World War Zero: Iron Storm Site

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."

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. 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

Through his periscope, Thorne saw them: the Stahlsturms . They were four-legged mechanical monstrosities, three stories tall, emerging from the chemical fog like prehistoric beasts made of riveted steel. Their heat-rays flickered, turning the raindrops into steam before they could hit the ground. The Storm Breaks They didn't retreat

"No," Thorne said, drawing his flare gun. "We aren't a ship anymore. We’re a fortress."