I Have a City in a Different World

As the attack order was issued, a large number of busy figures appeared on the two huge metal floating islands.

I saw a huge wooden box being opened, and then I saw a series of peculiarly shaped aircrafts being carried out and densely arranged on the deck.

The length of these aircraft is about two meters, the whole body is silver-white, with a dazzling luster, and it can take off and land vertically by remote control.

As the technicians chose to start, these aircraft immediately made a humming sound, and then continuously vacated from the deck, covering a large area of ​​the sea like a dark cloud.

Because of the limitation of water world's inability to fly high, the height of these aircraft is only maintained at about ten meters above the sea, and can no longer be raised upwards.

If you look down from the sky, you will see that this piece of aircraft is like a school of fish traveling through the air, rushing towards the tribal coalition army overwhelmingly.

It didn't take long for the images sent back by the aircraft to appear on the monitors of the ship's technicians.

A large number of densely packed garbage warships are heading towards the location of the Holy Dragon City Legion.

Through the image on the screen, everyone also saw the sea survivors who were driving the garbage warships, and the shocked expressions on their faces at this time.

It seems that these aircraft are quite dangerous, so the moment they approached, the junk warships also flew dense arrows and harpoons, attacking these aircraft.

The actions of these sea survivors are obviously to drop the aircraft into the sea.

At this moment, an aircraft flying in the front suddenly burst open, and at the same time as it made a muffled sound, countless steel balls burst out.

These flying steel balls are like a gust of wind and rain,

Covering all the sea survivors below, the steel balls carrying terrifying kinetic energy are also used to entering the bodies of those sea survivors!

In the sound of rain hitting bananas, blood mists suddenly rose up, and countless sea survivors screamed and fell, their bodies covered with dense blood holes.

The originally clear water changed color in an instant!

With the detonation of the first aircraft, the aircraft that followed it seemed to be infected, and they exploded in the air on these junk warships one after another.

Just like the sound of firecrackers during the New Year, one after another, one after another!

In conjunction with these explosions, there were screams and wailings full of pain!

Before the two sides met, Shenglong City used a large number of aircraft to give the tribal coalition a ruthless dismount!

The cost of this kind of micro air vehicle is not very high, and it is undoubtedly more affordable than the millions of missiles.

The weapon carried on the aircraft is actually a small cloud bomb.

Although the cloud bomb is mainly aimed at killing indoor targets, it still has lethality that cannot be underestimated when used in the open air!

What's more, this kind of small cloud bomb is not an ordinary weapon. It was specially transformed by the scientific research staff of Shenglong City, and its lethality has not only improved by a grade.

In the face of this terrifying weapon, the marine survivors who only have a small amount of protection are simply unable to effectively resist.

At this moment, I saw the aircraft burst open one after another, setting off a flower of bloody waves among the tribal coalition forces. When the people overturned the boat, the screams were endless!

Even those who were left at sea had raised their shields for defense, but how could simple shields stop the penetration of this terrifying weapon. Many people held up their shields and screamed, blood gushing all over their bodies.

"Quick, quick, knock them down!"

A tribal patriarch was so angry that he roared and picked up the harpoon beside him, and smashed it towards the sky.

There was only a crisp sound, but all the aircraft that came into contact with the harpoon were smashed by huge force and flew around, and then fell into the sea again.

The tribal magicians on the junk warships put up protective shields one after another to protect themselves and the clansmen around them.

After the initial shock and panic, the tribal coalition has recovered from the panic.

At this time, I saw the survivors of the sea who had recovered, and they all attacked the aircraft that were constantly flying in the sky, throwing almost everything around them.

More and more weapons were thrown into the sky, which also caused the aircraft that came behind to be destroyed piece by piece, falling into the sea one after another.

Because of the air restrictions in the water world, the power of these weapons, which only waited to fly close to the sea, was greatly reduced, so that only two or three of the ten planes would successfully detonate when they approached the tribal coalition.

But even so, it still caused extremely heavy casualties to the tribal coalition forces, especially the psychological pressure, which made the tribal coalition forces a little timid before fighting.

When the last aircraft was shot down, the sea around the tribal coalition was full of floating corpses, the junk warships were battered with holes, and the sound of wailing and moaning was one after another.

The two sides have not yet contacted, and the Holy Dragon City has already caused such a large number of casualties to the tribal coalition forces. If there is official contact, the casualties will be even more serious.

For a while, many tribal people couldn't help but feel a sense of retreat.

But the hearts of more sea survivors are uncontrollable anger, because the death of their relatives, friends and companions has seriously stimulated them.

A tribal patriarch grabbed an aircraft that was broken in two from the water, smashed it viciously, his eyes were red, and he roared unwillingly.

He turned his head to look at the messy sea behind him, and there was a deep sense of pain and hatred in his eyes.

The attack of just a few minutes just now caused half of his tribe to be affected, and the casualties exceeded hundreds.

And his son, who was also shot in the heart by a steel ball in the explosion just now, died of anger at this moment!

This is only the casualty of one of his tribes. The casualties of other tribes are also light and heavy. What's more, almost the entire tribe was injured by the steel balls shot by the aircraft when they exploded!

Looking at the corpses and injuries of his own clan, the clan chief of that tribe was already shaking with anger.

"Damn the Holy Dragon City, I swear, I will definitely ask you to pay your debts with blood!"

It's a pity that no one pays attention to the oath of this little tribe's patriarch at the moment, because they are all busy rescuing the wounded and repairing the junk warship riddled with holes.

However, the tribal monks who were stimulated by this tragic scene were still very crowded.

"Defeat the Holy Dragon City and avenge the clan!"

A tribesman stood up from the corpse of his companion, raised the crude weapon in his hand, and roared with gnashing teeth.

Hearing the words, the sea survivors next to him raised their weapons and shouted the same slogan. Their eyes were red, and they wished they could fight to the death in front of the Holy Dragon City now!

In the blink of an eye, the entire sea was filled with shouts of revenge and blood and hatred, which also caused the originally gloomy-looking commander of the Hydra Tribe to slowly reveal a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

I saw him stretch out his hand and shouted in the direction of Shenglongcheng: "All troops, fight to the death with Shenglongcheng, and avenge the clansmen who just died!"

As soon as the words fell, all the junk warships rushed forward at the same time, and the speed was more than twice as fast as before.

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