Super Trick or Treat System - Chapter 1008
“The road! The road! The Martian is here!”
Almost no one stopped to stay away from the flood. The lane is slanted towards the main road, the opening is narrow, and it looks like it is coming from the direction of London. However, a kind of human whirlpool entered its mouth. The weak bent down from the river. They rested for most of the time before falling into it again. After walking a little along the driveway, two friends lay down, a man with bare legs, covered with **** rags. He is lucky to have friends.
A short old man, with a gray military beard and a dirty black coat, shrank up, sat beside the trap, removed his boots, his socks were stained with blood, threw out a small pebble, and went down. Then a little girl who was only eight or nine years old cried alone and was thrown under the hedge by her brother.
“I can’t continue! I can’t continue!”
My brother woke up from his surprise, lifted her up, spoke softly to her, and took her to Miss Elphinstone. As soon as my brother touched her, she became very still, as if afraid.
“Ellen!” a woman in the crowd screamed, tears in her mouth-“Ellen!” Then the child flew away from my brother suddenly, crying “Mother!”
“They are here,” said a rider, walking along the driveway.
“Road, over there!” A carriage driver stood high; my brother saw a closed carriage driving into the lane.
People overwhelmed each other to avoid horses. My brother pushed the pony and the chaise back into the hedge, and the man drove by and stopped at the turn. It was a carriage with a pole on it, and it could ride two horses, but only one was on the road. My brother dimly saw two men lifting things on a white stretcher from the dust, and then gently laying them on the grass under the privet hedge.
One of them ran to my brother.
“Where is the water?” he said. “He is dying, very thirsty. It’s Lord Garrick.”
“Lord Garrick!” said my brother; “Chief Justice?”
“Water?” he said.
My brother said: “There may be taps in some houses. We don’t have water. I dare not leave my people.”
The man pushed the crowd towards the door of the corner room.
“Go on!” the people said, rushing to him. “They are here! Go on!”
Then, a bearded eagle-headed bearded man with a small handbag distracted my brother. When my brother’s eyes rested on it, it split and scattered a large number of monarchs who seemed to break up into individual coins when they hit the ground. They rolled back and forth between the feet of the struggling man and the horse. The man stopped and looked at the pile awkwardly when the axle of the taxi hit his shoulder, making him run. He screamed and avoided, the wheels were shaved thinly by him.
“Road!” These men wept for him. “Give Way!”
After the taxi drove by, he immediately opened his hands and lunged on the coin pile and began to stuff a few coins into his pocket. A horse approached him, and after a while, he rose halfway up again, and he fell down by the horse’s hoof.
“Stop!” my brother screamed, pushing a woman away, trying to catch the horse.
Before he touched, he heard a scream from under the wheel, and saw the rim of the poor pony passing over the back of the poor pony from the dust. The driver of the cart rushed and whipped my brother, who ran around behind the cart. The shouting confused him. The man was struggling in the dust of his scattered money, unable to ascend because the wheel broke his back and his lower limbs were limp and died. My brother stood up and yelled to the next driver. A man riding a dark horse reached out to him.
He said, “Take him out.” Then, my brother grabbed his collar with his empty hand and pulled him to the side. But he still held his money tightly, looked at my brother fiercely, and hit his arm with a few pieces of gold. “Go on! Go on!” An angry voice shouted from behind. “Road! Road!”
The pole of the carriage hit the carriage, and the man on the horse’s back stopped and shattered. My brother looked up, and the man in gold twisted his head and bit his wrist holding the collar. There was a concussion, the black horse dangled sideways, and the carriage pushed aside. The width of the hoof made my brother’s feet lose his arms. He released his grip on the fallen and jumped back. In front of the poor mess on the ground, he saw his anger turned into terror. For a while he was hidden, my brother was backed up, carried through the entrance of the driveway, and had to fight in the torrent to get back to his original state. .
He saw the young lady covering her eyes, and a child, a child who wanted to be full of compassionate imagination, staring at something dusty with open eyes, things turned black, stood still, and was The roller was crushed. “Let’s go back!” he yelled and began to turn the pony around. He said: “We cannot cross this hell.” They went back a hundred yards until the fighting crowd was hidden. As they passed the curve of the driveway, my brother saw the face of the dying man in the ditch under the virgin, deadly and pale, beaten and sweaty. The two women sat in silence, squatting in their seats, shaking.
Then, at the corner, my brother stopped again. Miss Elphinstone was pale and pale, but her son was crying, not even daring to call “George”. My brother felt scared and confused. After they retreated, he immediately realized how urgent and inevitable it was to try to cross this passage. He turned to Miss Elphinstone, suddenly resolute.
He said: “We must go that way.” Then he led the pony round.
For the second time that day, the girl proved her quality. In order to forcibly break into the crowd, my brother jumped into the traffic and stopped a taxi when she drove the pony over his head. A wagon locked the wheels for a moment, and tore a long fragment from the recliner. After a while, they were caught by the stream and rushed forward. My brother used the coachman’s whip across his face and hands with red, hurriedly climbed onto the couch, and took the rope from her.
“Aim the revolver at the person behind,” he said, “if he uses too much force, we will give her the revolver.” No! Point it at his horse. “
Then he started looking for an opportunity to drive on the right side of the road. But once he appeared, he seemed to have lost his will and became part of that dusty rout. They swept Chipping Barnett with a torrent. They were nearly a mile from the center of the town, and then rushed to the other end of the road. This is noisy and indescribable chaos; but the repeated appearance of roads both inside and outside the town relieved the pressure to a certain extent.
They crossed Hadley eastward, on both sides of the road, in another place farther away, they met a large number of people drinking by the river, and some were fighting by the water. Further away, from the calm near East Barnet, they saw two trains running slowly towards each other without a signal or command-the train was packed with people, and there were even people behind the engine. Middle-Drive north along the Great Northern Railway. My brother thought they must have been packed outside London, because the people’s horror and fear made the Central Station impossible.
They stopped near this place until the rest of the afternoon, because the violence that day had completely consumed all three of them. They began to suffer from hunger. The night is very cold, they dare not sleep. In the evening, many people hurried to the road near where they stopped, fleeing the unknown danger in front of them, and walked in the direction my brother came.
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