The war of the future had arrived too early, and it seemed it would never end.
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 World War Zero: Iron Storm
Thorne looked at the map. If they fell here, the road to Paris was open. He looked at his men—men of soot and grease, more machine than human after years of cybernetic "repairs" forced by the scarcity of medicine. The war of the future had arrived too