The Queen's armed helicopter squadron flew low, a pressing mass of darkness like a swarm of ravenous bumblebees. The bullets hung under their short wings, numerous and dense, reflected the metallic gloss in the sunlight, permeating an aura of death.
Armed vehicle fleets without anti-aircraft weapons were like fat rabbits having eaten their fill in the autumn fields, they could only make hasty retreats. Although the vehicle-mounted 20mm cannons were incessantly roaring, they were leaving an impression of powerlessness instead of being effective. Let alone the short range, even if the helicopters were to hover overhead, the cannons couldn't penetrate their armor.
The ten helicopters of the first team shuddered slightly, and the hung bullets spray out dozens of rocket shells. With blazing tails, they bust through the azure sky.
