But for every machine the Allies downed, two more marched out of the haze. This was the horror of the Iron Storm: an endless assembly line of destruction.
"Abandon ship?" the first officer asked, eyes wide with terror. World War Zero: Iron Storm
"Pressure at eighty percent, Captain!" the engineer shouted through a brass speaking tube. "The boilers are screaming!" But for every machine the Allies downed, two
Captain Elias Thorne stood in the conning tower of the Leviathan-7 , a landship the size of a city block. It moved on sixteen massive iron treads, churning the French mud into a black slurry. Around him, the "Storm" was literal. It wasn’t rain that fell from the soot-choked sky, but a constant drizzle of oil and shrapnel from the aerial dreadnoughts clashing above the clouds. "Pressure at eighty percent, Captain