After opening the door again, what Alan saw was a world like purgatory.
"Whoops!" With a sharp sound of cutting through the air, Allen turned over and entered the small building again almost subconsciously.
In this short moment, Allen completed a series of actions of turning over, jumping back to the small building, and closing the door behind him.
Unfortunately, when he stretched out his right hand to close the door, it was caught by the flames of the sputtering gasoline bomb, and it suddenly burst into flames.
"Ah!" With a huge scream, Allen quickly curled up into a ball.
He is not a professional soldier with excellent psychological quality. Under the burning flames, Allen once again transformed into what a 15-year-old child should look like.
Due to excessive panic, more and more places on Allen's body were covered with flames as he rolled on the ground, and they became more and more prosperous.
What's even more terrible is that the flames consume a lot of oxygen in the narrow corridor where Allen is.
Soon, Allen felt that the oxygen was obviously thin.
"Touch!" Under the severe burning pain, Allen finally found some sense, turned over quickly, kicked open the door and rushed out.
The exposed area on the back of his right hand was severely burned, and his British Boy Scout uniform was also blackened by smoke.
Allen knew that his right hand must have been crippled, and the right side of his face was in burning pain. He looked like 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 himself.
, a charred little corpse.
A burning man in the distance was still rolling on the ground. Allen recognized it as a company commander in his children's camp. The 14-year-old company commander was already twisting in pain.
They formed a group and let out bursts of wailing.
Everything that could be seen on the street was scorched black. Most of the child soldiers with the same identity as Allen were dead, and the few survivors were also wailing hysterically.
Walking on a messy street, Allen stumbled, looking at a construction area filled with flames 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 man's face appeared in front of his eyes. The old man who was trying to persuade Allen and the others to leave just now was in Ai at this moment.
In front of Lun, he screamed and twisted and struggled feebly on the ground, eventually turning into a pile of burning black coals.
All this happened in just a few minutes...
"We must leave this hellish place immediately!"
Allen finally completely forgot about his dramatic responsibilities as the battalion commander, and turned back to what a 15-year-old child should look like, and couldn't help but tremble.
Not only Allen, but the tragic image of this generation has caused all the remaining survivors in Allen's camp to completely lose their courage.
These boy scouts, who were originally composed of children, finally fell apart at the last moment.
In fact, all the children from the Churchill Youth Brigade, including Allen and his friends, who were scattered throughout North London, turned pale with fright at this unprecedented terrorist bombing.
Unlike ordinary incendiary bombs, napalm bombs bring not only flames, but also emotions of terror.
Those children who were brainwashed by Churchill, in their heartfelt fear, would only forget the chicken blood they were beaten and become the purest boys.
This was not the place they should be in the first place. The napalm bombing only reminded the children of fear, replacing the brainwashing that Churchill had given them before with fear.
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After opening the door again, what Alan saw was a world like purgatory.
"Whoops!" With a sharp sound of cutting through the air, Allen turned over and entered the small building again almost subconsciously.
In this short moment, Allen completed a series of actions of turning over, jumping back to the small building, and closing the door behind him.
Unfortunately, when he stretched out his right hand to close the door, it was caught by the flames of the sputtering gasoline bomb, and it suddenly burst into flames.
"Ah!" With a huge scream, Allen quickly curled up into a ball.
He is not a professional soldier with excellent psychological quality. Under the burning flames, Allen once again transformed into what a 15-year-old child should look like.
Due to excessive panic, more and more places on Allen's body were covered with flames as he rolled on the ground, and they became more and more prosperous.
What's even more terrible is that the flames consume a lot of oxygen in the narrow corridor where Allen is.
Soon, Allen felt that the oxygen was obviously thin.
"Touch!" Under the severe burning pain, Allen finally found some sense, turned over quickly, kicked open the door and rushed out.
The exposed area on the back of his right hand was severely burned, and his British Boy Scout uniform was also blackened by smoke.
Allen knew that his right hand must have been crippled, and the right side of his face was in burning pain. He looked like 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 himself.
, a charred little corpse.
A burning man in the distance was still rolling on the ground. Allen recognized it as a company commander in his children's camp. The 14-year-old company commander was already twisting in pain.
They formed a group and let out bursts of wailing.
Everything that could be seen on the street was scorched black. Most of the child soldiers with the same identity as Allen were dead, and the few survivors were also wailing hysterically.
Walking on a messy street, Allen stumbled, looking at a construction area filled with flames 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 man's face appeared in front of his eyes. The old man who was trying to persuade Allen and the others to leave just now was in Ai at this moment.
In front of Lun, he screamed and twisted and struggled feebly on the ground, eventually turning into a pile of burning black coals.
All this happened in just a few minutes...
"We must leave this hellish place immediately!"
Allen finally completely forgot about his dramatic responsibilities as the battalion commander, and turned back to what a 15-year-old child should look like, and couldn't help but tremble.
Not only Allen, but the tragic image of this generation has caused all the remaining survivors in Allen's camp to completely lose their courage.
These boy scouts, who were originally composed of children, finally fell apart at the last moment.
In fact, all the children from the Churchill Youth Brigade, including Allen and his friends, who were scattered throughout North London, turned pale with fright at this unprecedented terrorist bombing.
Unlike ordinary incendiary bombs, napalm bombs bring not only flames, but also emotions of terror.
Those children who were brainwashed by Churchill, in their heartfelt fear, would only forget the chicken blood they were beaten with and become the purest boys.
This was not the place they should be in the first place. The napalm bombing only reminded the children of fear, replacing the brainwashing that Churchill had given them before with fear.