Super Trick or Treat System

He drank. Then he suddenly sat down at the table, put his head in his arms, and began to cry and cry like a little boy, full of emotional passion, while I was curious about my recent despair, but stood beside him, wondering.

It took a long time for him to calm down and answer my question, and then he was confused and answered intermittently. He was the pilot of the artillery and only acted for about 7 points. At that time, the shooting took place in the entire public place. It is said that the first party of Mars was slowly crawling towards the second tank under the cover of a metal shield.

Later, the shield was staggered on the tripod legs and became the first fighter I have ever seen. In order to control the bunker, the gun he was driving did not shoot near Hosell, and it was its arrival that prompted this action. When the turning gunman walked to the rear, his horse stepped on a rabbit hole, fell off, and threw him to the ground. At the same time, the gun exploded behind him, the ammunition exploded, and there was fire all around him, and he found himself lying under a pile of charred dead people and dead horses.

He said: "I'm still, because my first quarter was riding on a horse's head. We were wiped out. There is also the smell-my goodness! Like roasted meat! The fall of the horse hurt my back. , I had to lie there until I felt better. It was like a minute has passed since the parade, and then stumbled and banged!"

"Annihilate!" he said.

He hid under this dead horse for a long time, sneaking through the public area. The man in the cardigan tried to hurriedly swept it out in the small pit. Then, the monster stood up and began to walk leisurely among the few fugitives, its head-shaped hood spinning like the head of a man in a cloak. A kind of arm carries a complex metal shell, green flickering, and heat rays emerge from its funnel.

Within a few minutes, as far as the soldiers saw, no creatures were left in public places, and all the bushes and trees on the bones that were not blackened were burning. The cavalry were walking on the road beyond the curved ground, and he saw nothing. He heard Maximus rattle and then became still. The giant rescued Woking Station and its houses until the very last moment. Then for a while, the heat rays were taken on, and the town became a fiery ruin. Then, the thing turned off the heat ray, then turned it to the artillery, and began to walk into the sultry pine forest hiding the second pump. In this way, the second glittering Titan was established from the pit.

The second monster followed the first, and the artillery began to crawl towards Heather very cautiously over the hot dust of the heather. He managed to survive in the ditch on the side of the road, so he fled to Woking. The story there became mad. This place is impassable. It seems that some people there are still alive, largely crazy, and many people have been burned and scalded. He was thrown aside by the fire, hiding in the nearly charred broken wall, and one of the Martian giants returned. He saw this man chasing someone, tied him to a steel tentacles, and bumped his head against the trunk of a pine tree. Finally, after night fell, the artillery rushed to the embankment.

Since then, he has been walking in the direction of Maybury, hoping to escape the danger of London. People hid in the war and cellars, and many survivors fled to Woking Village and Send. He was swallowed by thirst until he found that a water pipe near the railway arch had been smashed, and water was emerging like a spring on the road.

That's the story I got from him, bit by bit. He told me more and more calmly, and tried to show me what he saw. He has not eaten since noon. He told me at the beginning of the story that I found some mutton and bread in the storage room, and then brought it into the room. We did not light any lights because we were worried that Martians would be attracted, and our hands would touch bread or meat again and again. When he spoke, things about us disappeared from the darkness, and the trampled bushes and the tattered rose trees outside the window became different. There seemed to be many people or animals rushing across the lawn. I started to see his face black, and without a doubt my face turned black.

After eating, we quietly went upstairs to my study, and I looked out from the open window again. Overnight, the valley became a valley of ashes. Now the fire has decreased. Where there used to be flames, smoke is now flowing. However, the countless broken houses hidden at night, dilapidated houses, and blasted and blackened trees, are now horrible in the ruthless light. However, luck escaped everywhere-here is the white railway signal, there at the end of the greenhouse, the wreckage is white and fresh. Never in the history of war has there been such unscrupulous and widespread destruction. With the sun shining in the east, three metal giants stood around the mine, their front enclosures spinning, as if they were investigating the desolation they had caused.

In my opinion, the pit has expanded, and a series of bright green steam gushes out towards the bright dawn-constantly upward, spinning, breaking and disappearing.

In addition, there is a pillar of fire surrounding Chobham. At the beginning of the day, they became the pillars of bloodshot smoke.

twelve.

What is my impression of the destruction of Weybridge and Shipton.

As dawn approached, we withdrew from the window viewing the Martians and walked quietly downstairs.

The artillery agreed with me and thought the house had nowhere to live. He said that he proposed to go to London and then rejoin his fort. Horse Artillery 12. My plan is to return to Leatherhead immediately. The power of the Martians left me so impressed that I decided to take my wife to New Haven and immediately go abroad with her. Because I have clearly realized that the country surrounding London will inevitably become the scene of a catastrophic struggle before such creatures can be destroyed.

However, a third column was placed between us and Leatherhead, with a guarding giant on it. If I stay alone, I think I should seize the opportunity to attack across the country. But the artillery persuaded me: "It's not good for the right wife," he said, "make her a widow." Finally, I agreed to walk north with him under the cover of the woods before he separated from him. Therefore, I will bypass it significantly.

I should start right away, but my companion has been serving, and he knows better than that. He asked me to ransack a flask in the house filled with whiskey. We lined each available pocket with a packet of biscuits and a piece of meat. Then we crawled out of the house and ran as fast as possible to the road where I stayed up all night. The house seemed empty. Three scorched bodies were placed on the road, leaning against each other, and hit by heat rays; people put down some things here, such as clocks, slippers, a blessing of birth, and other valuable items. Turning around the corner toward the post office, a small cart was filled with boxes and furniture. No one was riding a carriage, stepping on the broken wheels. A cash box was hurriedly opened and thrown under the debris.

Except for the orphanage’s hut, which is still burning, no houses here have suffered a great loss. The heat rays scraped off the top of the chimney and passed. However, apart from ourselves, there seems to be no living soul. I think most of the residents have fled Old Woking Road, the road I took when I drove to Leatherhead, or they have gone into hiding.

We walked down the alley, the body of the man in black, now soaked in hail overnight, broke into the woods at the foot of the mountain. We push them to the railroad without encountering a soul. The woods across the line are nothing but scarred and blackened ruins in the woods. Most of the trees have fallen, but there are still a certain percentage of them standing, with dark stems and dark brown rather than green leaves.

If you like the best trick or treat system, please collect it: (ltnovel.com) The best trick or treat system has the fastest literary update.