The Artilleryman and the Fighting Machine

Journalist：
The hammering from the pit and the pounding of guns grew louder
My fear rose at the sound of someone creeping into the house
Then I saw it was a young artilleryman weary streaked with blood and dirt
Artilleryman：
Anyone here
Journalist：
Come in
Here drink this
Artilleryman：
Thank you
Journalist：
What's happened
Artilleryman：
They wiped us out
Hundreds dead maybe thousands
Journalist：
The Heat Ray
Artilleryman：
The Martians They were inside the hoods of machines they'd made
Massive metal things on legs Giant machines that walked
They attacked us They wiped us out
Journalist：
Machines
Artilleryman：
Fighting machines Picking up men and bashing 'em against trees
Just hunks of metal but they knew exactly what they were doing
Journalist：
Mmm
There was another cylinder came last night
Artilleryman：
Yes
It looked bound for London
Journalist：
London Carrie I hadn't dreamed there could be danger to Carrie and her father so many miles away
I must go to London at once
Artilleryman：
And me
Got to report to headquarters if there's anything left of it
Journalist：
At Byfleet we came upon an inn but it was deserted
Artilleryman：
Is everybody dead
Journalist：
Not everybody
Look Six cannons with gunners standing by
Artilleryman：
Bows and arrows against the lightning
They haven't seen the Heat Ray yet
Journalist：
We hurried along the road to Weybridge
Suddenly there was a heavy explosion
The ground heaved windows shattered and gusts of smoke erupted in the air
Artilleryman：
Look There they are What did I tell you
Journalist：
Quickly one after the other four of the fighting machines appeared
Monstrous tripods higher than the tallest steeple striding over pine trees and smashing them
Walking engines of glistening metal
Each carried a huge funnel and I realized with horror that I'd seen this awful thing before
A fifth machine appeared on the far bank
It raised itself to full height flourished the funnel high in the air and the ghostly terrible Heat Ray struck the town
As it struck all five fighting machines exulted emitting deafening howls that roared like thunder
Martians：
Ulla Ulla
Journalist：
The six guns we had seen now fired simultaneously decapitating a fighting machine
The Martian inside the hood was slain splashed to the four winds and the body nothing now but an intricate device of metal went whirling to destruction
As the other monsters advanced people ran away blindly the artilleryman among them but I jumped into the water and hid until forced up to breathe
Now the guns spoke again but this time the heat ray sent them to oblivion
Martians：
Ulla
Journalist：
With a white flash the Heat Ray swept across the river
Scalded half-blinded and agonized I staggered through leaping hissing water towards the shore I fell helplessly in full view of the Martians expecting nothing but death
The foot of a Martian came down close to my head then lifted again as the four Martians carried away the debris of their fallen comrade
And I realized that by a miracle I had escaped
Martians：
Ulla Ulla Ulla