The Undying Mecha Emperor

What can I say that has not already been said about that particular masterpiece by Sheera Lin that day?

I am sure that by now, everything about Sheera Lin's past achievements have been dissected in detail and exaggerated and celebrated and probably made into a Holy Manual for War and Battles of some sort.

But let me just briefly explain what happened that day for the sake of those who are new to our story.

There were thirty six thousand students that participated in the "battle" that day.

Ten thousand were fighting where I was at, and three flags were up for grabs there.

Twenty six were fighting where Sheera Lin was at where four flags were being contested.

Long and bloody story short, I was able to clear the perimeter without much hassle, and then swoop into the main battle which was winding down with only less than a thousand mechas left standing.

We smashed the squads holding on to the three flags one after the other, and then spent the next few minutes happily cleaning up the entire battlefield.

We chased the survivors everywhere, and I made god damn sure that every single one of my senior brothers and sisters in my vicinity were blackened.

It was exciting and satisfying on a personal level, but it was nothing compared to the pure carnage that Sheera Lin was unleashing at that moment with just four thousand seven hundred noob first graders.

In war, the acme of skill is to win a hundred victories without fighting. However, such an optimal outcome was only possible through shrewd diplomacy and cunning subterfuge against enemies still having the option to surrender.

It was not the case in Sheera's case. She was going up against a numerically superior enemy with vastly superior skill, and whose very reason for being in the battlefield was to battle.

There was no way to achieve victory without fighting.

Sheera Lin had to fight, and by god, fight she did.

I have spoken to her about her experience in the battle, and she had shared with me her thoughts in detail. What I am about to tell you is the truth of the entire matter.

Everything you hear or read from mainstream media which contains information that is different from what I will say is bullshit. Bear that in mind.

She sent my squad out with the flag to tie up a massive chunk of the enemy, hoping to draw fire away from the main body of the first graders, and she sent out capable scouts to report back on everything that was happening around her.

Within a few short minutes, she had grasped hold of the truth of the matter which took me a much longer time and Margaret's generosity to uncover.

As soon as the scouts reported back that several groups of mechas with different coloured bands were marching in their general direction and in relative peace a couple hundred meters away from each other, she had already assumed the worst case scenario.

Yes, she made her decisions in that battle based on the supremely accurate assumption that the entire academy's thirty one thousand students were banded against her.

People always say, hope for the best and plan for the worst. But how many could literally do that? How many could even begin to imagine that the worst case scenario was such a ridiculous situation?

In fact, she told me that she even held in reserve the possibility that their mechas were sabotagued, and that the instructors would be participating against them.

Thank goodness the instructors weren't insane and senile yet. They were just normal assholes.

But the fact remains that Sheera had the imagination, guts and calculating coldness that allowed her to not only accept such a worst case scenario, but also immediately operate based on it.

And the success of her operation hinged upon three crucial factors.

The first factor was of course excellent intel and even better response.

Groups of mechas with different coloured bands marching towards them could only mean two things.

The first was that they didn't have flags with them.

And the second, there was a secondary mission which did not require them to fight each other.

And if they did not have to fight each other, then the logical choice was that they would fight her, the one that did not receive the secondary mission.

In light of that revelation, her next decision came very easily to her. It was eerily similar to her first decision. She sent out three more squads one at a time to do as I did - draw out as many of the enemies as they could and either lead them to a wild goose chase, or tie them up long enough for them to be useless during the main event that she had planned.

That way, from her vantage point, she was able to shave off a little bit of the enemy's numerical advantage and lower the odds slightly from a possible thirty thousand versus four thousand seven hundred to hopefully twenty thousand versus four thousand.

The first squad of one hundred twenty mixed mechas was led by Victor Long.

He charged straight ahead and managed to bait two thousand mechas to charge after his squad. It was an impressive feat, and I had confirmed with him that a generous dose of graphic descriptions of the enemies' momma's titties were involved.

The second squad of one hundred fifty rifle bearing light mechas was led by Olivia Summers.

She had positioned herself in relative high ground, and had opened fire at a big group of heavies.

Although she only managed to lure a thousand of them, it was still considered a high success. No momma's titties were slandered in her case.

The third squad of three hundred heavy mechas was led by Barrick Rui, Jack Yang and Roland Hu. Like Olivia Summers, they positioned themselves in a high ground too.

But unlike her, they did not intend to run.

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