A picture of the area from Oshima Island was displayed on the setup plan board as it showed Graham standing in front of his unit as he spoke up.

"Ok, Grand Lake High boys... Japs and the Federation have us pushed back to the ridge. They have massive amounts of girls and armor pouring in, and they're gonna throw everything they got at us..." Graham said as he drew the arrowheads in the direction from which they would be coming.

"The saving grace is we have a well-established defensive line looking down on them. As you can see, the weather is holding back more of our reinforcements, but we have heavy artillery tasked to help when they can also, thanks to Commander Wesley and his artillery team for being here with us.... But I'm going to give it to you straight, we're barely holding on. So Raiders.... Let's get in there and supplement the line and hold either Saunders, Kuromormine, or Pravda back." Graham said as he dismissed his unit.

Alone in the room, he sighed as he looked at where they had retreated to, knowing this area that Graham and his Tankery team were in was their last stand to halt the counteroffensive.

Taking a huge deep breath, he then began shaking off the nerves, but twisting his head around and mumbling.

"Okay.... you know, New York, unique New York, you know you need unique New York... She makes a proper cup of coffee and a copper coffee pot, she makes a proper cup.... Alright..... Jaylon Graham, Hollywood national star actor, you got this...." Graham said as he walked out of the briefing tent.

Meanwhile, it shows the Saunders' camp area as they were just resting for a moment after taking the fight to the Americans. The girls of Saunders were happy to see how far they managed to push back one of the major schools, and Kay wanted to take the fight to Graham and his boys.

But as they pushed his forces back to his last defense, Kay decided they should rest for a bit so they could get their supplies and fresh ammo for their tank shells.

"Man, I never thought facing Grand Lake High would be this easy," Kay said as she leaned back in her chair.

"Yeah, and I thought they were the 'Big Three.' Since Kuromormine and Pravda forced Commander Houston and Commander Muller back, as they are sending a different company to face them," spoke Alisa as she warmed herself in their school uniform winter jackets they brought with them.

"Yeah, speaking of which, Kay, you know we're facing the *cough* Hollywood American *cough*," Naomi said as she flipped a page of the book.

"Yes, yes, I know Jaylon Graham, the 'International Star' that he so calls himself. I mean, is he really as good of an actor as he claims?" Kay asked.

"From what I've heard, he's quite the celebrity," Naomi replied, her tone tinged with skepticism.

"He might be good on screen, but let's see how he handles himself on the battlefield," added Alisa, a determined glint in her eyes.

Kay nodded thoughtfully. "Regardless of his acting skills, we can't underestimate their tactics or determination. Grand Lake High has a reputation for a reason."

As the girls continued their discussion, a sense of camaraderie filled the air. Despite the cold weather and the uncertainties of battle, they were united in their purpose. Their tanks might have been their weapons, but it was their teamwork and spirit that truly made them formidable.

With renewed determination, Kay stood up from her chair. "Alright, let's make sure our tanks are fully prepared. We'll show Grand Lake High what Saunders' Girls High School is made of."

The Sensha-Do Federation's counter-offensive was swift and deadly, pouring into the northern sector. The enemy drove the boys from the twin cities of Rocherath and Krinkelt all the way back to the Ridge.

Here, Commander Graham drew a line in the sand. With poor weather hampering reinforcements, our boys relied heavily on artillery and grit. They were all that kept the Federation from pushing any further to the American lines.

Finally, the scene shifts to Grand Lake High's command post, where Graham's M1 Abrams tank stands by. Two squads of his airsoft riflemen are seen in the trench, while two Rear Echelon boys are setting up tank traps nearby. Graham speaks up, his voice steady despite the tension.

"Alright, boys, don't worry too much. We've got artillery support to counter Saunders; we just gotta make damn sure to hold our line. Let's get to it, Raiders," Graham says, closing the hatch of his tank.

The infantry boys swiftly begin setting up, some taking up positions in the fighting trenches while more airsoft riflemen arrive, some wielding M6 Bazookas. The Rear Echelon boys continue their work, setting up tank blockades as Graham orders some of his tanks to join him in defensive positions.

"Remember, stay vigilant and keep your heads down," Graham shouts over the sounds of preparation. "We've faced tough odds before, and we've come out on top. Today will be no different!"

The boys nod in determination, their expressions steely with resolve as they fortify their positions.

One of the Rear Echelon boys looks up from his work, a bead of sweat rolling down his forehead. "Sir, are we expecting any reinforcements?"

Graham scans the horizon, his eyes narrowing. "Not until this damn weather clears up. For now, it's just us and our guns. But we've held against worse odds before. We'll make every shot count!"

The airsoft riflemen exchange nods, their fingers tightening around their weapons as they prepare for the inevitable onslaught.

Graham climbs back into his tank, his voice echoing from the speakers. "Stay sharp, boys! Remember, we're the last line of defense. Let's show them what Grand Lake High is made of!"

As they finished setting up their defenses, the infantry got into their trenches or fighting positions. Inside his tank, Graham received a radio contact. It was one of Wesley's artillery team members, who Wesley had assigned to provide support to Graham's defensive line.

"Commander Graham, I've been attached to your group to provide artillery support. I'll take care of all your forward observer calls. Wesley wished you and your boys luck. We've got firing support standing by, so call it as you see it," the artillery boy spoke in a Scottish accent.

Just then, the assault began. The riflemen spotted different squads of Federation infantry coming in and opened fire.

"We're taking fire!" one boy shouted.

"Yeah, that got 'em!" another Grand Lake boy said as he shot one.

"Get your ass over here! Move!" shouted another Grand Lake boy as one squad moved to different cover.

As the Federation infantry advanced, Grand Lake High's boys braced themselves for the onslaught. The air filled with the crack of rifle fire and the thud of artillery shells as both sides exchanged blows.

Graham, peering through the periscope of his tank, directed his boys with precision, calling out targets and coordinating their defensive maneuvers. "Focus your fire on the left flank! Suppress their advance!" he barked into the radio.

But the Federation was relentless, their troops pushing forward despite the hail of gunfire. One of Grand Lake High's boys spotted a squad attempting to outflank them from the right. "We've got movement on the right! Take them out!" he shouted, squeezing off rounds in rapid succession.

In the midst of the chaos, Graham remained calm, his focus unwavering as he continued to direct his boys' efforts. "Keep it steady, boys! We've got this!" he called out, his voice carrying over the din of battle.

Once the first wave had been repelled, smoke suddenly billowed, blocking the vision of Graham and his boys.

As the smoke billowed, obscuring their vision, Graham wasted no time. "Federation dropping smoke! Zero in on that smoke and get ready!" he commanded, his voice cutting through the haze of battle.

Grabbing his radio, Graham swiftly radioed in the artillery support. "Roger. Fire mission as indicated, stand by impact. Fire mission, range quadrant, Able Charlie, coordinates 4-7-7-6 9-9-3-8. Traversing fire, send over," the artillery team responded.

The ground shook as the artillery pounded the front line, unleashing a barrage of shells with pinpoint accuracy. The Federation infantry, caught in the onslaught, either took cover in the powder or feigned death from the impact of the artillery.

Amidst the chaos, Kay and her team watched from a distance as the artillery held back the Federation advance. With each explosion, their resolve strengthened, knowing that Grand Lake High was holding strong against the relentless assault.

Kay watched intently as the artillery barrage pounded the Federation's front line, her eyes narrowed in determination. Beside her, her teammates exchanged glances, their expressions a mixture of awe and apprehension.

"That's some serious firepower they've got," one of Kay's girls remarked, her voice tinged with admiration.

Kay nodded, her gaze never leaving the battlefield. "Yeah, but we've faced worse. We just need to wait for the right moment to strike."

As the smoke began to clear, revealing the chaos wrought by the artillery, another one of Kay's teammates spoke up. "Looks like they're holding their ground pretty well. Think we should make our move?"

Kay considered for a moment, weighing their options. "Not yet," she replied finally. "Let's wait until they've softened up the enemy a bit more. Then we'll hit them where it hurts."

Her teammates nodded in agreement, their determination matching Kay's own. They might be facing a formidable opponent in Grand Lake High, but Saunders' Girls High School was more than ready to rise to the challenge.

As the smoke cleared and the echoes of the artillery barrage faded, the Federation launched their second wave assault, determined to break through Grand Lake High's defenses. Graham and his boys braced themselves, their weapons at the ready as they prepared for the onslaught.

"Here they come again! Hold the line, boys!" Graham shouted, his voice ringing out over the din of battle.

The Federation infantry surged forward, their ranks bolstered by Saunders' Girls High School tanks rolling in from the distance. Grand Lake High's boys unleashed a barrage of gunfire, aiming to halt the enemy advance.

But the Federation and Saunders' combined forces pressed on relentlessly, their determination evident in every step they took. Tanks rumbled forward, their cannons roaring as they unleashed a hail of shells towards Grand Lake High's defensive positions.

Graham gritted his teeth, his fingers tightening around the controls of his tank as he directed his firepower towards the advancing enemy. "Keep firing! We can't let them break through!" he shouted, his voice filled with urgency.

The air filled with the sounds of explosions and gunfire as the two sides clashed in a fierce and desperate struggle. Grand Lake High's boys fought with all their might, their resolve unwavering as they stood firm against the Federation and Saunders' onslaught.

But as the battle raged on, it became increasingly clear that the enemy forces were relentless, their numbers overwhelming. Graham and his boys knew that they were facing their greatest challenge yet, but they refused to back down, determined to defend their position at all costs.

Amidst the chaos of the battle, Graham's voice rose above the clamor, urging his boys onward. "Keep it together, Raiders! We've faced tougher odds than this before! Stand firm!"

The airsoft riflemen, their faces streaked with sweat and dirt, exchanged determined glances as they maintained their defensive positions. "We won't let them through, sir! They'll have to pry this position from our cold, dead hands!" one of them shouted back, determination burning in his eyes.

But as the Federation and Saunders' forces pressed closer, the situation grew increasingly dire. Tanks rumbled ever closer, their cannons belching fire and smoke as they unleashed a barrage of shells upon Grand Lake High's defenses.

"We need backup, sir! They're overwhelming us!" one of the Rear Echelon boys shouted, his voice tinged with panic as he desperately worked to reinforce the tank traps.

Graham gritted his teeth, his jaw set in determination as he surveyed the battlefield. "Hang in there, boys! Help is on the way! Just hold them off a little longer!"

Just then, a shell exploded nearby, sending shrapnel flying in all directions. The ground shook violently as the impact reverberated through the earth, momentarily stunning Graham and his boys.

Through the smoke and chaos, Graham's voice cut through the din, rallying his troops. "Stay focused! We've trained for this! Keep your heads down and return fire!"

The airsoft riflemen, despite the deafening roar of battle, remained disciplined, their shots precise and calculated as they aimed for the advancing enemy. "We've got this, sir! They won't know what hit 'em!" one of them shouted, his voice filled with a mixture of adrenaline and determination.

As the battle raged on, the artillery team, under Wesley's command, continued to rain down shells upon the enemy, their precision striking fear into the hearts of the Federation and Saunders' forces.

But the enemy's determination seemed unyielding, their numbers seemingly endless as they pressed forward with unwavering resolve. Tanks rolled ever closer, their turrets swiveling as they took aim at Grand Lake High's defenses.

Graham clenched his fists, his jaw set in determination as he watched the enemy advance. "Hold the line, boys! We can't let them break through! Remember why we fight!" he shouted, his voice filled with conviction.

Graham's expression hardened as he processed the report. "Understood. Looks like it's just us now," he replied, his voice tinged with determination.

With the artillery support depleted, the burden fell squarely on Graham and his boys to hold the line against the advancing Federation forces. The battle raged on, each side locked in a deadly dance of gunfire and explosions.

As more Federation infantry poured in, taking out defenders one by one, Graham felt a surge of frustration. He checked his company strength, watching grimly as it steadily decreased with each passing moment.

"Goddamn it! We're taking heavy hits, but we can't back down now!" Graham shouted above the cacophony of battle, his voice carrying over the sounds of gunfire and screams of the wounded.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield, Kay watched the chaos unfold with a mix of concern and determination. She could see Graham and his boys putting up a fierce resistance, their lines holding against the Federation onslaught.

"We've got them on the ropes, girls! Keep pushing forward!" Kay called out to her team, her voice steady despite the intensity of the battle.

Her teammates nodded in agreement, their tanks rumbling forward as they pressed the attack. They knew that victory was within reach, but they also understood the cost that came with it.

As they advanced, Kay kept a watchful eye on the battlefield, assessing the situation and looking for any weaknesses in the enemy's defenses. She knew that every moment counted, and that they needed to capitalize on any opportunity that presented itself.

But as they drew closer to Grand Lake High's position, Kay could see that Graham and his boys were putting up a formidable fight. Despite the odds stacked against them, they showed no signs of backing down.

"Stay focused, girls! We can't afford to underestimate them!" Kay shouted to her team, her voice filled with determination.

"Hold the line! Hold the line! Support is almost here!" Graham's voice echoed over the battlefield, rallying his troops as they fought against the relentless assault.

"Taking effective fire!" one of Graham's boys shouted, the urgency in his voice palpable as enemy shells rained down around them.

"Retreat to the CP! Retreat to the CP!" another group of boys yelled as they carried their wounded comrades back to safety, their faces grim with determination.

As the weather began to clear, Graham's spirits lifted as he spotted reinforcements arriving on the left flank. "Armor inbound! Give 'em everything we've got! Let 'em have it!" one of the boys shouted, his voice filled with renewed hope.

With a surge of determination, Graham's tanks unleashed a barrage of fire, taking out Saunders' Sherman tanks one by one. The tide of battle began to turn as the reinforcements arrived, their presence bolstering Graham's forces and pushing back the enemy assault.

Seeing Commander Kay and her girls retreating, Graham smiled triumphantly. "We've got this in the bag, boys! Damn fine work out there!" he shouted, his voice ringing with pride and gratitude for his troops' bravery and resilience in the face of overwhelming odds.

Shortly afterward the battle

As Graham surveyed the battlefield, his heart sank as he took stock of the remaining strength of Grand Lake High's School Tankery Company. With a heavy heart, he noted the following numbers:

- Company Strength: Approximately 90 personnel

- Experience Level:

- Seasoned Veterans: 40

- Experienced Soldiers: 30

- Fresh Recruits: 20

Despite the losses suffered and the dwindling numbers, Graham knew that the spirit of his troops remained unbroken. With determination burning in his chest, he resolved to lead his remaining forces with unwavering courage and tenacity, determined to hold the line against the enemy's relentless assault.

As he set the paper report aside, Graham picked up a recorder and pressed record. He then opened a can of soda and poured it into a cup, speaking as he did so.

"Well, goddamn—Pardon my language, sorry about that. I just get a bit excited when I come across a good drink. Kinda rare for me to be drinking it around these parts. I could use a little drink to wash away any cobwebs that I have anyway... You know, after the events of the Dallas Incident and being here in this match, it feels like us kids are fighting a war in this part, knowing in fact I've been through one in Dallas... But I'll always have a soft spot for my boys who are laying it all on the line. They're tough as nails. They proved that by holding the ridge. Yeah, we've got this area secure. I just hope that other commanders from other schools appreciate the effort my boys are putting in," Graham said, concluding his after-action report.

Graham paused for a moment, taking a sip from his drink before continuing.

"But you know, it's not just about securing the area. It's about the camaraderie, the bond we share as a team. These boys, they're more than just soldiers. They're my family out here on the battlefield," Graham reflected, his voice carrying a hint of emotion.

He glanced around at the makeshift command post, where his boys were busy tending to wounded comrades and reinforcing defenses. Each face held a story of courage and sacrifice, a testament to the strength of their spirit.

"And let's not forget the support we receive from our allies. Wesley's artillery team, those boys are lifesavers. Couldn't have held the line without 'em," Graham acknowledged, gratitude evident in his tone.

As he wrapped up his recording, Graham's thoughts turned to the battles yet to come. "We've weathered the storm once again, but the fight's far from over. We'll rest tonight, but tomorrow, we'll be ready to face whatever comes our way. That's the Grand Lake High way," he declared with conviction, a determined spark in his eyes as he prepared for the challenges that lay ahead.

In the aftermath of the battle, Kay gathered her team at Saunders' Girls High School camp to deliver her after-action report. With a solemn expression, she addressed her comrades, her voice steady despite the weight of defeat.

"Girls, today we faced a formidable opponent in Grand Lake High, led by Commander Graham," Kay began, her tone resolute. "Despite our best efforts, we were unable to secure victory on the battlefield."

She paused, allowing her words to sink in before continuing. "I take full responsibility for our defeat. As your commander, it falls on me to ensure that we are adequately prepared for any situation. Clearly, there are areas where we need to improve."

Her teammates listened attentively, their expressions a mix of disappointment and determination. Kay knew that they were all feeling the sting of defeat, but she also knew that they were capable of bouncing back stronger than ever.

"We may have lost this battle, but we have not lost our spirit," Kay declared, her voice filled with conviction. "We will learn from our mistakes, train harder, and come back even stronger next time. That's the Saunders' Girls High School way."

With those words, Kay concluded her after-action report, her resolve unwavering as she prepared to lead her team forward, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead on the path to victory.