Aeronautics -- Fiction; Cities and towns -- Fiction; Science fiction; War stories
For it was plainly visible, upon the great screen beside me, that the
commanders of the enemy were striving to form their great circle into
a line that could meet our own more effectively in mid-air. We saw
their cities rushing inward and changing formation there beside us;
but we knew that our change had come and so hung upon the flank of
the great mass of cities, our line rushing along it with all our guns
turned toward it. And now, though Quebec was falling in our line, our
guns had sent down Copenhagen, Yokohama and Calcutta in the mass beside
us; since by now we had raced past the mass of the European air-cities
and our guns were thundering against the Asiatic cities. Their guns
roared sullenly in answer to us as we flashed past them; but, for the
moment, in their disorganization, in their attempts to reform swiftly
from their circle into a line like our own, their fire was seriously
hampered by their own movements. In that moment we were pouring a
smothering hail of shells upon them, and city upon city was whirling
downward in wild destruction.
Then suddenly, with a supremely swift effort, their circle had
lengthened, straightened, their confusion of the moment had vanished;
and their cities had formed almost instantly into a long line, like
our own, but longer than our own. We found ourselves in that moment
with our own line parallel in mid-air to theirs, a mixture of European
and Asiatic cities directly opposite us; and then, as we raced on,
they were racing on with us, their own batteries thundering with
newly-released fury, as they sought to blast us from the air beside
them! I heard the sharp order of the First Air Chief beside me, and
held New York steady at the head of our line. The two great city-fleets
were racing through the air in a great running fight, with every gun
thundering!
Directly opposite New York there raced, at the head of their line, the
mighty air-city of Peking, third of the three great air-capitals. The
two giants were evenly matched; and now at the head of our respective
lines we engaged in a tremendous duel in mid-air, a duel so intense
that, almost, I forgot the fate of the rushing armadas behind us. In
all New York about us mighty fountains of brilliant light and awful
heat, were flaring with each salvo of heat-shells from the Asiatic
capital. But, at the same time, our own gunners were working their
batteries like madmen; and we could see similar giant craters of fusing
metal springing into being over all the vast mass of clustered towers
that was Peking. Far behind in the enemy's line raced the third great
air-capital of Berlin; and we guessed that it was now from Berlin that
the movements of all our foes were being directed. But so awful was the
battle that we were undergoing with the Asiatic capital opposite us
that for the moment we forgot almost all else.
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