Chapter 42 41 bernard

The hut was burning with flames.Under the blinding firelight, people are like dwarfs feeding monsters.Buckets of sediment and water columns are like wet foam in a pot, which has no effect at all.Everyone shouted.A brother shoved a bucket into my hand, his face contorted with panic, his arms chained to hell.I ran to the fire site, and the heat wave hit me head-on, and the scorched smoke made me blink, like hot iron wire scraping my eyeballs.I was compelled to stop, and walked quickly, but had to stop a few feet behind the shed like the others.I splashed the water far away, in vain, but if I came any closer, the monster would eat me alive.

Order is needed.I think it is very obvious that the most basic order is needed. Line up in a straight line, and a team that divides labor to transport water can quickly reduce the fire, and then move forward to put out the fire. Line up!I shout, line up!But no one listened, and everyone ran in a panic without a clue.hurry up!You people, line up!I grabbed a brother and asked him to stop and listen to my idea.He dropped the bucket on my feet, splashing water all over my boots. What are you going to do?Get out!He said. Line up!I yelled, but he was gone.The same goes for the next person.Somehow, I ended up sitting on the ground.I had to do this, I hugged a man's leg and pulled him down to make him pay attention to me.He looked at me under mutual gaze.I gasped and said: We must be sensible and line up He punched me hard in the face and yelled at me to calm down.At this time, the roof of the burning fire collapsed with a loud noise, and the green afterglow made me dizzy.Now expecting the people in the shed to escape is like expecting the piglet hiding in the straw house to escape.

Then the wall crumbled, and the flames aroused were like brilliant fireworks shining in the night.The flames jumped to the other side of the shed and continued to burn, and everyone still splashed water on this side of the shed with buckets.Queue Macy's must be able to get everyone lined up. The fire truck arrived in a bumpy way.It's too slow.The people in the rumor are not real firefighters, those mechanical transport firefighters were discharged last month.Clearly, these people who are operating have no idea what they are doing.I quickly got up to help them pull the water hose and demonstrate how to operate it.I've seen them hundreds of times and seen them used in crashed planes.I pulled the hose out of the car and started laying along the floor.A brother shouted, "Don't touch it before it's time."I ignored him.What the hell are you doing?Damn stupid airmen!The idiot didn't let me demonstrate the operation, he pushed me away, grabbed the hose out of my hand, and ran towards the fire.You should listen to me.Water finally dripped from the spout, weak as a baby's spit. (I swear I saw) They were scratching their heads trying to resolve the situation when the flames in the shed were running out of stuff to burn.

The pipe is blocked!I yell at them.There was no way I could squeeze forward.The man holding the faucet was useless, looking at the faucet suspiciously, like something he had just discovered while unwrapping a Christmas present.But he didn't listen to advice at all. I told him I knew what to do and he elbowed me in the ribs.Get him off or I'll give him another hit!he cried.Two brothers grabbed me and dragged me away.One on each side, they didn't listen to me, they just shouted: Don't say it, don't say it! I know what to do and what is needed.There must be order, understand?I tell them.The water finally started to come out, and they got the wrong shack.absurd.not there!I yell.Struggling to get rid of the person who grabbed me.

Aim at the shack where Macy is. It's too late!cried a brother. nonsense.I said it to him, but the fool didn't hear it at all.His words stink like drains.They pushed so hard that I fell over.Now I am surrounded by police, one of them with a gun in his hand, warned me to back up when I stood up, and pushed me hard, completely ignoring that I was almost pushed down by him.He said: Come back!Just a disheveled boy telling me to shut up and maybe shout.It was impossible for him to listen to any opinions at all. Someone grabs my arm.Well, uncle, let them deal with it.It was Curley, the gatekeeper at the meeting, Curley from the shed, he came out, escaped.When I saw him, I hugged him happily, but he pulled back, his face twitching in obvious pain, letting me know he had a burn on the back of his shoulder.I asked Macy, did he escape?I don't think so.He told me that the fire started outside the door, and he and a few people rushed through the flames in time to escape, but the fire spread in the blink of an eye.Whether there were eight or ten of them I'm not sure.Thought they would follow, but

Maybe they escaped through the back door.I said. How can there be any back door, uncle? The (useless) fire engine blasted its jets of water at the shed just in time to turn the smoking ash into black mud.We were stopped by RAF police and not allowed to approach there.The black faces of the onlookers were full of horror, the man took off his shirt, his chest was still heaving, and the sweat dripped from his body like bath water.Everyone looks so helpless.Except coolies.These barracks attachés stood and chattered as calmly as a market day.They didn't come to fight the fire with buckets, not a single one.Has anyone seen them trying to help?I did not see it.Some are smiling now that the accident is over, and one even finds something funny giggling.I questioned him: what do you know?what do you know?The coolie backed away like a howling dog, but I followed him, and I could see it in his face.guilty.Maybe he set it on fire, initially only as a joke.I grab the guy's dirty loincloth, the stench coming from my hands.Who did it?what do you know

Please, my lord, I don't know, my lord, please. But I don't believe it at all, and won't be deceived by their timid looks.It could be some armed gang member, a murderous villain who would strangle his own mother for money.Shooting at us, assassinating us, and not being the first to be burned to death, is simply worse than Japanese soldiers.We all know that these odious coolies want us out of India, dead or alive.This mean, smirking Oriental shivered like a woman.But someone stopped me and grabbed my fist with both hands.The silly coolie knelt down in front of me and wept.But I was pulled away, dragged away by three brothers.I tell them: Damn idiots.What are you doing?Stopping me just as this sly and mean fellow is about to start confessing.