I watched the battlefield from the cupola of my Firefly. Our forces were sweeping through Star Academy's lines, with their being unable to counter our relentless hit and runs.

I turn to my right to see a Cromwell halt beside me. A boy stood halfway out of the cupola, wearing the Britanican Boys Tanker Uniform which consisted of a blue tunic, blue pants, a white undershirt with a black tie, and a green beret.

"Commander, our skirmishers have forced Star to send out their vanguard." The boy said. His name was Joseph Leopold.

"Very well, have Oliver's forces cut the enemy vanguard off. Isolate them from the rest of their forces."

"Yes sir!" Joseph saluted and relayed the orders to the rest of the team. Once he was finished, he rode off.

There I stood halfway out of my cupola, watching the battle unfold. It was clear who would win this.

"Patch me in to the team." I told my Radio Operator.

Moments later, he gave me a thumbs up, signalling the frequency was a right.

"All students of Britanica! This is your commander! Today we shall show the cockroaches of Star our strength! Bare your fangs! Show no mercy! Long live Britanica!"

All of a sudden shouting can be heard over the radio!

"LONG LIVE BRITANICA! LONG LIVE BRITANICA!"

I motioned for my radio operator to end the transmission. As he did, I watched the unrelenting forces of Britanica reign supreme over Star's inferior commander, Ivan Vasily.

Now was my time to shine. "Forward!"

My firefly rolled towards the battlefield towards Star's lines. A few T-34s had fired upon me, but missed. I ordered my firefly to a halt, and fired. I shut my eyes to not get blinded by the muzzle flash of the Firefly. As I opened them up, I saw a T34-85 with a white flag fluttering from the turret.

"Reload and aim for the enemy KV-1S." I ordered. The enemy flag tank was now in the open, ripe for the taking.

"Round up!" My loader called out.

"Target in sight!" My gunner said.

"Fire!"

Once again, I shut my eyes to not get blinded, and as I opened them, I saw the enemy flag tank stop moving, with the familiar white flag fluttering freely in the wind.

"The Britanica Institute has knocked out Star Academy's flag tank! Britanica wins!"

Applause could be heard even from all the way to the battlefield. I stepped out of the tank, standing on the turret. I raise my fist into the air and look upon my forces.

"Long live Britanica!"

The boys repeat it in a heartbeat. Soon, the entire Britanican force was yelling proudly.

*Timeskip 3 months*

I gazed upon the school. It looked relatively normal, with the only real difference against other regular schools was it's size and the M26 Pershing with the Tankery commander halfway out of the cupola.

"Join the Tankery Team and get all the benefits!" He called out. Many of the student's attention was aimed towards the commander. Including my own.

I turned back to the school, and read the name out loud.

"Point High."