It was the end of summer, and the heat was unrelenting. The soldiers had hoped for some relief but it wasn't in sight. The plan was to advance on the enemy getting ever closer to the border, and the enemy was not giving up. The enemy had set up more trenches and hideaways with their backs against a dense forest. They were guarding a road and that turned sharply into the woods. In between them was a large field with scattered lines of trees.

The cannon team consisted of Alphonse, Maria Ross, and Dragneel. They started firing the mortar cannon trying to aim at the enemy's hideouts that were connected by trenches. They were doing well until they heard a loud rumble accompanied by squealing. Two of the enemy's tanks came out on the road from behind the forest. Ross's team had wide eyes as they saw their enemy's tank. Soldiers were behind the tank and started shooting at the Amestrians.

Edward, Gray, and Fuery were taking cover behind sandbags piled up under a tree. Fuery was shooting on a large until he screamed and pulled back. His hand was bleeding and one of his fingers was missing. Edward stopped shooting and wrapped Fuery's hand with his own. Gray took out a hankerchief and Edward used it to wrap Fuery's hand. He screamed for the medic but no one came. The sound of gunfire was too loud.

Back on the field, Ross knew something had to be done about the tank. She grabbed a launcher and told her team to follow. Dragneel was ordered to carry the ammo for it, and Ross positioned herself on the open field with Dragneel loading the launcher. They fired and missed the tank. The tank took notice of them and turned to aim. Al clapped his hands and the ground broke apart under the tank.

The tank fired but missed them due the ground breaking under it. Instead it hit another tree that fell onto the third Amestrian team that had Riza, Scarlett, and Connell, whom had been giving fire to cover Ross' team. Riza's team repositioned and kept firing to distract the other soldiers.

Alphonse was not satisfied with his results. So he made a bold move. Ross and Dragneel fired the launcher again but it didn't phase the tank at all. Al moved from beside Ross and ran to the tank. He clapped his hands together and hit the gun on the tank sealing it so it couldn't fire. Unfortunately, a Cretean soldier that was behind the tank shot at Alphonse and he went down on the field. He held onto his right arm feeling the warmth of blood come from it. Ross and Dragneel were receiving too much fire and had to retreat.

Gray saw it all happen. He began shooting the soldiers next to the tank so they would stay away from Alphonse. He yelled "Lieutenant Colonel! Your brother's been shot." Edward looked up. Fuery was holding his wounded hand and nodded at Edward indicating he would be fine. Edward looked on to the battle field and saw his brother lying there holding his arm. "Alphonse you dumbass!" Edward's eyes watered. Edward made to jump over the sand bags but Gray held on to him. Edward shook free and ran to get Alphonse. He was immediately shot in his flesh leg. He fell and when he looked up, he could see Al look at him.

Then the Amestrians heard the most beautiful sound. More tanks coming but from their side of the battlefield. Three Amestrian tanks were coming into view with a beautiful blonde woman riding on top of one. She was behind a clear plate to shield her as she ordered the tanks to fire. Brigadier General Armstrong approached the battlefield with grace and no mercy.

The three tanks moved fast and took over. With the tanks firing and soldiers firing, the enemy fled into the dense pine forest. The remaining enemy tank moved back on to the road leaving the other tank that Alphonse had disabled.

With the enemy on the run, Ross and Dragneel came back out and got Alphonse up and off the field. And Gray had to get Edward. They retreated to the sandbags that protected Fuery and Gray. Al yelled "Are you okay?".

Edward glared and shouted "I'll be fine. What the fuck were you thinking?"

Al looked annoyed. "I could ask you the same. What the fuck were you thinking?!" Edward was astounded by Al's language. He was pretty sure this was first time he had heard him say that word.

Gray yelled "Shut the fuck up! This is not the time or place!" He started pulling Ed's pant leg up and found the wound. He applied pressure and Edward grimaced.

Ross did the same to Alphonse, who also grimaced. Dragneel found the medic and the medic treated Fuery, Al, and Ed's wounds. Once the enemy was fully retreated, the wounded were taken in a truck to tent hospital. Fuery lost a finger so he would be sent to hospital for recovery along with Al. Edward's wound was more of a graze, and only required some cleaning and stitches so he stayed with his team.