"10 seconds!"
The giant helicopter's pilot shouted, but the noise of the aircraft violently shaking as it passed through the anti-aircraft barrage made his words almost impossible to make out.
The passengers in the cabin were all bathed in dim red light. One could imagine the impression they would leave on Shadow City's soldiers once the assault fully began—punishment from the sky.
"How's our landing zone lookin'?"
Unlike the other helicopters, this one was special—not only because it was larger, but because it carried the commander of the entire airborne force.
Uquett, Limp Luo's most trusted frontline commander, was also the actual commander of the entire helicopter fleet.
Standing over three meters tall, he wore relatively light thin-steel armor. One hand held the short-barreled machine gun hanging from his shoulder, while the other braced against the cabin. He stuck his head out through the open hatch and stared down through the fierce wind at the city below, already covered in fire and thick smoke.
Hearing Uquett's question, the pilot glanced at the display hanging above his head.
"The spot's wrong! But we'll reach the target, just not dead center... Damn it! I hate this thing. A Trukk would be way better than this piece of junk!"
Uquett did not reply. He kept staring below.
As they steadily descended, the large rockets mounted on both sides of the helicopter began firing with howling shrieks. They were not particularly accurate, but they covered a wide enough area.
The noise was enormous, though. He could barely hear the pilot anymore.
After the rockets were spent, the cabin began to shake, and the temperature started rising.
Uquett endured those final minutes in torment. There was nothing but noise around him. He could not see the enemies he was about to face, and until the