Andrew looked over, nodding.
"Indeed. I see a set moving towards the gates, 650m. Three tangoes, all ripe for bullets." Andrew said, watching through his own scope, adjusting the XM500, as he tracked in front of the movers. The rifle kicked hard against his shoulder, the bullet quickly wiping the first man out, with a decisive shot through the chest, almost abruptly stopping anything that the man carried forwards in momentum. He let Nolan finish the other two, the .50 rounds not fucking around when they hit, and putting down whatever was in their path. The area was mostly cleared, but Andrew knew that whatever the titans and the Juggernauts in the built-up area hadn't cleaned, they would.
"Five more, reference point, water well 100m right of the previous targets. Ranging, 640, wind is 3 m/s to the north. Fire when ready." The New Zealander said, adjusting the XM500, and quickly pinging one of the men. The shot missed, but the second, did not, hitting the man at the back of the pack. They'd be running now, but that was something he knew Nolan could deal with.

Meanwhile down in the fort, and things had gotten nastier. The three ZSU Shilkas went up, following Jenny's detonation of one, disabling the other three, as the first was utterly destroyed, and a fuel cache behind caught light and disabled the other two, badly. She kept up supressive fire, but had to fall back, aware she was taking a lot of heat. And the Heavies weren't. Natalie felt the shots echo all over her, the volume of fire heavy and enough to stop an Elephant in it's tracks, no less. Her body underneath was bare, to say the least, but it was how the Amazon came to what she did. Taking down a machine gun nest with a huge volley of M134 tracer rounds, tearing the sandbags by the DSHkM apart, she moved forwards, letting Saxon deal with the rest, as she moved forwards, moving into a camoflaged netting, some sort of command structure She let her M134 down to her side, and kept her Spetsnaz Shovel ready, the enlarged weapon sturdy in her hands, as she knew this would be some CQC through here. One of the men tried to outflank her and jump on her side, but it was a frisky fling, that Natalie could respond to. She almost used the momentum and threw him on the floor, Shovel in her right coming down with him and with a significant force, landing in his neck. Withdrawing it, she walked over, feeling bullets ahead, and chuckled loudly, almost audible through her faceplate, as she saw the man with the RPK fire hopelessly. She threw the Shovel with a certain precision and aim that wasn't unexpected of a Spetsnaz operator, yet due to it's size, looked like she was flinging a Longsword. The shovel landed right in the man's chest, as she felt another run with a Scimitar of some sort, the claustrophobic environment hard for her to move in, yet her skill showing. She let him go forth, and came within inches of being stabbed, disarming the man with her gauntleted hands, already grabbing a hard hold, as she looked him right in the eyes, the fear on the Officer clear. She threw him down and walked over, her stomach gargling, as she let loose with a vile fart that ignited, just before him. The man screamed loudly, probably shitting himself at the thought of this firebreathing beast that didn't take bullets, as she put her faceplate down.
"I'm the big bear here, you hear!" She screamed, as she stepped on his neck, killing him, as she put it down, her bloodlust flowing, the Amazon fully almost growling as she realized the post was now clear, and that the silence had just been her entering a state of total anarchy. She put her faceplate down, retrieved her Spetsnaz Shovel from the man, now on the floor and bleeding heavily to his death, before looking over the desk. She let the camera on the side of her head stream the footage, of the documents, and the other intel she saw, aware too much shit was going down outside the area of the camouflage net. Taking her M134, she licked her lips, and walked back out, the 7"5 suit and giant within a force of nature in it's own right, with Brute already blowing half the area apart to boot.
"Intel's secured, I recorded it, and all the high rankers are dead. They don't understand who's the head bitch here, it seems." She said in her cold Russian accent, already moving back out and helping Brute to clear out the rest, in the far of the compound, by a set of barracks within that housed some men, all who ran with AK-12s and whatever weapons to hand.

On the walls, Ross laid down the fire, as Carl clacked off the charge. The set of Iglas went up, and took out part of the wall, collapsing it behind them as it fell into the outer ditch, the explosion significant enough and blowing apart even enemies below. It was an awesome sight, as Ross and Carl continued down the wall, Ross particularly switching to his M32 to dish out some more fire on some of the enemies. It was not much compared to in the courtyard, but substantial, as he finished the cylinder off, taking out the stands for two launchers on the other side, and knocking them down so that they would not be redeployed easily again. 
"Merlin, this is Knight, we're almost done here. Can you send any Apaches over to help us out? The AA is mostly offline, we could do with some backup with the rest." Ross asked, as he moved from the position behind a set of empty gas canisters, to a part of demolished wall, firing with the Mk48 accurately at two tangoes, before lighting up another that fired an RPG into the compound inaccurately, the warhead flying off into the gatehouse wall rather than into any of the Heavies. The shot threw the insergent off the roof, as Ross fired another set of rounds into a another grouping, taking them out quickly.
"Affirmative, five minutes Knight. We're sending Mechanized Infantry platoon "Whiskey" your way to help clean up the mess. You're only nine miles from the Chinese border- and what we don't clean, the Chinese will." He heard, as Ross headed over the cover, laying down more fire.
"Got it. This place has no civies, we're within the Fort with IR strobes. Watch for the two big friendlies, the gunners won't fucking believe the cameras when they see it." Ross replied, as he moved up, laying down fire for the other Canadian Jug to push forwards with his lighter LMG and his slightly lighter armor, giving him the drop and the edge when shit hit the fan.