Virginian Field, 1200 hours:
"Hey! Stop at once for goodness sake; don't be reckless!" Alisia ordered through the radio, but her voice was drowned out by the excited noises of the commanders and crews. She can observe from the cupola's view port as the Rams' and the Churchill tank charging through the terrain and into the lower terrain to meet the Sherman's that were stuck and unable to aim up at the tanks.
Alisia was only able to see her teammates rushing towards the pinned Sherman's position, pushing their engines to the limit, all while aiming their cannons towards the front. The radio was filled only with the excited voices of the students. Eventually, the Ram's and the Churchill managed to get close to the pinned-down Sherman's, where they could see the barrel of the Sherman's aimed upwards, unable to move it down due to the terrain.
"Charge!" Jack's voice can be heard through the radio, and in unison, all of Ram's charged forward and towards the rear of each Sherman's, followed by multiple sounds of steel clashing with each other and multiple thunderous explosions as each of the Ram's that managed to ram to their target fired their cannons. Barrels went hot, shells spewing out like debris coming out of an exploding volcanic mountain, only given a few milliseconds to fly before impacting the Sherman's on the rear, leaving three Sherman's operational.
The Ram's began to move towards their next victim. The 3 Sherman's were seen rotating their turret to the Ram's, but a shot landed on one of the Sherman's turret cheeks. It was the Churchill firing from higher ground, with its barrel still steaming from the last shot. The Sherman's soon rotated their turret back to the front towards the Churchill, and just as they were about to zero in on the Churchill, the Sherman's took shots from both flank, before followed with white flags popping up on each of them.
"We did it!" Beornhelm's excited voice can be heard, followed by the rest of the students chanting and cheering over the radio. Alisia was left frozen inside her Stuart. Staring at the remnants of the destroyed Sherman's.
"Huh, we did it." Miyuki looked towards the wrecked Sherman's from the gun sight.
"So, do we win?" Anoki asked. But soon her question fell apart as a howling sound could be heard from the distance, a whooshing sound approaching at rapid speed.
"What was that sound?" Emile questioned, but was cut short as the field where the Ram's and Churchill were erupting with explosions all over the field. Hitting the wrecked Sherman's, the Ram's, and the Churchill at the same time. Debris flew off the dirt, and bright yellow and orange-colored explosives filled the field.
Alisia was then left in shock by the event unfolding in front of her. Observing it through the cupola's viewport. Her eyes were widening, and her skin hair was lowered. Her hands began to shake, and inside her mind, she wondered if anyone's alive from the onslaught. Then there was silence, with dirt and debris still flying in the air, which began to drop back to the ground. What remained were multiple small craters and tanks roasted, with their tracks gone or their barrels bent from the heat. Impact marks can be seen on a few tanks, and some holes can also be seen through the engine.
"What just happened?" Alisia looked at the aftermath, questioning the almighty about what just happened. But that was then cut short, as from the edge of the area, Sherman's can be surrounding the area, being in every inch of route, watching over the plain area.
"W-We're surrounded.." Anoki looked out from the driver's view port, looking at multiple Sherman's hiding among the bushes, with their barrels pointed towards the open area where the tanks that once were active became wrecks.
"Have they noticed us yet?" Miyuki gulped after looking at the Sherman's surrounding the area. She is still keeping her hands on the gun.
"I think... no?" Alisia answered in a hesitant tone, with cold sweat dripping down her skin and her face turning pale. She scratched her hair in frustration, thinking of what they should do next. There was silence inside the Stuart until Anoki suggested.
"Should we just surrender?" Anoki suggested. "This situation is no longer winnable for us anymore."
"Huh?! No way!" Miyuki objected; the situation became tense by the second, until Alisia decided to speak.
She released a heavy sigh, her head facing down towards the floor. "We really can't win this."
"But... we aren't out yet." Miyuki commented on Alisia's decision to surrender. Alisia remained quiet for a few seconds before replying back to Miyuki.
"This is not your typical Doraemon show where Nobita manages to win with his friends in every situation, Miyuki. We're not living inside an anime show where the main character always wins, nor are we the main characters." Alisia released a heavy sigh. "Well, this is only a friendly match. With the difference being an ant trying to kill a smart elephant who has metal boots on every leg."
Miyuki tried to object, but after hearing Alisia's argument, she decided not to fight against it and remained silent. "I-I see..."
After a few minutes, the white flag from the Stuart popped up without a shot fired at it. From the heights, an MQ-1 flying from above captured the moment while receiving a signal of the tank being taken out. Transmitting it back to the observers. The radio then went to life, knocked out or still active, with a message. "M3A5 Stuart from the Fort Nelson Tankery Team has surrendered; Boston College Tankery wins the match."
The field was once again filled with activity as M88 recovery vehicles were seen cleaning up the mess and lifting the knocked-out tanks to the heavy truck platform. Crews from both sides were seen being treated on mobile ambulances after the concussion from the bombardment earlier. Alisia was just sitting on the Stuart's top turret, staring at the aftermath. The sheer firepower she just witnessed was nothing she had seen; of course, this was her first match. "Tankery is rough." She thought to herself, Is playing tankery to get her parents's attention worth it? Getting good grades wouldn't get their attention either, aside from a few phone calls of them congratulating. As she was deep inside her thoughts, she was suddenly interrupted with a tap on her shoulder, which caused her to jump off the tank and hit head first to the ground. "Oww.."
"Clumsy commander, no wonder we lost. Are you deaf? Why didn't you hear my words earlier?" Jack was behind her, standing and staring into her with a cold, static look on his face.
"Oww." Alisia grunted from the pain before she was approached by Miyuki.
"Alisia, are you alright?!" Miyuki asked in a concerned tone, grabbing both of Alisia's shoulders and helping get her to stand back up.
"I'm fine.." Alisia looked back to face Jack, looking up at him. "Sorry, I wasn't hearing you."
"You aren't even aware of your own surroundings; no wonder we lose." Jack stared into Alisia's eyes. Alisia, meanwhile, just looked down to the ground, feeling shame.
"Hey! Don't be too hard on her! Isn't this plan yours anyway?" Miyuki tried defending Alisia. The point Miyuki delivered towards Jack caused him to go silent. There was a short moment between the two as they stared at each other. It was soon broken by a familiar voice from the rear.
"Ay! What's happening here?" Molly can be seen walking closer to the three with a smile on her face. She stopped just inches from the group, looking at the three with a confused look on her face, before asking. "Is there something wrong here?"
Both Miyuki and Jack looked at Molly, followed by Alisia, who was also looking back towards the source of the sound, looking at her with a confused look. "Well, uh, no." Miyuki replied to Molly's question.
"Oh, well. If it isn't the one who planned and took out an entire company!" Molly approached closer before she stopped right in between Miyuki and Jack, in front of Alisia. She then kneeled down to Alisia's level of height. "You know.. never before have our team lost an entire company to a bunch of newbies in less than a few minutes with tanks I'd say are pretty weak compared to ours."
"W-What?" Alisia looked at Molly with a nervous look on her face, freezing in place and unable to move.
"What? Why are you so nervous? It's you that organized the ambush, yes." Molly looked closer at Alisia with a wide grin.
"Oh great.. She got all the credit." Jack muttered to himself.
Alisia heard the small mutter, freezing in place for a while before she took a deep breath and looked back up at Molly. "Uhh, no. Most of the ideas came from him." Alisia pointed her fingers toward Jack. "He organized almost the entire thing."
"Oh, is that so?" Molly turned her attention towards Jack, standing back up again. "Aha! Young boy, is it really you?"
Jack was caught off guard by the sudden switch of attention, but he responded as soon as he was asked. "Yeah, I was." He cleared his throat. "Well, the baiting part was Alisia's idea."
Molly nodded, staring at the two and observing them, analyzing both of their appearances and behaviors. "You both are quite honest! I guess all Canadians are like that. Eh?" Molly giggled at the last remark she made. Murphy's voice, meanwhile, was heard from behind, scolding multiple officers in front of him with a thunderous voice.
"Like, for fuck sake, they're literal high schoolers with no fucking experience. How the fuck did you retards mess up? Do you all even pay attention to the lectures? Like, for fuck sake, even my fucking grandma can spot a fucking trap from a mile away." Murphy continued rambling as the officers and the rest of the crew looked down in shame.
"Damn, he's at it again." Molly looked at them before looking back at the three. "Tell me, did those Brits send, uh, some intelligence to you guys?"
"Uhm.. Yes..?" Alisia answered in a hesitant tone. "They sent us a bunch of stuff. Why ask?"
"Oh, nothing. I just want to know." Molly said it with a reassuring tone. It was until Murphy came over towards Molly.
"Come on, we gotta go. We have a flight to catch."
Molly looked back toward Murphy, nodding. "Oh, right!" Molly then looked down towards Alisia and asked. "Hey, do you have any... phone numbers? So we can talk and stuff."
"Eh?" Alisia looked at Molly with a surprised look before she looked down and began tapping her feet. "Uhh.. Oh, well.. Sure."
"Great! Can you write it down here?" Molly pulled out a small piece of paper and a pen from her trouser's pocket, handing them over to Alisia. Alisia was again surprised by Molly's quick hands pulling out both of the items. But she just nodded, took both items, and began writing down a phone number before handing both the small paper and pen back to Molly.
"Thanks!" Molly gave a smile to Alisia. "Well, I gotta go. See you later!" She walked away, joining Murphy and other members as an LMTV can be seen a few meters away, along with several HET's carrying wrecks of knocked-out tanks on their platform. The sounds of engines roaring can be heard as the trucks began revving up their engines and departed. Another batch of LMTV's and several HET's came in from the road where the previous trucks left before stopping in front of them. A familiar figure came out of one of the trucks; it was Lieutenant Thomas Dionne.
"Alright, which one is from the Fort Nelson Tankery Team?" Asked the lieutenant to everyone that was present there.
Alisia, along with several others, recognized the voice. Jack then replied back to him. "We are all here."
"Hop on the trucks then." Said the lieutenant. "We're going back home." Soon after he finished his words, the students, including those who have received care from the medical staff, began climbing into the trucks, all while M88 recovery vehicles began approaching the HET's while carrying tanks on their crane and lifting them to the platform.
"Is that all?" Asked the Lieutenant to Jack.
Jack looked towards the Lieutenant while standing near the truck, being the only student who hadn't entered yet. He nodded. "Yes, that's all."
"Alright, hop in then. We're moving out." Said the Lieutenant, followed by Jack entering the truck from the rear, while the Lieutenant entered the driver's seat and revved up the engine, followed by other LMTV's. The trucks began leaving the scene, leaving the cranes and HET's still lifting the tanks to the platform.
The sun was at its peak, shining bright at the terrain bellow. The last tanks were then finally lifted to the platform, and the vehicles began to leave the scene, followed by several cars with the American Tankery Association's logo. People were coming out with cameras and boards with notes, assessing the destroyed terrain that might require some rehabilitation.