"On this narrow road, with this damn weather, looking around, all I see are swamps and melted buildings. There’s no romance in this, no romance… but if I say that, will the Florida guys get mad?"

"These are the bastards who dropped nukes on Disney World to stop the enemies. If we start looking for romance here, won’t the National Guard guys just slice us up and scatter our bodies in the Texas fields as fertilizer?"

"Haha, well, at least the crops will grow well, right? Anyway, get out of the way. The road-clearing tanks are finally here."

On Florida's FL-25 highway, mid-July, rain and strong winds.

On a road 12 kilometers west of Disney World, dozens of tanks move in staggered formations. These tanks, which were either unseen or rarely seen in Florida before, or only on the frontlines of fierce battles, are now advancing in large groups.

The brigade commander, wearing a helmet labeled "OLD IRONSIDES," poked his head out from the hatch of his command APC and surveyed the surroundings. The path was a mess. Especially when looking at the rusted cars stretching endlessly along the road that the tanks had to advance on.

Despite the grumbling, they didn’t hate the scene itself. They were armored soldiers, living and dying by the tank, members of the glorious 1st Armored Division.