Super Trick or Treat System
Chapter 994:
Friday night.
In my opinion, of all the wonderful and wonderful things that happened that Friday, the most unusual thing is that the ordinary habits of our social order coincide with the beginning of this series of events. If you bring a compass and draw a circle with a radius of 5 miles around the bunker on Friday night, I doubt if you will have a person outside unless it is with three or four cyclists or Londoners Dying from compatriots, their emotions or habits are completely affected by the newcomers. Of course, many people have heard of this cylinder and talk about it in their leisure time, but it certainly does not make people feel ultimatum to Germany.
In London that night, poor Henderson’s telegram described the gradual release of the camera. This was judged to be a "duck tongue pie." His evening paper was killed after his identity verification and no reply was received and he decided not Printed special edition.
Even within five miles, most people are inert. I have described the behavior of the men and women with whom I talked. People all over the area are dining and eating. Workers are gardening after a day's work, children are put to bed, young people are wandering in the alleys of sex, and students are sitting on books.
Maybe there is a noise in the streets of the country, a novel and dominant topic in public places, messengers everywhere, even witnesses to the incident that happened later, aroused excitement, yelling and running back and forth But most of the time, daily work, eating, drinking, and sleep continue as in the past countless years, as if there is no Mars in the sky. This is the case even at Woking Train Station, Horsle and Chobham.
At the intersection of Woking, the train stopped for an hour. Others shuffled on the siding, passengers got off the train and waited, everything proceeded in the most ordinary way. A boy from the town was fighting for Smith's monopoly while selling newspapers and afternoon news. The crash of the truck, the sharp whistle of the engine at the junction, and the cry of "Martian!" were mixed. The excited people came to the station with shocking news, about nine o'clock, and it did not cause more trouble than alcoholics. The noise of Londoners gazed at the darkness outside the car window, and saw the rare, flickering sparks jumping from the direction of Horshl. The red light and the thin smoke screen filled with the starry sky thought nothing more Something serious. Any disturbance is detectable, it is only on the verge of common ground. There are six villas burning on the border of Woking. All houses on the common side of the three villages have lights, and people there are awake until dawn.
A group of curious people wandered incessantly, people coming and going, but on the Chobham Bridge and Horsell Bridge, the rest of the people still exist. Later it was discovered that one or two adventurous souls walked into the darkness and climbed near Mars. But they never came back, just like the beam of a warship searchlight sweeps over an ordinary airplane, over and over again, the heat rays are ready to follow. Otherwise, the large public area was silent and desolate, and the charred corpse lay under the stars all night until the next day. Many people heard the sound of hammering from the pit.
So you have developments on Friday night. In the center, this cylinder sticks to the skin of our old planet like a poisoned arrow. But the poison has hardly worked yet. It is surrounded by a silent and ordinary place, in some places sullen, distorted postures everywhere, and some dim, fuzzy objects are placed. There are burning bushes or trees everywhere. Beyond the fringe of excitement, the inflammation has not spread. In other parts of the world, the flow of life still flows as usual. War fever will continue to develop. This war fever can block veins and arteries, weaken neurasthenia and destroy the brain.
Throughout the night, the Martians worked on the ready machines, falling asleep non-stop, tirelessly, constantly hammering and stirring, a series of green and white smoke around the stars.
Approximately 11 companies of soldiers passed through Hossall and deployed along the common edge to form a cordon. Later, the second company passed through Chobham and deployed on the north side of the public area. Earlier in the day, several officers from the Inkman Barracks were in a public place, and one of the Eden Majors was reported missing. The colonel of the regiment came to Chobham Bridge and was busy asking questions to the crowd at midnight. The military authorities are certainly alive with the seriousness of such matters. The next morning, at about 11 o'clock, the documents could say that a light cavalry squadron, two Maximus and about 400 soldiers of the regiment started from Aldershot.
A few seconds after midnight, the crowd on Chertsey Road in Woking saw a star falling from the sky into the pine forest in the northwest. Its color is green and emits a silent brightness like summer lightning. This is the second cylinder. The battle begins.
Saturday is my day of suspense. Tell me this is also a day full of troubles and sultry heat, and the barometer fluctuates rapidly. Although my wife slept soundly, I slept very little and I got up very early. I went into the garden before breakfast and stood listening, but for ordinary people, only the lark was stirring.
The milkman comes as usual. I heard the rattling of his chariot, and I turned around to ask for the latest news. He told me that during the night, the Martians were surrounded by troops and expected to have guns. Then-a familiar, reassuring note-I heard the train heading for Woking.
The milkman said: "Don't kill them, if it can be avoided."
I saw my neighbor gardening, chatted with him for a while, and then went in for breakfast. It was the most common morning. My neighbor believes that the troops will be able to capture or destroy Martians during the day.
He said: "It's a pity that they made themselves so inaccessible." "It would be curious to know how they live on another planet; we might learn a thing or two."
He came to the fence and stretched out a few strawberries because his gardening was both passionate and enthusiastic. At the same time, he told me about the burning of pine wood on the golf course.
"They said," he said, "there is another lucky thing that falls there-second place. But what is certain is that this money will cost the insurer quite a bit until everything is resolved." He speaks this way with the greatest sense of humor. He said that the woods were still burning and pointed out the smoke to me. He said: "Because of the dense soil of pine needles and turf, they will last for several days under your feet," and then become serious because of "poor Ogilvy."
After breakfast, I decided not to go to work, but to walk towards ordinary people. Under the railway bridge, I found a group of soldiers-say engineers, they are men in small round hats, and they are wearing dirty red jackets, revealing their blue shirts, dark trousers and boots. They told me that no one was allowed to cross the canal, and along the road leading to the bridge, I saw one of the cardigan soldiers standing by the sentry. I talked to these soldiers for a while. I told them what I knew about Martians the night before. None of them saw the Martians, they only had vague ideas, so they asked me questions. They said that they did not know who authorized the troops' actions. Their idea is to have a dispute in the horse guard. Ordinary engineers are better educated than ordinary soldiers, and they discuss the special circumstances of possible battles with a keen attitude. I described the heat rays to them, and they started arguing with each other.
An insider said: "I got up under cover and drove them,"
"Take it!" the other said. What to cover up "this kind of" eating? Keep cooking! What we have to do is get as close to the ground as possible, and then ditch."
"Blow your battle! You always want to fight; you should have born a rabbit."
"Then they don't have necks?" the third person said suddenly, a pensive little man, smoking a pipe.
I repeated my description.
He said: "Octopus, this is what I said. Fishermen talking about men-this is a fish warrior!"
The first speaker said: "This is not a murderer of a beast like that."
"Why not deprive those old things and finish them?" said the short man. "You want to tell them what they will do."
"Where is your shell?" the first speaker said. "There is no time. Do it in a hurry, this is my tip, and then do it immediately."
Therefore, they discussed. After a while, I left them and went to the train station to get as many morning papers as possible.
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