much care of him, and the whistling of the bombs came again, and it was getting closer.

"Bang!"

The explosion sounded very closely, only about 30 meters away from the pothole, and a lot of dust was blown into the pothole, and even obvious cracks appeared in the cement pit.

Shachem didn't die in the explosion, but his mind was already in shambles. The explosions and concussions made his mind a mess, his eyes full of Venus and buzzing.

At this moment, Shakem couldn't tell the difference between the north and the south, and stood up in a daze, looking at the street outside the pothole with blank eyes. Not far in front of me was an intersection, where two white soldiers and three Indian soldiers were messing around the streets.

They frantically dodged the corpses and rubble on the ground, and ran in the direction of Shakham.

"Bang!"

A bomb exploded behind the men.

"Poof!"

An Indian soldier running at the back of the line was slammed, and then as if he had been pushed down hard, he fell straight forward. I saw that there was a small blood hole in the middle of his forehead, but the skull at the back of his head was completely opened, and the fleshy brain was suddenly smeared on the ground.

After the bomb exploded, the splash of shrapnel sent him directly back to Lord Shiva's arms.

The rest of the people ran faster, and if they were to be put on in the next generation, they would all be good hurdlers. When they came to the pit, they saw Shakem standing upright. There was a slight suspicion, but they were thrown out immediately.

Several people poured directly into the pit, and the already small pit was crowded by them. And Shakem was also squeezed into the innermost part by them, and his head began to clear up at this time.

At this time, I just listened: "Huh...... Rumble! A short, poignant scream was followed by a loud explosion.

A heavy bomb hit the small crater and exploded ten meters in front of the crater.

Shakham's mind, which was about to be restored, was lost forever this time. Not only him, but also the few Allied soldiers who had just taken refuge. I thought this was their refuge, but I didn't know that it was a place of urgency.

I saw that the ground in front of the original pit had completely disappeared, and there was a large pit ten meters square out of thin air, and green smoke curled in the pit. If it weren't for the cement pavement, I'm afraid the pit would have been three or four times bigger.

A charred and blackened object fell from the sky and fell heavily into the pit, and it was a half-amputated leg! I don't know which of them was left behind.

PS: When I went to the clinic today, I didn't open my eyes, but said that it was infected with bacteria and inflamed.

In the depression, there is no way to code words, and there are still two chapters in the manuscript, and I insist.

I hope my eyes get better soon. (To be continued.) )