A bomber formation made up of twelve Dragonfly transport planes swept over the marked bombing zone on the map.
Once again, the experienced Pigmen pilots took the lead, with the lead plane guiding the way while the other eleven wingmen held formation beside it.
They fed flight parameters such as altitude, airspeed, approach angle, and wind speed into a formula to calculate the approximate release point. The lead plane then signaled the wingmen to drop their payloads, after which they opened the cargo doors and the bombardiers simply slid the bombs, already mounted on rails, out one by one.
Using transport planes to haul bombs was reckless in every sense of the word, but a lack of accuracy could always be made up for with numbers.
One aerial bomb after another fell into the marked urban district like dumplings dropping into a pot, and clusters of orange-red fire quickly erupted between abandoned highways and high-rises.
Most of the high-rises left behind from the Prosperous Era were extraordinarily sturdy.
Even after two hundred years of weathering and a round of carpet bombing, most buildings still retained their main structural integrity.
Only one hundred-meter-tall skyscraper, likely struck in its load-bearing structure by an aerial bomb, began slowly collapsing northward from somewhere around its middle floors.
Watching that apocalyptic sight, along with the rolling dust blasted through the smog and rising hundreds of meters into the air, Brother Ice and Fire standing by the cabin window could not help clicking his tongue.
"Holy crap... is all this really necessary for one sniper?"
Though they did the same thing in reality, it was usually just a guided missile or a few grenades.
They rarely went to such extravagant lengths as dispatching an entire bomber formation to deal with a single sniper.
This was kind