"Thank you very much!" Miho bowed to her fellow tank commanders. Hearing of Oarai's plight, the commanders of their own school transferred temporarily to Oarai and brought a few of their own tanks and their crews with them as private property, reinforcing the badly outnumbered Oarai team. In front of her are Nishizumi Maho, Kay, Darjeeling, Katyusha(sitting atop of Nonna of course), Mika, Kinuyo Nishi and lastly Chiyomi Anzai (Anchovy).

"Now, it wouldn't be an honourable match now would it if you were to be outnumbered." Darjeeling sipping on the cup of tea she's holding.

"So we decided to even the numbers. Now we have a fair match on our hands." Kay cheerily said.

"Hmmph, be thankful that the great Katyusha has now come to lend a hand." Katyusha boasted.

"No need to thank us Nishizumi-dono. We are happy to lend a helping hand." Nishi proudly added. Maho and Mika nodded, agreeing to each and every one of their statements.

"Ano, how many tanks did all of you bring overall?" Anzu asked, joining the group.

"22 tanks, making it even in numbers." Maho replied to the Student President. She pondered for a moment before turning to Nishi.

"Nishi-san, can I ask you to get one more of your tanks to turn back?" Miho and the commanders were baffled by her request.

"Ummm, I can do that, but why?" Suddenly, as if to her answer her question, the sound of propeller engines can be heard over the horizon. Anzu grinned at what's about to come.

"That's why." Everybody looked at what she pointed at the sky and saw a C-130 coming over the horizon. "Kay, is that one of yours?" Darjeeling asked and Kay shook her head in response. "No, unless the school just recently bought this, which I highly doubt."

The plane swooped low over the field and opened its cargo bay door. A tank came out of its doors, landing roughly and spinning around the field, breaking loose of the tether tying it down to the metal platform under it and the parachute tied behind it. The tank quickly corrected the spin in one motion and went ahead, going to where everybody else is. Each of the different school teams were astounded by what came up to them, except Oarai who to the confusion of others were just wide-eyed.

The tank resembled the venerable T-34 tank, but with some key differences. The tank has the experimental turret of the late T-44 tank, but mounted on a T-34 chassis. The one huge (and long) difference though is the long 100mm LB-1 cannon. Strapped to the back of the turret seems to be a roll with a few bags below it. '705th' is written in bold white text on the top right side of the turret with 'ONE ROUND' written along the length of the barrel. Under it is the Iron Cross with the Japanese Mitsubishi symbol inside the middle of the cross in white. On the left side is a drawing that can pretty much represent the crew, a chibi Grim Reaper with his back towards the viewer and his head also looking to the left towards the viewer. On his right shoulder being held by both its bony hands is his scythe with a cloth bag tied to the end of the scythe, giving the vibe of a cute homeless reaper.

"Woah! Mihosha, when did you girls get a tank like that?" Katyusha excitedly asked, but got nothing in response. Miho was just as stunned as the rest of the Oarai team. Maho looked at her sister with worry. Whatever has arrived seemed to have put the entire Oarai team on a trance. The tank stopped to a halt near the group. Everybody was anxious and curious on who could've put Oarai into such a condition. Everybody watching went bug eyed on what they saw next.

Five men came out of the tank, each as unique as the next.

The commander sported the uniform of a German tank commander, wearing a black double breasted jacket underneath it is a grey shirt and, black trousers, black shoes, and to top it all off is a black ski cap on his head and the black tie on his neck.

The gunner meanwhile wears an American uniform. He wears the standard M43 uniform, a dark green jacket with an olive green shirt and leather boots, but with the absence of leggings, covering his boots and ankles. He also wears the standard American tanker's helmet with the goggles on top of it.

The loader wears a Soviet uniform, it being a dark blue boiler suit, a brown collared shirt, black boots, and a brown leather belt wrapped around the waist, Soviet tanker's cap, and goggles which is strapped to the cap. The man though seemed to have the black boots, which cover most of his lower legs, hidden under the suit.

The radio operator/machine gunner looked similar to the loader because of his boiler suit, but that's where all similarities end. Unlike the loader, the man wears a British tanker uniform, a brown boiler suit with numerous pockets compared to the Soviet one. He also wears black ankle boots and a black beret.

The driver seemed to be the most different of the bunch. He wears an IJA tanker's uniform. Though the brown jacket, pants and belt aren't that unique, the white gloves on his hands and the brown wrappings on his lower legs are definitely unique to the Japanese. He wears the standard Japanese field cap with his goggles also strapped above the cap's rim.

What made them even more different is that each of them corresponds to their uniform. The commander is of German descent, his blonde hair being covered by his cap. The gunner being of American-Mexican descent has black hair and light brown skin. The loader is Russian with dirt brown hair and a great moustache covering his upper lip. The radio operator/machine gunner is British with short black hair. Lastly, the driver is definitely Japanese or the very least comes from Asia with the man sporting a shaved haircut.

The men calmly walked towards the Miho and the others, everybody stunned at the development. As the men got closer to Miho, the others stepped back allowing the men to line up in front of her. With as much vigor as possible, all five of them saluted the young girl.

"Houshou Issei, ready to charge into enemy lines commander!"

"Simon Brody, ready to relay your orders commander!"

"Comrade Boris Sokalov, ready to brawl comrade commander!"

"Don Ender, ready to kick their teeth in commander!"

"Friedrich Mannheim, my crew and I await your orders commander!"

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"EEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHHH….."

The men cannot help, but grin and smile.