*From the joint task force command tent*

"Sir!" shouted an a corporal "The enemy have begun shelling the camp, they've already destroyed around 70 of the 2S25's and around 1000 men are dead. I don't think we can sustain this for long!"

"Damn." Grunted Field-marshal Maskirov "Where's the Celatoronian General? Never mind, we can't stay here anyway. Order the men to advance into Damascus. Let the the Celatoronians guard the flank for now until they deem in wise to move as well. Radio in a naval strike, on high density areas, to flush out the defenders and get the pilots in the sky, I want those SU-24's on constant bombing runs and the MIL-MI28's  to provide close air support for the troops."

"Yes sir!"