"Incoming shells!!!"
Boom!
A shell slammed into the jungle. T'Challa opened his eyes and found his bodyguard shaking him hard.
"Prince! They've come to their senses!"
Boom!
Several cannon blasts overlapped. T'Challa watched dirt spray into the air, his head still reeling from the concussion caused by the shock wave.
He turned to look beside him-a massive crater had been blasted beside the Electromagnetic Cannon by naval gunfire. Most of the Silk Concrete foundation was exposed, and a gunner had lost half his body. He was carried away on a stretcher, screaming.
The heir to Wakanda's throne had to train his body and learn martial arts. Every warrior in the Royal Guard had to do the same, and they had even been tempered by actual combat, often carrying out peacekeeping missions in various parts of Africa. Their fighting ability might even be somewhat greater than his.
But at that moment, he realized:
On a battlefield like this, many people weren't eliminated because their martial arts were lacking.
It was simply because they were unlucky.
He focused on the battlefield command system: all 12 Electromagnetic Cannons were online. Only their position had come under fire!
The Drone feed showed that the bombardment had been fierce but inaccurate. T'Challa had been the unluckiest of all, caught right at the edge of the bombardment zone.
Before he could sort out his thoughts, the Drones surging into the sky suddenly accelerated, each one locking straight onto a transport plane approaching the coast!
These Drones struck the transport planes at a top speed of 250 kilometers per hour, their Armor-Piercing Alloy warheads slamming straight into the aircraft hulls-
[R&D personnel: Lier, Doctor Toomes]
Boom!
The explosions came almost simultaneously, flames staining the sky red.
Drones would change the course of future wars.
And most importantly,