[Maintain speed. We'll enter open waters in five minutes.]
[Attention, all ships. "Iron Curtain Operation" is officially underway. All units, raise readiness to level one!]
Fog hung over the strait like leaden clouds, shrouding it like an iron curtain.
The most complex naval weapon humanity had ever built sailed across the sea-
The Truman, a steel behemoth 332 meters long, pierced the iron curtain.
For a moment, it seemed as though the ship itself had brought the curtain with it.
Its mere appearance on the sea was enough to make people lose all thoughts of resistance.
Coastal residents, nearshore fishermen, disguised pirates.
No one would dream of taking on a carrier strike group. Everyone feared that the beast prowling through the fog might suddenly bare its fangs.
The Iron Soldiers' synchronized footsteps rang across the deck.
Compared with the earlier versions, these Iron Soldiers had significantly more jet modules, and their appearance had become rounder. Their streamlined design made it easier for these robots, weighing two or three hundred kilograms apiece, to control their posture in the air.
Besides the ordinary airborne robots, whose bodies were closer in size to humans, they had also added tracked robots as large as tanks, or even slightly bigger.
So this was what it felt like to earn military merit without going to the front lines.
Two soldiers watched as all the soldiers representing America's might boarded the aircraft. Usually, they were the ones getting on the planes.
Whoosh-
[Red One, mission confirmed. Conducting an airstrike. Approaching target.]
The pilots aboard the aircraft, however, looked somewhat tired.
Soon, shells would rain down on the water.
At least they wouldn't be the ones dying.
Military police strutted through the streets, thieves glanced around from the roadside, and actual workers hauled wooden crates.
Watching the robots