Despite the drama that was going on in Kuromorimine, the students of Count were preparing for their own actions. Noemi had gathered everyone in the principal's office along with Anna, the twins, Erin and Karin, Marina and Mizuki as they wanted to get blessed with luck.

"Principal Antonescu, with your recent position of getting that spot, we are surprised you began retraining the Sensha-Do team shortly after you established the Iron Guard." Noemi began. The principal was a man in his early 40s, brown hair and a gray uniform.

"Yes I see, Kuromorimine's principal has provided some assistance to us after we joined their side and then some of the younger students tried holding a rebellion but we managed to put them down in four days. Unlike Saunders, which their rebellions last for weeks. Aside from that we should be ready to join the action against Pravda and seeing how they took more than we agreed to, we decided to launch an all out attack on them when Kuromorimine says we're ready." He responded, Antonescu was no stranger when it came to firmly holding his ground and putting his foot down when he needed to.

"Yeah Pravda is going to pay and pay hard. We will have our rights back." Noemi cheered on. The others cheered as well as they were getting ready to take on the Pravda horde.

Meanwhile in Yogurt, the school was still holding out as another flurry snow storm was closing in. Pomorie and her friends were spending a cozy night with the others as they were hanging out in Yogurt Academy's lounge room. This room was a wooden type of room that moreover resembled a forest since most of the school had been ranch and farming land so might as well change the settings so they can get used to another environment. Pomorie relaxed her feet on a recliner as she had it pushed back with a cup of warm juice with her to help with the snow. Rila and Varna weren't too far away as Rila began a conversation.

"I don't know why Srebarna is letting us hang out in the lounge room? Does she know that we have a match tomorrow against Pravda?" Rila asked as she took a sip of the hot fruit juice that was handed to her. "Tastes like Raspberries." Rila put the cup down.

"We got a long series of matches ahead of us so the students are free to hang out here to prepare for tomorrow. Much like how U-Boat crews spend the day before the mission begins in a bar which they drink and play games seeing how they won't be doing that for a while." Pomorie gave her response as she began pushing the recliner down. Srebarna was off in the distance as she was shooting some billiards with Popovo and Kamchia. Clank! Pomorie got up as she left the drink at the side as she approached Srebarna.

"And there goes ball number six. Eight ball left for me." Srebarna told Popovo and Kamchia. Kamchia groaned as she still had the 10 and 14 number balls left on the table. Pomorie approached her as she looked over.

"Having fun are we?" Pomorie asked Srebarna if she was enjoying herself. Srebarna turned her head with a gentle smile.

"Yes I am. I managed to beat Popovo and now finishing up a game against Kamchia." Srebarna gave her reply as Kamchia shot the ball. It ends up hitting the 10 but the white ball she used to shoot accidently went into one of the holes. Kamchia groaned with frustration as this was the fourth time this has happened to her. "You want to play next round?" Srebarna offered her as Pomorie wasn't too keen on a game of Billiards.

"I should be good but thank you for the offer." Pomorie gave her reply. A couple of students got up as they went ahead to play a few of the games this place had to offer. The Black Jack table was open as Pomorie decided to head on over there. She soon took a seat right there as Shiroka was the first to greet her.

"Welcome to the black jack table y'all. Up for a game?" Shiroka let her accent drag as Malko was next to her.

"Sure, if it means I can pass the time." Pomorie gave her reply. She soon took a sip of her drink as this was a good way of relieving the stress of tomorrow. The cards were collected as Shiroka looked to the dealer as she had one request for him.

"Want to deal a couple for Pomorie? I think she'll like to join." Shiroka made the request clear. The dealer nodded as he dealt a couple of cards to Pomorie. Pomorie sat next to Shiroka and Beli as she took her cards.

"Excited for tomorrow's match?" Pomorie asked Shiroka if she would be ready to begin the match. Shiroka turned her head to Pomorie as the dealer was starting to make his way around.

"I pretty much am as we were able to meet the maximum threshold of required tanks. We're bringing the old Cv-33's back out since we need to keep several tanks for use on the farms and to help with the snow and ice. I bet Kuromorimine can meet this threshold easily as they're the biggest school that we have on our side. Magyar can meet the threshold as well as well as us. Gregor has got a few tanks left over but can make it to 15 tanks. Consisting of most Panzer 38ts and LT brand tanks they have organized as a mobile group. Count and The Croatian gang really lack tanks as Count only has six and the small gang on SSISSN has only about nine. Blue Division has sent one tank as their Azul volunteer force and Anzio will send another 15 to help out so that's ninety-one tanks against a hundred. We don't know what types Pravda might bring out but I would expect them to bring their standard so we can figure out ways to take them out." Shiroka told Pomorie as the cards came around to her as she made her decision. "Hit." Shiroka groaned as she busted out. Pomorie's turn to be dealt as she had a 2 and a 10.

"Hit." Pomorie made her decision. Pomorie was dealt a 7. "Stay." The dealer turned to deal Beli some cards. "But that's exactly my point, we don't know what Pravda might have in store for us, they have more tanks than Kuromorimine so even if they can make it to a hundred tanks at once, they still have a ton more left over so they can interchange their tanks while we can't and we would need to make do with the tanks we have." Pomorie turned her head as she finished watching the dealer strike himself out. He busted out with twenty-seven.

"Yippee!" Beli cheered as she had won. Pomorie was surprised.

"First time I heard Beli say something, she seemed very silent when we first got assigned to her. Shiroka looked at her as the dealer was coming around with a new deck of cards.

"That's because she is. She wishes to remain a commander for the CV-33 or a driver at least. She says a few things around me but nothing much. She drinks as much cow's milk as I do but I drink more. She'll pass out after drinking about 4 cows." Shiroka tapped the table as she wanted more cards. She received a card as she tapped again. Another card was given as she waved her hand signalling to stay. Pomorie waved her hand as she didn't want more cards. The dealer moved on to Beli.

"But it's the silent one that is the most dangerous." Pomorie told Shiroka as she turned her head back to a clock, the clock read fifteen minute to ten at night. Srebarna decided to make an announcement.

"Students of Yogurt, we're closing in 15 minutes as we have a match tomorrow, curfew begins at 10:10 so get upstairs, showered and in bed before then." Srebarna told her announcement. The students knew it was time for a curfew, which meant they needed to finish their games, get themselves washed and in bed. Fortunately for Pomorie, the game was over as she got up and began walking to the stairwell. Rila and Varna got up as they began to follow her.

"Let's hope that tomorrow can bring us something exciting." Varna told her as they went up to get themselves cleaned. Tomorrow was indeed going to be the tipping point.

Yogurt's 15 tanks cruised along as they joined up Gregor's mobile group, Count and the Croatian's group as they had about forty-five tanks total. According to Erika, Pravda had the most amount of tanks in the southern area so the most amount of tanks had been deployed to this area. Kuromorimine and Anzio had been spread out along the groups Center and North. Even with the high number of tanks that had been used. Only three of the ninety-one total tanks were Tiger tanks as Kuromorimine had used their Tiger 2s and Magyar their only Tiger 1. The rest were a balanced group of lighter tanks and tank destroyers.

"You ready to get this match underway?" Pomorie asked as she got into the turret of the Vickers tank. Varna had brought her phone as it had a metallic back. Hopefully she can play some videos or music to keep their spirits up in the cold. This was one of the milder days they chose to host the match on but it was still frigid. Varna puts her phone on the side of the tank as she was ready to read the description of the video.

"Tiny Germans and Soviets duke it out near Dubno. It's day two of von Kleist's Soviet vacation, but Zhukov has 3,500 tanks." Varna told them the description of the video. Pomorie looked down as the cold steel of the tank wasn't going to bite them that hard.

"If it will keep our morale up for the match, let's watch it." Pomorie gave the suggestion. As she was waiting for Erika's decision to begin the match. Pomorie tuned into the radio as she was waiting for Erika's words.

"Panzer Vor!" The signal was given as Varna tapped play on her phone and shifted the clutches as the tank began to roll. They were now going on the attack. The combined sounds of forty-five engines and clattering tracks dominated the air as this mass of machines tore the snow they drove upon as they advanced headlong to the east. All School Groups simultaneously engaged in offensive operations. School Group South consisted of Yogurt, Count, the Croatian gang and Gregor, a mix of lightly armored tanks with some tank destroyers. These four schools were spread out in a line to form a mobile front as they moved. In the middle were Yogurt's forces, the commanders out of their hatches to get the best visibility. Thankfully the cold wasn't as fierce as it was in the previous match so they were able to be outside without getting too uncomfortable. As the tank force progressed, Erika continued to address all Groups.

"As a reminder, this is not a flag match. It's totally annihilation. Victory will only be achieved when the last enemy tank has been white-flagged. Blitzkrieg is the paramount strategy. Speed will win us the day. Do not falter."

Once Erika's voice faded away, Pomoire elected to speak to School Group South to inform them of their own objectives.

"All tanks of the Southern force, listen up! It is estimated that we are to face most of Pravda's tanks in the Southern sector. Fifty kilometers of enemy territory lies ahead of us, and without a doubt has Pravda entrenched their tanks for a defensive battle. Our plan is simple; To breakthrough their defensives and take down every tank that crosses our sights. Once we have cleared our sector, we will swing north to flank the enemy that is engaged with School Group Center."

Beyond the boundaries of the battlefield, at a well-heated tent, the four judges for the match were within and all laid their eyes on the screens that monitored the match. The mass of blips that represented every single tank in play was astounding, and a tad bit overwhelming. One of the judges staggered back a bit and rubbed her eyes.

"All these tanks," Wallaby, vice-commander of Koala Forest's tankery team, remarked slowly. "This...This is a firefight I want to be in."

"Just look at the Kuromorimine-lead team," Kinuyo of Chi-Ha-Tan Academy said as she pointed to the screen. "A full-on mass charge. That is what I like to see!"

"All those blips on screen remind me of pasta, strangely." Anchovy of Anzio commented with a slight smile.

"Don't you have a stake in this match?" asked Alice, the child prodigy.

"Hmm?" Anchovy hummed in response.

"Anzio has sent volunteers for the Kuromorimine-led team, yes?"

The other two judges turned to look at her. Anchovy felt like she was under a spotlight. A bright and intense one.

"Well...yes," she admitted. "This was before I was approached to be a judge for the match. My school's contribution to the match isn't some secret. Anyone can easily learn about it. If the Sensha-Do Federation has no qualms about it, then I don't think anyone else should either."

The other three judges pondered for a moment.

"If you say so," responded Alice. "I just hope you aren't biased to the side that has the more familiar tanks."

"You have my word. No bias from me. Now, how about we do our job and oversee the match, hmm?"

The girls resumed their attention to the screen. Wallaby then pointed to the blips.

"Looks like they're soon to make contact with the enemy...my gosh all three fronts are going to start fighting around the same time."

"A well-coordinated offensive. Par on course for Kuromorimine. It's clear that it was them who drafted the strategy." Alice noted.

"Will this be a case of an unstoppable force meets an immovable object?" Anchovy wondered aloud. "Time will tell."

"Never liked that saying." Alice said with some distaste

"Huh? The unstoppable one?"

"Yes. People act like it's some great mystery of the universe that will never get solved, even if civilization lasts to infinity. But the truth of the matter is, that mystery has a solution."

"Yeah? Care to enlighten us, then?"

"The unstoppable force will simply punch through the immovable object. The force will slow, yes, as it punches through, but never stops. The immovable object loses a part of itself, but does not move."

"Do you think that is what is going to happen?"

Alice merely shrugged. "I dunno. Maybe I just like to hear myself talk."

Kilometers away from the warm tent the judges enjoyed, the three School Groups were about to make contact with Pravda's forces. At School Group South, a collection of Soviet tanks appeared over the horizon. All of which were in entrenched positions, hull down, their guns at the ready. Pomorie with her binoculars scanned the waiting tanks of Pravda, their turrets beginning to move as they started to pick out targets.

"BT-7s, T-26s, and a handful of T-28s," she remarked. "Their first line of defense."

The terrain ahead of them then started to get peppered with explosions.

"Now the battle can start."

Pomorie turned to Rila.

"I'm going to require rapid loading from you." she asked her.

Rila grabbed a shell, loaded it into the breech, and then grabbed another and held it firmly.

"Don't care if my arms cramp. I'll make this cannon fire like a machine gun!"

With an eager nod, Pomorie peaked out of the hatch and focused on the hostile tanks getting closer and closer. The tanks of School Group South returned fire. Volley after volley of cannon fire of various calibers was sent downrange. The accuracy was poor as they were moving at full speed, but landing hits was not the goal. They were a battering ram, ready to tear down the Pravda's first line of defense as if they were the gates of a castle. Tanks that had coaxial machine guns opened up, adding to the chaos of the scene. Tracer rounds from both shells and bullets flew from both directions, the most deadly forms of fireflies. Pravda's first line stood their ground and maintained shooting, scoring some hits and eliminating a few of their attackers. Yet the closer School Group South approached, the better their accuracy became, and with the sight of over forty rampaging toward them, Pravda's first line were beginning to regret putting all their tanks in holes as it meant that none of them could move. School Group South, suffering a bit more casualties, descended on the first line of defense like a back of ravenous hyenas. The storm of cannonfire, already brutal, descended further into hell. The Group did not stop at the line, but kept going after they passed. And what carnage did they leave behind. The entirety of Pravda's first line laid in ruins, all the tanks assigned in its defense now dormant in the holes that became their graves. White flags dotted the landscape along with an innumerable amount of craters. Most of the tanks on the first line were hit multiple times, some receiving hits even after they were white-flagged. An aspect that judges noted, but considering the utter chaos of this encounter, elected not to pursue any sort of action.

Once School Group South had the first line well behind them, Pomorie allowed herself to breath.

"Oh my...god!" she exclaimed. "My ears are ringing…"

"All that firing made it nice and warm in here." Rila remarked with a smile.

"I just drove forward...so...I did, ah, something." Varna said, increasing the volume of the video she was watching to better hear it.

School Group South pressed out, high on their victory. But there was much more to be done as they plunged further into enemy territory. Up to the north, School Group Center, too, was making progress but at a slower pace. They weren't being bogged down by enemy fire, oh no. They were simply keeping pace with the best tank in their sector, Magyar's Tiger I. The legendary machine moved forward at a steady speed, forming the tip of the spear of their attack. Pravda's forces here, composing T-28s, T-26s, BT-5s, and a fair number of T-34-76s, shoot their rounds in futility at the Tiger, with every attempt to bring the beast to a halt merely bouncing or shattering the shell. Magyar was mainly responsible for supplying the forces in their sector. In addition to the Tiger, they also fielded Turan IIs and Is, Zrinyi tank destroyers, 38M Toldis, and a Panther Ausf. G. The remainder of the forces was supplemented by Anzio's volunteers, a fair amount of CV-33s and a P-26/40. With all this combined firepower, they cut through Pravda's defenses and took every square meter of ground as they made their advance. Though the enemy was relentless in their defense, with Pravda seemingly having an infinite amount of tanks to throw at them.

Further away was School Group North. This was where Kuromorimine was located. Out of all the sectors, it was here that contained the most terrifying monsters to be unleashed on Pravda. A pair of King Tigers. The two heavy tanks formed side by side as they preyed upon the enemy. Following quickly behind were the rest of their forces, mostly composed of Panzer IVs and IIIs. This sector also sees another volunteer force to aid in Kuromorimine's crusade; Blue Division High School. They fought with a humble force made up of early model Panzer IIs and IIIs.

In all three fronts, did the Kuromorimine-led team make progress and took more and more of Pravda's territory. Though they were gaining ground, taking it was an effort and a half. In all sectors did the School Groups suffer casualties, the land behind them containing both friendly and enemy tanks with white flags. At School Group South, the commanders there counted their losses. Six of their numbers have fallen, leaving thirty-nine tanks remaining. These casualties were spread somewhat evenly among the four schools that made up this sector, so the impact was lessened. They were still strong and emboldened. Pravda's second line of defense couldn't come fast enough.

"Excellent work!" Dalmatia remarked over the radio. Her eyes then narrowed. "So far...anyway."

"With our numbers still strong, we should be able to handle their next line of defense with ease." Pomorie replied to her.

"I do like our odds. When should we expect to arrive there?"

"Can't say. Hopefully soon. The more tanks we encounter, the more we take out, the better our chances are to win."

School Group South chugged along, defiant to the weather. The path they were on was really the only option, a wide valley flanked by dense patchworks of trees. Girls were out of their hatches, staring dead ahead to catch any and all glances of the enemy. The terrarian then flattened completely, delighting the Group as it meant that they could put pedal to the metal to better increase their speed. Soon, Pravda's second line came into view. Ten long tanks, presenting their side. An odd tactic that was only made clear upon a closer look with binocular. T-35, multi-turreted tanks laid in wait for School Group South. With how the T-35s were positioned, all their guns were brought to bare; thirty in all. The Group readied themselves for another barrage of fire, and oh did it come. Once they were in range, the T-35s let loose a simultaneous broadside of shot. Thirty guns exploding at the same time, sending rounds in the same direction. The volley, so thick, hammered some of the Group's numbers, bringing them to a halt. Another broadside was dispensed and more of the Group's tanks were struck and white-flagged. Though two broadsides were all the T-35s were able to give, as the speedy nature of the Group's tanks ensured that they closed the distance fast, and once they were now in range, did they return fire. The T-35, an impressive machine, was by no means heavily armored and soon the guns of these land battleships fell silent as the remaining forces of School Group South drove by those hulks of steel and continued their march forward.

"Another line broken!" Pomorie exclaimed near triumphantly.

"Yes, but our heaviest losses yet." Rila remarked.

"True...hmm. Let's see the damage..."

Pomorie and the other commanders took stock of their situation. The Croation Gang was the school that suffered the most thus far with only three of their tanks still in play. Yogurt, Count, and Gregor still had well over half their own forces remaining. Bruised, that cannot be denied, but still definitely capable of a fight. School Group South drove for a few kilometers, and knowing that the previous two lines of defense were roughly equidistant from each other, the Group prepared themselves for the imminent encounter with Pravda's third line of defense. But nothing. They passed by an area where it looked it had tanks. Tracks in the snow told them that they had moved up north.

"They've abandoned their positions?" Pomorie remarked with puzzlement.

"They must've ran away when they learned that we tore through two lines of attack like they were mere paper!" Dalmatia boasted.

Among their Group, in a Panzer 38t was a girl named Augusta. From Gregor High School, she viewed Pravda's sudden actions not as a retreat. But as a reinforcing action. She got on the radio.

"Excuse me," Augusta began. "But on the other fronts, are they not heavier tanks like Tigers?"

"Yeah, lucky them huh?" Pomorie replied. "Would be nice to have a Tiger among us."

"Then Pravda's third line here did not retreat, they swung north. They are going toward School Group Center to reinforce their forces in that sector."

Dalmatia let out a laugh over the radio. "If they want to commit suicide by going after Magyar's Tiger, let them! For us, it means that our sector is secure! We did it! They can't have more than three lines of defense...can they?"

Pomoire thought for a moment. "We've taken out a whole lot of them. I don't know Pravda's exact numbers in this sector, but with all wrecked tanks we left behind and now their third line straight up leaving, I think we did secure the sector."

"Now comes the flank, yes?" Augusta asked

"Right!" Pomorie exclaimed. "We move a bit farther in our sector, then we'll all make a hard left to enter School Group Center's area of operations and help them with Pravda's tanks in that sector. Good plan, great pla-"

Her speech was interrupted by a brilliant explosion behind her that caused the Earth to heave. Pomorie looked to her rear and saw a cloud of smoke that, once cleared, revealed to them all that what was left of the Croation gang had been annihilated. She turned back forward and hastily equipped her binoculars to see what just dropped a bomb on them. In her vision, she sighted the culprit.

A KV-2

"Man, I remembered when you were on my side...once"

In the distance, the Soviet heavy tank readied another shot, its loaders quickly assembling the 152mm high-explosive shell. With a push of the ramrod, the completed round was inserted into the breech and the tank took aim. The sight of such a powerful gun aiming at School Group South sent waves of panic throughout them all. Instinctively, tanks swerved from side to side in a bid to not get hit, and by doing so, some of them had inadvertently bunched up together, making them appetizing targets. The KV-2 let loose another shell and six tanks were eliminated in the ensuing fireball.

"Good God, we need to take that thing out and fast!" Pomorie said with some panic.

Tanks of School Group South opened fire on the move. Most of their shots missed completely but even those that hit the KV-2 could never hope to knock it out. All bounced off the thick armor, producing odd sounds as they did, or just shattered upon impact into metal fragments. The only thing they could hope to do was get close enough to flank around the KV to lay fire on its weaker side and rear. Though the Soviet tank was not going to make it easy for them. Their loaders, very experienced with the large gun, loaded another shell in a blistering fast speed. It fired and another explosion was created. More vehicles of School Group South were knocked out, further dwindling their numbers, though they got close. Taking advantage of the fact that the KV had just fired, Pomorie ordered her Vickers to charge forward and drove behind the KV. She aimed the gun at the rear of the turret and fired. And bounced.

"Uhhh. That...didn't work."

Another round was loaded and she fired upon the rear of the engine. Another bounce. With little else to do, Pomorie told what was left of School Group South to surround the KV and all tanks opened fire to absolutely zero effect. Their guns were simply too weak to knock out such a thickly-armored tank. Despair gripping her, Pomorie got on the radio.

"To anyone in School Group Center! We need help ASAP! Is anyone available?"

"Oh, hello." responded a voice.

"We got a KV-2 in our sector and our guns have no effect! Are you available for assistance?"

Who Pomorie was speaking to was Solti, commander of Magyar's sole Tiger. Before her was the wrecked tanks of the third line that had attempted to overrun her position.

"Yes, we're available," Solti answered. "You caught us in a break actually. Our sector is wrapping up operations here."

"Ah, that's go-" Pomorie was interrupted by the KV-2 firing, effectively shotgunning more friendly tanks. The sound was loud enough for Solti to hear on the radio. "That's good. We could use your help bad!"

"From the sounds of it, you most certainly do. Relay your coordinates and we'll move fast to assist!"

"Okay, our coordinates are Sector B-"

Solti expected the rest of the coordinates. Instead, she suddenly heard a large explosion that was followed by ceaseless static.

"School Group South is in massive trouble," she declared. Solti turned to her radio operator. "What direction did that transmission come from?"

The Tiger's radio operator got to work. "Uhhh, due southeast!"

"Southeast! Fast!" Soltia commanded.

Her Tiger drove as fast as its engine could allow, out of her Group's sector and into the area that was under School Group South's area of operations. During their travel, Solti kept tabs on the statuses of her own sector and of School Group North. Kuromorimine along with their Blue Division volunteers had wiped out all of Pravda's forces in their sector and Magyar and Anzio were moping out the last stragglers in their respective sector. All that remained was the KV-2. As the Tiger made its approach, Solti, out of her hatch, could hear distant thuds of a loud gun at work that was growing louder by the minute when it then fell silent and did not arise again. Curiosity took her completely. Soon, thanks to the work of her radio operator, they managed to arrive at School Group South's location. And what a scene did they see. All around the KV-2 were wrecked friendly tanks, some still had flames on time from the intense explosion they had received. Solti spotted a Vickers tank behind the KV, its front covered with black scorch marks from the fire, and it's white flag in near tatters. School Group South has been destroyed. Solti then noticed that the turret of the KV-2 did not move. With an exhaust fume from the engine visible , it was clear to her that it wasn't eliminated. Why it didn't train its 152mm gun on her was due to the simple fact that the KV-2 had fired so much that it ran out of ammunition. Not wasting another moment, the Tiger took aim at the KV. With its 88mm, it didn't matter where it hit so for simplicity, the gunner aimed for the center of mass. With the press of a trigger, the KV-2 was down for the count and now, in all sectors, was now a silence. Solti reclined in her position to relax, the day done. Though for the recovery vehicles, they had a much longer day in store for them.

"Ist en good!" Solti told them as they had knocked out the final tank. She gave her gunner a high-five congratulating her on taking down the monster.

Pomorie got out of her tank as their tank had been knocked out in the ensuing fight against the KV-2. Thankfully she wasn't harmed but this was the first time that Pug team had been knocked out. Solti watched as Rila and Varna got out of their tank as Solti rushed forth with the medical bag.

"You guys okay?" Solti asked as she was worried about them being injured despite the usage of the new rounds.

"We're just shaken but we're fine." Pomorie gave her response. Solti still examined them as thankfully none of them were hurt.

"That's good to hear. Our first match against Pravda has been a success. Erika definitely knows how to lead." El called out from her Panzer II as it met up with the group.

"Yeah don't be going around calling her a big shot just yet. We still need to face Pravda since they want to hold another match against us." Shiroka approached them as Erika's Tiger II made its appearance.

"Yeah I was on my toes but I know nothing can take me out." Erika beamed with pride as she was the one who claimed victory.

"Yeah let's head back to the ship to celebrate and come up with our next plan." Solti gave the suggestion as they were going on the attack once more. Solti looked up as clouds were beginning to gather on the horizon. It was going to snow again.

"Yeah she's probably right, we don't want to get caught out in another blizzard." Pomorie and her friends decided to get the ride back to their ship before the storm had truly set in.

Snow was howling on the Pravda flag ship as they were cruising along, their first match had ended in a defeat as Katyusha, Nonna and several other students were discussing what was happening.

"Okay guys our first match ended in disaster, even though the KV-2 had destroyed much of their southern force as well as a number of smaller tanks, We got encircled twice and we need better leaders to coordinate a plan to hold out until General Winter comes in and wipes them out." Katyusha gave the results from the match they had. Nonna looked at her as she knew about the match and what she suggested to start doing.

"You're right, we need someone with a brilliant mind to go in and win us the next match." Nonna told Katyusha but who would be that they were willing to send in.

"Yeah how about it would be you Nonna?" Katyusha asked Nonna if she was willing to lead the next match.

"How about me?!" A voice came from across the room, it was Brook who wanted to be sent to the next match as quickly as possible. Katyusha looked at her as if Brook was going insane.

"You can't do that! Who would be in charge of the freshmen while you're gone?" Katyusha retorted thinking Brook was making a dumb decision. Brook looked at Katyusha as she knew who to put in charge.

"Obviously the Principal's German wife and a homeless wizard, DUH!" Brook told Katyusha as she really wanted to be in the next match leading up. Katyusha sighed as if Brook had lost her mind. She waved for the meeting to be dismissed and she went to make a phone call.

"Come on please pick up." Katyusha was praying for her to respond. A voice came through as Katyusha was able to recognize it.

"Hello?" Kay asked if someone was on the other side. Katyusha sighed with relief as she began.

"Kay, if you have some free time on your hands, we need you at Pravda." Katyusha began. "Your girlfriend is going insane by throwing herself into the next match without any sense of her own safety. I want you to come to see if you could check on her to make sure she isn't slipping into old habits." Katyusha told Kay about Brook. Kay thought about it for a moment as she came to the conclusion.

"Yeah might as well. Also like some Shermans to help bolster your tanks? We have a large excess of tanks that we don't have any room for." Kay told Katyusha that she was on her way, She also decided to ask Katyusha if she wanted some tanks.

"Okay yes give us a dozen Shermans when you're at it." Katyusha told Kay to give her some of her tanks. Kay nodded as gave her response.

"Okay I will be on my way once Kuromorimine gets to our ship for that antitoxin shipment." Kay had her time turned for someone else. Katyusha nodded as she hung up. Kay was going to provide some assistance to the matches but for now it would be quite limited. Katyusha hoped that Brook was making the right decision.

[A/N]: The first of many matches to come as each chapter will be progressing the side-plots a bit while focusing on Pomorie and her exploits. Another match will come this way afterward.