0p0 Third Reich Episode 443
Third Reich Episode 443
Although the significance of doing so is not great, it is as dangerous as running under a big tree to hide from the rain in a thunderstorm, but for a boy of Alan's age, he can only hide in a seemingly sturdy house to visually Avoid the horrible scenes outside first.
Rolling down the stairs with him, there was a 12-year-old platoon leader and two 9-year-old child soldiers just beside him.
What then poured in was an unpleasant thick smoke, boundless dust and darkness.
Allen's small building was also visited by the German bombing.However, fortunately, it was an ordinary bomb that was dropped on this building, not a napalm bomb.
Because there are many masonry buildings in north London, several ammunition experts from the German logistics department suggested that throwing only napalm may not be very effective, and the cost is too high.
So the German bombers used a mix-and-match bombing method of half bomb and half incendiary bomb to carry out large-scale bombing, which allowed Allen, who was hiding in the building, to live another part of his life.
As for the outside, the old man who was still talking to him just now, and the child soldiers in his battalion, Alan can't take care of them now, and he doesn't have the heart to think about them.
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After pushing the door open again, what Allen saw was a world like purgatory.
"Hoo!" With a sharp air piercing, Allen almost subconsciously turned over and entered the small building again.
In this short moment, Allen completed a series of actions of turning over and jumping back to the small building, and closing the gate.
It's a pity that the right hand he stretched out to close the door was stuck to the flames of the splashed petrol bomb, and immediately burned into a ball.
"Ah!" With a huge scream, Allen quickly curled up into a ball.
He is not a professional soldier with a strong psychological quality. Under the scorching flames, Allen changed back into the appearance that a 15-year-old child should have.
Due to the excessive panic, there were more and more places where flames were stuck to Alan who was rolling on the ground, and they became more and more prosperous.
What's more terrible is that the flames consumed a lot of oxygen in the narrow corridor where Allen was.
Soon, Allen felt the obvious thinning of oxygen.
"Touch!" Under the intense burning pain, Allen finally took out a sliver of reason, turned over quickly, kicked open the door and rushed out.
The exposed area of the back of his right hand was badly burned, and his Boy Scout uniform was blackened by smoke.
Allen knew that his right hand must have been useless, and his right cheek was in hot pain. He might have been disfigured, but he was glad that he was still alive, because he saw the bodies on the street that were about the same age as him. , a charred little corpse.
A burning man in the distance was still rolling on the ground, and Allen recognized that it was a company commander in his children's battalion.The 14-year-old little company commander was already writhing in pain and howling.
The places that can be seen on the street are all scorched and black. Most of the child soldiers with the same identity as Allen have died, and a few survivors are also wailing hysterically.
Walking on a messy street, Allen staggered a bit, looking at a building area with a sea of fire and smoke, not knowing what to do next.
Suddenly, he saw the door of a small two-story building being pushed open from the inside, and a burning old face appeared in front of his eyes. The old man who was still persuading Alan and the others to leave just now was in Alan right now. Lun screamed in front of him, twisted and struggled helplessly on the ground, and finally turned into a pile of burning black coals.
All this happened in just a few minutes...
"You must leave this ghost place immediately!"
Allen finally completely forgot his role as a battalion commander in the drama, and changed back to what a 15-year-old child should be, and couldn't help shivering.
It's not just Allen, the tragic image of this generation has made all the remaining survivors of Allen's battalion completely lose their courage.
These Boy Scouts, which were originally composed of children, finally fell apart at the last moment.
In fact, when Alan and the others came out, they were scattered throughout North London, and all the children of the Churchill Youth Brigade were frightened pale by this unprecedented terrorist bombing.
Unlike ordinary incendiary bombs, napalm bombs bring more terror than flames.
Those children who were brainwashed by Churchill, in their sincere fear, will only forget the chicken blood they were beaten and become the purest boys.
This is not where they should be. The napalm bombing just reminded the children of fear and replaced the brainwashing Churchill had given them with fear.
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After pushing the door open again, what Allen saw was a world like purgatory.
"Hoo!" With a sharp air piercing, Allen almost subconsciously turned over and entered the small building again.
In this short moment, Allen completed a series of actions of turning over and jumping back to the small building, and closing the gate.
It's a pity that the right hand he stretched out to close the door was stuck to the flames of the splashed petrol bomb, and immediately burned into a ball.
"Ah!" With a huge scream, Allen quickly curled up into a ball.
He is not a professional soldier with a strong psychological quality. Under the scorching flames, Allen changed back into the appearance that a 15-year-old child should have.
Due to the excessive panic, there were more and more places where flames were stuck to Alan who was rolling on the ground, and they became more and more prosperous.
What's more terrible is that the flames consumed a lot of oxygen in the narrow corridor where Allen was.
Soon, Allen felt the obvious thinning of oxygen.
"Touch!" Under the intense burning pain, Allen finally took out a sliver of reason, turned over quickly, kicked open the door and rushed out.
The exposed area of the back of his right hand was badly burned, and his Boy Scout uniform was blackened by smoke.
Allen knew that his right hand must have been useless, and his right cheek was in hot pain. He might have been disfigured, but he was glad that he was still alive, because he saw the bodies on the street that were about the same age as him. , a charred little corpse.
A burning man in the distance was still rolling on the ground, and Allen recognized that it was a company commander in his children's battalion.The 14-year-old little company commander was already writhing in pain and howling.
The places that can be seen on the street are all scorched and black. Most of the child soldiers with the same identity as Allen have died, and a few survivors are also wailing hysterically.
Walking on a messy street, Allen staggered a bit, looking at a building area with a sea of fire and smoke, not knowing what to do next.
Suddenly, he saw the door of a small two-story building being pushed open from the inside, and a burning old face appeared in front of his eyes. The old man who was still persuading Alan and the others to leave just now was in Alan right now. Lun screamed in front of him, twisted and struggled helplessly on the ground, and finally turned into a pile of burning black coals.
All this happened in just a few minutes...
"You must leave this ghost place immediately!"
Allen finally completely forgot his role as a battalion commander in the drama, and changed back to what a 15-year-old child should be, and couldn't help shivering.
It's not just Allen, the tragic image of this generation has made all the remaining survivors of Allen's battalion completely lose their courage.
These Boy Scouts, which were originally composed of children, finally fell apart at the last moment.
In fact, when Alan and the others came out, they were scattered throughout North London, and all the children of the Churchill Youth Brigade were frightened pale by this unprecedented terrorist bombing.
Unlike ordinary incendiary bombs, napalm bombs bring more terror than flames.
Those children who were brainwashed by Churchill, in their sincere fear, will only forget the chicken blood they were beaten and become the purest boys.