Air warfare -- Fiction; Science fiction; War stories
Bert's mouth opened and shut, and he clutched tighter on the rail of
the bridge. For some moments--they seemed long moments--the two fleets
remained without any further change flying obliquely towards each
other, and making what came to Bert's ears as a midget uproar. Then
suddenly from either side airships began dropping out of alignment,
smitten by missiles he could neither see nor trace. The string of
Asiatic ships swung round and either charged into or over (it was
difficult to say from below) the shattered line of the Germans, who
seemed to open out to give way to them. Some sort of manoeuvring began,
but Bert could not grasp its import. The left of the battle became a
confused dance of airships. For some minutes up there the two crossing
lines of ships looked so close it seemed like a hand-to-hand scuffle
in the sky. Then they broke up into groups and duels. The descent of
German air-ships towards the lower sky increased. One of them flared
down and vanished far away in the north; two dropped with something
twisted and crippled in their movements; then a group of antagonists
came down from the zenith in an eddying conflict, two Asiatics against
one German, and were presently joined by another, and drove away
eastward all together with others dropping out of the German line to
join them. One Asiatic either rammed or collided with a still more
gigantic German, and the two went spinning to destruction together. The
northern squadron of Asiatics came into the battle unnoted by Bert,
except that the multitude of ships above seemed presently increased.
In a little while the fight was utter confusion, drifting on the whole
to the south-west against the wind. It became more and more a series
of group encounters. Here a huge German airship flamed earthward with
a dozen flat Asiatic craft about her, crushing her every attempt to
recover. Here another hung with its screw fighting off the swordsman
from a swarm of flying-machines. Here, again, an Asiatic aflame at
either end swooped out of the battle. His attention went from incident
to incident in the vast clearness overhead; these conspicuous cases of
destruction caught and held his mind; it was only very slowly that any
sort of scheme manifested itself between those nearer, more striking
episodes.
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