Aeronautics -- Fiction; Cities and towns -- Fiction; Science fiction; War stories
I gazed anxiously at Yarnall, a strange dread taking possession of me
for an instant as the tremendous armadas came on. Would he never give
the order to fire? He was sitting still as a carved statue, his eyes
upon the screens and his lips compressed; and in that moment there
came to me a dim sense of all the terrific responsibility that weighed
upon him, the leader of a third of earth's cities and peoples battling
against the remainder of mankind. Silent he sat and still, while the
great approaching armadas rushed nearer, their cities coming more and
more distinctly into view in our far-seeing screens. In another moment,
I knew, another thunderous broadside would be belching toward us. But,
just as I looked for it to come, Yarnall spoke a single word and, as
Connell's swift voice sent that word flying out to all our cities,
as my own flashed it to all the batteries of our center-most city of
New York, there was a hush of a split-second. And then, out from all
our own hundred giant cities, there broke such a titanic thundering
detonation as seemed to shake violently all the air about us! And, an
instant later, we saw the heat-shells from our batteries falling in
thousands upon the two advancing armadas, upon their rushing gigantic
cities, and flaring into white-hot craters of fusing metal.
Before that terrific blow the two advancing masses seemed to stagger a
little in mid-air, to hesitate for an instant; but then they advanced
steadily onward and their own great batteries thundered an answer to
our salvo. Then, as the two giant circles drew nearer to our own on
either side, the whole world seemed swallowed again in one ceaseless
thundering of sound. The giant batteries of all our great air-cities
burst forth again, to send a storm of heat-shells rushing east and
west upon our enemies! The air between us and the armadas nearing on
either side must have been filled with shells in that moment; for we
saw tremendous flares there in mid-air as shells of ours met some of
theirs and burst. But few of them did that, most of them whirling
through the air to burst and flare in all their awful destroying heat
and brilliance upon the air-cities!
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