Happiness seems to be getting farther and farther away...... As he thought about this, he listened to the long, mournful siren sound piercing the sky, and John, a commoner in London, England, stood on the street he was familiar with and raised his head. Squinting his eyes, he saw the group of bombers on the horizon, and he saw the barrage of anti-aircraft guns on the ground.

Since the second appearance in Manchester, the butcher has appeared in British airspace again after four days, this time on a larger scale and more intensively. John saw a fighter jet with the Royal Air Force logo on its wings not far away, dragging smoke from the sky to the ground, making a terrible sound tearing through the air.

What he didn't know was that it was the last of the 20 Hurricane fighters that took off today to intercept the bomber group. During the bombing of the suburbs, the British Air Force dispatched all the fighters they could make in an attempt to intercept the Germans' strategic bomber group, but was caught by surprise by the FW-190D fighters that suddenly appeared above the clouds.

The appearance of the German fighter unit, which had a numerical superiority and had more combat experience with pilots, in London, made John, a civilian standing on the ground at a loss, think of a terrible question: Could it be that the Germans were so close to Britain that they could take off fighters?

The other day he was chatting with two officers sent by the military to inspect the dugouts, and he talked about the German bombers that bombed London. The two officers from the Air Force were obviously more knowledgeable than John, and said that those were just new long-range bombers, and there were no fighter escorts, and they only dared to come once in a while, and it was not so terrible.

John remembered this profound analysis, and when he came home in the evening, he didn't forget to show off to his wife. But now he saw the smaller, more nimble fighters that could knock the British Air Force fighters into the sky, and made it clear to John that the Germans seemed to be getting closer.

But soon he had to move his feet, for those terrible bombers seemed to be getting closer and closer. From below, the huge one looked like a sacred cross soaring into the sky. It's just that this cross does not bring good luck, but on the contrary, it can bring death and destruction.

The black dot was detaching itself from the torso of the plane and falling towards the ground in the distance, and every second there was a dull explosion, while the earth was trembling in another rhythm, so that John's trembling legs couldn't figure out which leg to take to escape first.

The German bomber had already passed over his head, and a block away a napalm burst out, and John saw the building be lit into a giant torch, and the people inside jumped from the height with the flames, letting out a scream that made his hair stand on end.

Luckily, there was the entrance to the bomb shelter next to him, and he was so frightened that he fled down the stairs, no matter what terrible things happened on the ground. He was accompanied by a young officer, followed by a foul puff of smoke and boundless dust and darkness.

The bomb that was dropped on the edge of the bomb shelter was not a napalm incendiary bomb, but an ordinary bomb. Because there are many brick and stone buildings in London, the effect of only throwing incendiary bombs was discussed by several ammunition experts and felt that the effect would not be too good, so the German bombers adopted a hybrid bombing method of half bombs and half incendiary bombs, as for the effect, it remains to be verified.

When John, who was lucky not to die, got up from the entrance to the dimly lit bomb shelter, he found that the young British officer who had rolled in with him was dead, his head twisted to a strange angle from rolling down the stairs, and his facial expression was unsightly.

John moved his body and found that his body did not seem to be broken or sprained, so he let out a sigh of relief, patted the dust off his body, and stood up. He looked at the corpse beside him, walked over and felt for his pockets, snatched the money and watches into his arms, then stared at the revolver on the corpse's waist, gritted his teeth and pulled out the gun and inserted it into his belt, and shoved a few spare bullets into his pocket.

He shifted his steps, away from the corpse, and returned to the wide, bright street. It's just that it's no different from hell on earth now, and there are cries and crackling fires everywhere, which sounds terrifying to the extreme.

John frowned, looked at the buildings burning into ruins in the distance, and looked at the people who kept rolling on the ground, their skin was peeled and blackened, and there was not the slightest fear in his heart, only a trace of indifference.

"Save my child, please save him, save him!" a woman rushed from the side, hugged John's thigh, and pleaded hysterically, the sound of which seemed to pierce John's eardrums.

John was startled by the woman who suddenly rushed over, and looked in the direction of the woman, and saw that a wooden building on the other side had burned to ashes, and not far away a child-sized piece of charcoal was still billowing hot black smoke.

"Madam, your son is dead, I can't do anything!" John replied with some hesitation and helplessness as he looked at the mad woman.

"No, he's still saved, he's saved, please, save my son, save my son!" the woman still wailed, hoarse, and the marrow-piercing grief made John uncomfortable.

He broke free of the woman, fled, returned to the dugout once more, walked through the stairs, passed the corpses, opened the heavy gates, fled into the deep cavern, and ran in the direction of his wife and children, leaving no longer the mother who was still mad about her son.

Finally ran to the position, and saw that his wife and children were sitting on the ground, trembling with fright from the explosion and vibration just now, John was relieved again, knelt beside his wife, hugged his family, and cried loudly.

I don't know how long it took for the family to stop crying, and they also noticed that there were suddenly more people in the bomb shelter, including old people and children, men and women, one after another, group after group. John knew that it was because the bombing was coming again, and people would no longer dare to live in their homes, so he fled into the bomb shelter to escape the call of death.

Of course, there are also people who, like John, have no homes, and they are taken by the officers to bomb shelters everywhere and arranged for them to live in places similar to refugee camps, which can be regarded as solving the problem of accommodation for the homeless.

John arranged his own family, piled some luggage around to protect half of the original chassis, and then explained a few words to a few familiar "neighbors" around, begging these familiar friends and neighbors to take care of his family, and then shuttled into the crowd again and walked out of the dim bomb shelter.

He was a nearby assistant defender, so he naturally had to rush to the standby location to wait for instructions from the military, which was his job and one of his current sources of income. Of course, John was looking forward to the German bombing, hoping that he could do more work in exchange for food and subsidies from the military - but what he never expected was that the second bombing would be so bloody and so manic.

He slipped out of the gate of the bomb shelter, passed by the unheeded corpse, and continued up the stairs, where he froze, stiff and unable to take a step. For he saw the woman begging him to save her son, and now she was burning with her son in her arms, no more shouting or madness, but only a beating flame.

Finally, John looked away with difficulty, resisted the urge to vomit and vomited, and continued to take a step, walking towards the place where he had assembled, and when he walked there, he found that many people had arrived, and the leader was still the officer who was familiar with John.

"Morning, good morning. Sir...... John walked over to the officer and whispered a greeting.

"John, is there still a place for your bomb shelter?" the officer asked, "Can you squeeze out a piece of space for my wife and son to move in?"

"When I came out, it was full. Without even thinking about it, John replied, "But it's okay to squeeze two people in my area, it's a big deal, I'll sleep outside with you." ”

"Thank you. The officer nodded, which was considered to be an acknowledgement, and then said casually: "It's not a good idea to enlist in the army now, but I still have a little power, join the army and be my deputy, so I don't have to go to the front line." ”

John knew that this was the reward, and if he didn't get a good position now, then if he started a mass conscription after a while, he wouldn't know where he was going to serve in the army. So John nodded, "Thank you then, sir." ”

Then John helped the officers assign the task of dividing the gathered citizens into small groups and began to clear the rubble and extinguish the fire. There is nothing they can do about the burning buildings, and they will have to wait for the fire trucks to arrive, but I heard that the fire trucks have rushed to the factories in the suburbs, so it is estimated that it will take a while to burn here.

During the break, John told the officer about picking up a pistol, and surprisingly the officer didn't take it seriously, he just nodded, and told John to keep it for himself. Then John said the mad woman again, and this time the officer was silent.

It was a long time before he spoke, "John, this is a war. In the war, we can't save any of us but ourselves......"