The ambush failed.
It was the mildest way to describe what transpired in that battlefield.
A more unrestrained observer would comment that the ambushers had their butts kicked, stomped, grilled and served back to them on a plate with pretty flowers on it.
Over three thousand of our frankenstein mechas were still standing when our victory cry finally resounded for five full minutes completely unabated.
It was a glorious victory!
We were untrained first graders with weaker mechas deliberately sent into an ambush by our seniors set up and disguised perfectly as a mecha movement class.
Five thousand frankenstein mechas got ambushed by five thousand solidly stronger practice mechas… And won!!
We were meant to lose the battle and taste the bitterness of defeat, but instead, we smashed our enemies to pieces!
