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He climbed out of the hatch onto the hull. The wind howled, carrying the metallic tang of blood and ozone. He fired three red flares—the signal for the "Iron Burial."

"Hold the line," Thorne commanded, his voice raspy from inhaling coal dust. "If we break formation, the Prussian Walkers will tear the infantry to ribbons." World War Zero: Iron Storm

Across the ridge, the remaining Allied landships saw the signal. They didn't retreat. Instead, they steered into one another, interlocking their iron plating and welding their hulls together in a desperate, makeshift wall of steel. He climbed out of the hatch onto the hull

"Abandon ship?" the first officer asked, eyes wide with terror. "If we break formation, the Prussian Walkers will

"They’re deploying the ‘Cloud-Eaters’!" a lookout yelled.

By 1912, the European front was a mangled graveyard of scorched earth and twisted metal. They called the latest offensive the . The Vanguard of Rust

The engagement began not with a bang, but with a rhythmic, mechanical thrum that vibrated in the marrow of Thorne’s bones. The Leviathan’s forward batteries—massive 400mm cannons—thundered in unison.