Aeronautics -- Fiction; Cities and towns -- Fiction; Science fiction; War stories
In that instant, as the batteries of all three gigantic armadas
thundered, it seemed that numberless fountains of brilliant light
and terrific heat were springing into being amid the metal towers of
all the three masses of great air-cities! Great fountains of heat
unthinkable, beneath which all the metal about them fused and melted
instantly, and about which all life was scorched into annihilation! Yet
this had taken but the first moment of the battle to accomplish; and
now, as the two great circles of the European and Asiatic Federations
swept nearer, I saw that two of the foremost of the great European
cities, Paris and Lisbon, were staggering and reeling as they rushed
forward with the rest! They had met an awful storm of striking
heat-shells from our own cities; and though their great motors were
deep in their mighty bases, though the alloy of their electrostatic
towers could not be affected by heat-shells, yet the deadly hail of
shells that had fallen upon them had penetrated apparently almost down
to their great motors beneath!
I whirled to Yarnall, "Paris and Lisbon!" I cried: "They're falling
behind the rest a little--they're hit hard!"
He nodded, eyes burning now: "All east batteries concentrate on Paris
and Lisbon!" he ordered; and, as Connell's voice sent the order flying
out to our eastern massed cities, their batteries were thundering with
even greater fury.
But now all their shells were aimed toward the two crippled cities of
Paris and Lisbon, and a hell of bursting shells were flaring across
those two ill-fated giants of the air. It was as though a living wave,
of brilliant heat and light from the bursting shells, were dancing
like lightning across the two cities; and in that instant it must
have burned from them all the life in their towers, even as they were
striving to do with our own. The towers of each city became in that
moment almost a single great surface of fusing, white-hot metal; its
awfulness added to by the exploding of the stores of heat-shells and
magazines beneath the terrific flares. Out beyond them and around them
there swept other cities of the European armada to protect them. There
came Madrid and London and Moscow, all their guns thundering answer;
but now our own gunners were not to be denied of their prey. As our
batteries sent repeated storms of shells upon the two doomed cities
we saw Paris staggering, slipping to a lower level, hanging a moment
there, and then whirling sidewise downward, down to the green earth far
below! In a moment it had crashed, with a terrific rending and cracking
of metal!
I heard a dull roar of cheers rolling across our city above and between
the thunder of the guns, cheers that were redoubled a moment later as
Lisbon too whirled downward to annihilation, a mere mass of fusing
metal. But, even as the cheers sounded they were stilled, and Yarnall
was uttering further orders to our batteries.
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