Return from the second dimension

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

I saw that the huge wooden boxes were opened, and then I saw that the strangely shaped aircraft were lifted out, densely arranged on the deck.

These aircraft are about two meters in length, are silver-white all over, shimmer with dazzling luster, and can take off and land vertically by remote control.

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

Because of the water world’s inability to fly high, the altitude of these aircraft is only maintained at about ten meters above the sea, and can no longer rise.

If you look down from the air, you will find that these swarms of aircraft are like schools of fish traveling through the air, rushing toward the tribal coalition forces overwhelmingly.

It didn't take long for the technicians on the ship's monitors to display the images transmitted by the aircraft.

A large number of densely packed junk warships are approaching the position of the Saint Dragon City Legion.

Through the images on the screen, everyone saw the sea survivors driving the garbage warships, and the expressions of astonishment on their faces at this time.

It seems that these aircraft are quite dangerous, so when they approached, dense arrows and harpoons flew from the junk warships, and they attacked these aircraft.

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

At this moment, an aircraft flying in the front suddenly exploded, and while making a muffled noise, countless steel balls burst out.

These flying steel balls shrouded all the survivors on the sea below like a hurricane, and the steel balls carrying horrible kinetic energy have also become used to the bodies of the survivors on the sea!

Like the sound of rain hitting plantain, a piece of blood mist suddenly rose up, and countless sea survivors screamed and fell, their bodies full of dense blood holes.

The original clear water changed its color in an instant!

With the detonation of the first aircraft, the aircraft that immediately followed seemed to be infected, exploding one after another over the junk warships.

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

The sound of these explosions was accompanied by screams full of pain!

Before the two sides met, Sacred Dragon City used a large number of aircraft to give the tribal coalition a fierce disarm!

The cost of this kind of micro-aircraft 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 explosive bomb is mainly aimed at killing indoor targets, it still has a lethal power that cannot be underestimated when used in the open!

What's more, this small cloud explosive bomb is not an ordinary weapon. It has been specially modified by the scientific research personnel of Holy Dragon City, and its lethality is more than improved.

In the face of such horrible weapons, the marine survivors who have only a small amount of protection cannot effectively resist them.

At this moment, I saw a series of aircraft bursting open, setting off a blossoming bloody wave among the tribal coalition forces, and the screams were endless as the people fell over and over!

Even if the sea survivors have raised their shields for defense, how can simple shields prevent the penetration of such terrorist weapons? Many people raised their shields and screamed, and blood was constantly gushing all over their bodies.

"Quick, quick, knock them down!"

A tribal chief was so angry that he yelled at the harpoon beside him and smashed it against the sky.

There was just a crisp sound, but all the aircraft that came into contact with the harpoon were thrown around by the huge force, and then plunged into the sea again.

The tribal magicians on the junk warships even propped up their protective shields to protect themselves and the people around them.

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

At this moment, the sea survivors who had come back to their senses were also launching attacks against the flying aircraft in the sky, throwing away almost everything around them.

More and more weapons were thrown into the sky, causing the aircraft that arrived behind to be destroyed one by one, falling into the sea one after another.

Because of the air ban restrictions of the water world, the power of these weapons that only waited to fly against the sea surface was greatly reduced, so that when they approached the tribal coalition forces later, only two or three of the ten aircraft would successfully detonate.

But even so, it still caused extremely heavy casualties to the tribal coalition forces, especially the psychological pressure that caused the tribal coalition forces to be somewhat timid before fighting.

When the last aircraft was shot down, there were floating corpses on the sea around the tribal coalition forces. The junk warships were beaten to pieces, and the sounds of wailing and groaning came one after another.

The two sides have not yet contacted, and the Holy Dragon City has already caused such a large casualty to the tribal coalition forces. If it is officially contacted, the casualties are likely to be more serious.

For a time, many tribes could not help but feel a hint of retreat.

However, in the hearts of more sea survivors, there is irresistible anger, because the deaths of relatives, friends and companions have severely stimulated them.

A tribal chief grabbed a broken aircraft from the water, smashed it viciously, his eyes were red, and he roared unwillingly.

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

The attack in just a few minutes had caused half of his tribe to be affected, and more than hundreds of casualties were injured.

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

This is only the casualties of one of his tribes, the casualties of other tribes are also serious, and what's more, almost the entire tribe was injured by the steel balls shot when the aircraft exploded!

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

"Damn Sacred Dragon City, I swear, I absolutely want you to pay for it!"

It is a pity that no one pays attention to the oath of the patriarch of this little tribe, because they are busy rescuing the wounded and repairing the riddled junk warship.

However, the tribe monks who were stimulated by this tragic sight were still there, and they all had their eyes cracked, their teeth clenched as they watched the blood-soaked seawater.

"Defeat Sacred Dragon City and avenge the people!"

A tribe member stood up from his companion's body, raised his simple weapon, gritted his teeth and roared.

Hearing this, the survivors on the sea also raised their weapons, shouting the same slogans, their eyes were red, and they wished to fight to the death in front of the Holy Dragon City now!

In a blink of an eye, the entire sea surface was full of shouts of blood and hatred for revenge, which also made the originally gloomy-faced Hydra tribe leader, a faint smile slowly emerged from the corners of his mouth.

He stretched out his hand and waved, yelling in the direction of the holy dragon city: "The whole army speeds up, fights the holy dragon city to the death, and avenges the people who just died!"

As soon as the voice fell, I saw all the garbage warships rushing forward at the same time, and the speed was more than twice as fast as before.