Soon the unmistakable heavy roar of the invading bomber fights is audible, very distinct from the noise of the lighter pursuit planes, and all make their way into the dug-out, if possible going in and around a corner. All dug-outs have two entrances, just case, and a select few are coment-Hines, with battery lighting sets and even fan ventilation, They are blasted deep down and into the solid rock of the hills on which Chungking stands. Next you hear the mulled explosion of the bombs, and feel the shock of the terrific explosions, or else you hear the buzz-saw roar of the pursuits diving on the bombers fand the ratetat-tattat_ of machine gun fre; a few minutes and it is over and you rush out to fresh alr fand to see what can be seen.
"Too often the sky is lurid from fires started by incendiary bombs. Everybody is eager for information as to where the bombs landed—for somebody's homes have been blasted to. dust—and as to whether any bombers have been shot down. There fare generally two or three waves of the attackers. Sometimes the city's anti-aircraft batteries open up on the enemy planes with their sharp, angry barking, and fingers of light' pierce the sky' searching, searching to find the enemy. Generally the Japanese lose 18 por cent. of their attacking bombers in these fights from Hankow to Szechuan. An expensive game, and not a cheerful occupation for the Nipponese airmen, The "All Clear" sounds and the tension breaks with forced laughter and chairering conversation, and all stream {o their homes, so many of which are hovels little better than the dug-out caves. Going back through the street, the city electricity Is on again—it is shut off at the "Urgent" signal—one is reminded more than anything else of pictures lof the "Last Judgment."
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