But for tonight, the Caspian Corridor was silent.
Liang keyed his comm. "Jin, start recycling their scrap. We have a new Overlord to build. And this time... give it two Dragon's Breath turrets."
"All units, defensive formation," Liang said, his voice calm. "Deploy the Overlord. And Jin... authorize the Dragon's Breath upgrade."
The Overlord tank rolled out of the war factory—a behemoth of reactive armor and twin 140mm cannons. But Dragon's Breath was the v4.0 special: napalm-tipped shells that left burning walls of fire. Fire that the GLA couldn't recycle.
The three gunships turned, their belly turrets rotating. Blue laser designators from Chinese artillery danced over the Recycler's rusted hide. Then the Spectres fired.