Aeronautics -- Fiction; Cities and towns -- Fiction; Science fiction; War stories
Holding still to our triangular formation in that wild mélange of
sight and sound, our ships levelled out once more, high above the city
again now, and with only a scant dozen having been reached by the hail
of heat-shells that had rushed after us from beneath. Then we were
speeding westward over the tremendous city, high above it, scorning
to stop for the swarms of patrol-cruisers that were dashing toward us.
Those cruisers were rushing with suicidal fury toward us with every
heat-gun detonating, but our own gunners were plying our batteries
even as we dashed forward above the air-city, and on all sides of us
the patrol-craft were flaring and fusing and crashing down toward the
city beneath! Here high over the city, though, the shells of all the
heat-guns that now were booming toward us could not reach us, and
through battling ships and whirling beams and gloom of night we rushed
westward over the giant air-city until in a moment more we were pausing
over the western arsenals, and the western plaza where rested other
massed cruisers of the great European battle-fleet. And then as I gave
another order we were diving once more, down toward those buildings and
cruisers!
The Second Blow
This time, though, all the colossal city beneath us was roused and
roaring with fury as we shot downward, and from beneath there slanted
up toward us a terrific hail of shining heat-shells from all the city's
great batteries. Eastward the cruisers that had escaped our bombs there
were rising and forming to attack us, while, even as we shot down, the
cruisers beneath were rising and flinging themselves to one side for
the moment to escape our swooping rush and bombs. But through storming
shells and blinding beams we shot again on our terrific dive, until in
another moment our fleet was levelling again above them and as Macklin
drove our cruiser level before the rest I had pressed the remaining
buttons, had sent our remaining heat-bombs whirling downward with those
of all the ships about me! And then as our ships curved upward again,
our terrific blow struck, the bombs were finding their mark again, were
flaring and fusing with terrific heat and power into another giant mass
of melting metal and awful heat there at the city's western edge.
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