12dz Chapter 286 The Disaster of the Air-Raid Shelter
Chapter 286 The Disaster of the Air-Raid Shelter
Inside the dim and damp Allied air-raid shelter, the atmosphere was suffocatingly oppressive.
At first, no one noticed anything unusual, but they vaguely felt that the vibrations around them seemed to have weakened a little.
Until someone broke the silence and asked in confusion: "What's going on? Why did the roar of our planes seem to have suddenly disappeared, but the sound of bombing outside has started again?"
A single stone caused a thousand ripples, and everyone looked up, their faces full of anxiety.
Someone immediately speculated: "Could it be that our plane ran away?"
As soon as the voice fell, someone immediately objected, "That's impossible! Our planes only arrived a short time ago. How could they just run away? And judging by the noise, there must be at least a hundred of them. They can't just run away right after arriving."
Everyone was talking about this, and they all felt that this matter was too strange.
At this moment, a trembling voice emerged from the corner: "Could it be... that all our planes were destroyed by the fighter planes of the Great Qin Empire?"
As soon as he finished speaking, someone scoffed and cursed, "That's impossible! I've received reliable intelligence. The aircraft we're sending into battle this time are incredibly powerful, with super-advanced performance. They're the result of the hard work of our scientists, day and night, and the culmination of the wisdom of all walks of life across the country. How could they be destroyed so easily?"
Another person echoed, "Exactly. Even if the Great Qin Empire's fighter planes are powerful, they can't possibly destroy all 200 of our planes in such a short time. Maybe they're using a decoy tactic to lure our planes away."
But the questioning voices were raised again: "Then why did the planes of the Great Qin Empire start bombing again?"
This question made everyone fall into silence, and no one could explain it.
After a long while, someone tentatively asked, "Is there anyone who is not afraid of death who would like to go out and see what is going on?"
After a brief silence, a young voice rang out: "I'll go." Then a figure rushed out resolutely.
A moment later, the outside world seemed like hell on earth. He looked up, and with just one glance, he was terrified.
Like birds with broken wings, one after another, their own planes plummeted from the sky, swathed in thick smoke and flames. The wreckage streaked across the sky like streaks of despair.
In the sky, the fighter planes of the Qin Empire were flying freely like an overlord patrolling its territory. The bombs under their wings flashed with the cold light of death, and a new round of large-scale bombing had already begun.
The young man was so frightened that his face turned pale as paper, and his legs began to tremble uncontrollably. He turned around and rushed back to the air-raid shelter, screaming in fear: "Oh no! All our planes have been shot down by the planes of the Great Qin Empire, and now they are turning around to bomb our port!"
"what?"
When everyone heard this, they were struck by lightning. Shock and fear spread quickly in the air-raid shelter like a plague.
They could never have imagined that the air force they had placed high hopes on and regarded as a magic weapon for victory would be completely destroyed in the blink of an eye.
Someone subconsciously glanced at his watch, his face paling even more. He muttered in a trembling voice, "The whole process took less than twenty minutes. Our two hundred planes were wiped out by fifty of theirs. How...how is this possible?"
This cruel reality plunged everyone in the air-raid shelter into deeper fear and despair.
"Now that we have lost our air support, we can only take the beating. We dare not even breathe. Going out means we will die." An old soldier sighed in despair.
"Based on the density of the bombs just now, which was like rain, our entire port would have been reduced to a sea of fire long ago. If we stay here, let alone fight, we will probably be blown to pieces before we can even get out." Another person echoed with a sad face.
For a moment, the atmosphere in the air-raid shelter seemed to have fallen into a bottomless abyss, and it was depressed and depressing to the extreme.
Everyone hung their heads, their morale completely gone, like lambs to be slaughtered.
At this moment, a pungent smell of smoke quietly penetrated into the cave.
Everyone was stunned at first, and then they were shocked.
"Oh no! The smoke outside is too thick and has already poured in. Quick, seal the hole!"
"Quick!"
Panicked shouts echoed in the cave. Everyone frantically moved everything they could to block the entrance, but the thick smoke kept pouring in like the devil's tentacles, as if announcing the desperate situation they were about to face.
As time passed, thicker smoke poured into the air-raid shelter more and more violently, like a vicious beast choosing its prey, quickly filling every inch of the cave.
The originally dim light was completely replaced by thick darkness, and only through the gaps could one occasionally glimpse the flickering fire that carried the breath of death.
The people in the cave began to cough violently. At first it was a few sporadic coughs, and then it became continuous. The sound was like the pulling of an old bellows, carrying endless pain and despair.
Every cough seemed to be coughing out the lungs. Some people covered their throats tightly with their hands and curled up into a ball, trying to relieve the torture of the suffocation. Some people had red eyes and tears welled up in their eye sockets, but they were unable to open their eyes due to the thick smoke and could only grope helplessly in the darkness.
The difficulty in breathing made everyone dizzy, and their strength gradually drained away from their bodies.
They pulled at each other, searching for a glimmer of hope in the chaos.
However, as the oxygen was continuously consumed, fear wrapped around them like a vine, tightening around them. The shadow of death was approaching step by step, as if to devour everyone in this small space.
In the increasingly cramped and dim air-raid shelter, thick smoke billowed like demonic tentacles, seeping into every nook and cranny, sucking away the remaining air bit by bit. The coughs of the coalition soldiers grew increasingly shrill, rising and falling like broken bellows wailing in the darkness.
A young soldier clutched his throat tightly with both hands, his eyes wide and bloodshot, his body twitching uncontrollably. Every labored breath felt like tugging on a rusty chain, emitting a terrifying hissing sound. Beside him, the veteran soldier, his face livid, stretched out his hands with his last ounce of strength, trying to grasp something, but his fingers only scratched at the air in vain. His legs gave way, and he fell to the ground with a thud, his eyes gradually unfocused.
In the corner, several soldiers huddled together, their faces blackened by smoke, and sweat mixed with soot flowed, forming strange grooves.
One of them took out a family photo with trembling hands, and his lips moved as if he wanted to call out the names of his relatives in this last moment, but all that came out was a broken cough.
At this time, the cave entrance was completely blocked, and the temperature inside the cave rose sharply, as if the fire of purgatory was burning fiercely.
Everyone's breathing became increasingly weaker, their bodies felt as if they were weighed down by a thousand pounds, and their consciousness gradually blurred. In this desperate situation, they could only wait for the scythe of death to be swung down mercilessly, and desperately face the impending destruction.
Before long, everyone in the air-raid shelter was gone.