HP Wendy's crossing running account

Wendy felt that the days in the Wiltshire factory were the fastest.She hasn't finalized the final plan for Ghost [-] and [-], and the school season is here.

For a whole month of August, she was cramming for all knowledge related to fighter jets.

There are two decommissioned Hurricanes in storage, as well as a brand new Spitfire.Along with the fighter jets came a whole team of aircraft maintenance personnel.

The team leader was an uncle who had participated in the First World War, and had a rotten surname——Smith.He is one of the earliest pilots in the UK. He went to the sky to fight when the plane still had four wings and the cockpit was not sealed. After suffering injuries, he went from the first line to the second line, and finally came to the rear R&D department.

Although Uncle Smith has senior qualifications, he is very patient with Wendy.No matter how basic Wendy's questions were, he took the trouble to explain them to her.

"You're about the age of my youngest daughter," he said. "You're already great."

The workers signed a non-disclosure agreement and couldn't easily go home. Apart from projecting their warmth on a few little wizards, they just rushed to work day and night.

On September 9st, the sky was clear.

Wendy should have sat on the train to Hogwarts, read books, ate and drank, chatted with friends she hadn't seen for a long time about the summer vacation, and maybe looked forward to the new courses in the third grade.But now, wrapped in a windbreaker, she stood on the runway at the Wilt Factory, watching the first test flight of the experimental magic stealth plane with binoculars.

There seemed to be nothing on the blue sky, and the military radar band could only capture some specious noises.Only through the lenses coated with codecs can one see the dark green bulky body hovering at high altitude: speeding up, lifting into the air, passing through the clouds, and dropping empty bombs... The ground liaison officer blushed with excitement, and through the radio, the loudspeaker The pilot's muffled voice came from the device: "Vision, normal", "Chassis temperature, normal", "Yes, I can see another stealth plane parked beside the airport"...

After 27 minutes of test flight, under the command of the ground crew instructor, the old "Hurricane" covered with invisible paint landed safely and slowly drove into the parking stand.It will wait here for a forecasted rain, which will be followed by a second test flight.

Having said that, the test flights under the clear sky are enough to prove the excellence of the Ghost [-] and [-].The whole team cheered, people hugged, high fived, and laughed wantonly.Wendy's ears were buzzing with their joy.

"You're a genius!" Uncle Smith jumped down on the transparent fuselage, gave Wendy a bear hug, and lifted her up to spin three times on the spot.In the loud noise, he shouted desperately: "This is an invention ahead of its time! Wendy! We will blow the ass of Goering (Commander of the Luftwaffe)!"

Wendy was disturbed by the fact that her feet were off the ground, and she pressed Smith's rough and hard forearm muscles with her palms. "Put me down." She protested, and then couldn't help smiling, "We are getting closer to success, yes, but let me down."

In such a happy atmosphere, the gloom on the face of the little Ralph who came from afar seemed out of place.He held a telegram in his hand, and the folds of his sleeves had not been smoothed out. "Dear."

Wendy fell back to the ground and looked at her guardian in a daze.

"London was bombed, just now."

Even Wendy herself didn't know that the bombing of London, which originally started on September 9, was brought forward in this time and space.Because of the appearance of Ghost 7, the Luftwaffe had no way to effectively attack the British military installations, so they had to shift their targets to densely populated large cities.In order to protect their limited military strength, the high-level British military is happy to see such a shift of goals.In order to squeeze out time for the manufacture of new weapons, London became the first victim.

However, I am afraid that Churchill himself did not expect that the German air strikes would come so fast and so crazy.Even with radar warnings and aircraft interception, thousands of shells landed on both sides of the Thames.

When Wendy hurried back to London, the prologue of blood and fire was over.Under the golden light of the setting sun, the city was devastated.Every 100 meters you walk, there are buildings screaming in the fire; the huge bomb crater on the street has broken the water pipes and electric wires; the ancient ornate stone buildings, half of them are still standing, half of them have collapsed, as if they were gnawed by the big mouth of monsters smoke and heat enveloped the teams carrying the dead and the wounded; people who had lost their homes wandered the streets blankly.

This is the result of the government's long-awaited preparations.

In Wendy's memory, only a once-in-a-century earthquake can create a doomsday scene similar to the one in front of me.

She walked through the post-airstrike city, and two plainclothes MI5 officers followed her like shadows.The man and woman had been assigned to her side since the invisibility paint program was implemented, assuming protection and surveillance duties.One of the women was even a bitch wizard.Wendy didn't ask any more questions. The experience of growing up with Anna told her: never ask intelligence personnel about their work.She doesn't even talk to them much, they can always handle their presence anyway.

Wendy looked for a familiar street among the ruins.She seemed to be walking through her own memory, unable to hear the screams of the fire alarm, nor could she see the rushing teams of volunteers.Until, she stood in front of the crumbling iron fence.

She remembered the iron fence, tall and thick, like a black spear piercing the sky, with Gothic solidity and oppression, as if it would never be broken.She remembered this iron fence, the first time she opened her eyes in this world, it was this kind of fence that she saw through the window.

Behind the half-broken fence was a pile of stone rubble two stories high.

She saw the broken door plate with the word "Wall" written on it, half a meter away from her left foot.

Her lips trembling slightly, she murmured to herself: "Really, is it just so unfortunate?" Before she finished speaking, a line of tears rolled down her cheeks.

She suddenly seemed to have landed on both feet. This city occupied by white people, this city injured in the war, is her hometown!Wendy squatted down slowly, stroking the gravel covered in gunpowder smoke with her fingers, her senses of touch, hearing, and vision gradually returned to normal.She felt the heat of the fire, the heat burning in her heart, making her almost sick.

"Wendy, Wendy."

She heard a timid voice behind her.Wendy turned around and saw a little boy wearing a gray robe from the orphanage.She couldn't remember the name for a while, and she had a vague impression of the children who came to the orphanage in recent years.

"Wendy, come here." The little boy tugged at her sleeve with his dirty hands, "Mrs. Cole said you might come back, so..."

Wendy followed the little boy to a shelter.This place was originally an abandoned subway station, and there are still two dismantled ticket gates erected in the corner of the hall.The ground was covered with blankets and belongings, and the residents whose houses were unfortunately bombed were huddled together as a family.But the order is still in good order, there are police, medical treatment, and volunteer teams.Because the German planes have already left, government supplies have begun to come in: bread, canned food, drinking water, medicine, clothes, tents... bold citizens also carry their luggage here from their homes, and Wendy even saw a young couple With a happy face, he pulled back a cart of books.

The population of Wall Orphanage is housed under a circular colonnade.The unweaned baby was sobbing and crying in the arms of the worker.The older ones huddled together in tents to sleep. They were terrified and tired when the crisis was over.Children around the age of ten are already able to help adults do things, buy newspapers, inquire about news, receive supplies, and even go to the ruins of the orphanage in shifts to wait for birds like Wendy to leave the nest.

Mrs. Cole looked tired, and patrolled this brand new little territory, only stopping when she saw Wendy approaching. "You go, go to school. Don't make trouble here."

Wendy nodded: "I'm relieved that you are all safe."

Mrs. Cole suddenly showed a bitter expression: "No, Uncle Kent, he's not here anymore."

Wendy was startled, and then she saw a brand new urn on the cage. "Uncle Kent? How come?" The last impression she had of him was the one who grabbed Billy by the collar and laughed and said, "The British army doesn't accept minors".

"When the air raids started, we went underground and he stayed at the end..."

The British showed great resilience and optimism during the September 9 air raids.Of course, this is also due to the timely rescue and abundant supplies in the capital. Starting from September 1, the wharf and railway station began to be repaired, the factory went to work normally, and the school started normally.The inspiring speeches on the radio never stopped.The king and queen refused to leave London, living with the citizens in the shadow of the air raids.

Prime Minister Winston Churchill, who just took office this summer, personally visited the bombed-out streets and encouraged the traumatized London citizens.He shook hands with everyone he met, encouraging them to work, study, and help themselves; he was angry, he gave speeches, and he shed tears.Although it was Churchill's own decision to target London to divert attention from the fascist air force, he was genuinely sorry for the victims of the air raids.

The prime minister who has experienced ups and downs has gone through 66 years of ups and downs, and he is no longer as handsome as he was when he was young.With a plump body and a cold and drooping mouth, he is a politician who rose in the war and the most staunch fighter and defender of the British Empire.

London's historic Lambeth borough has changed beyond recognition.It is close to the densely populated city center, so it is also in the area that the air strikes focus on.But there are no important factories here, nor is it a transportation hub. Churchill only needs to appease the citizens who are rebuilding their homes on the ruins.

It was at the end of the handshake queue that Churchill saw the little witch for the first time.

For a pair of insightful eyes, it is difficult to ignore Wendy from the crowd, even if her hair is still covered with dust, and her face is still stained with wet tears. The 13-year-old girl has just begun to show her slender and exquisite figure, her facial features have become more refined than when she was a child, her complexion is translucent white, and her blue eyes are like the pure polar sea.

"Even if I live another 100 years, I will not be able to understand war. Understand the mania for killing each other." She reached out to hold the prime minister's cigar-stained fingers, with a thrilling smile on her face, "But we will win .Like you said, we're going to win."

The girl let go of her hand, took a step back, then turned around and walked towards the rising sun on September 9.

The two bodyguards gave a military salute to the Prime Minister, and then left behind her silently.

A few meters away, under a rickety black iron fence, white flowers that were born by magic swayed alone in the smoke.