World War Zero: Iron Storm -

"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."

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."

High above, German zeppelins dropped canisters of liquefied oxygen. As they hit the ground, the temperature plummeted. Metal became brittle. The Leviathan’s treads groaned and snapped like dry twigs. The great landship groaned, tilting precariously as it ground to a halt. The Last Stand