(Yay! All of us are back to it- I do want to possibly jump to Copenhagen straight after this, though that is subjective to all of you.)

Jan looked to Zhenya, nodding.
"Very well. Send it. I'm holding the button. Snipers, fire at will. Our fire is coming." Jan added, the laser designator in his hands firmly held, as he squeezed the big dial on the top of the large binoculars, the invisible IR beam parked on the BMPs. It wasn't going to be long. TOT was likely to be short, and Jan knew the explosion would kick through his lungs, even at this sort of range. It was signiificant munitions, almost a ton of bombs, guided precisely onto two armored vehicles. The kinetic force would just shred the pair to pieces, and do a bloody good job of this. The rocket artillery would be the worst- the bombs first, then the rockets would rain down, like hellish rain from above. The volume and pace of rocket artillery was the ultimate morale killer- it wasn't just the noise of shells exploding, but about fifty huge warheads over a wide area, any of which with a direct impact would ventilate a target. It was more than just efficient, to say the least. And when it came, the volume of shit that erupted, to Jan even, was immense.

In this time, Neil had adjusted his rifle, looking to Wendy, who had the M107 ready to go on target.
"Check Igla pod. Pick up the main operator...fire at will, Wendy, ranging and angle is all good." He said, aware that she knew it already, and the shot from the light fifty would tear the man straight from it. Setting up a backup shot, Neil waited till she fired, before adjusting slightly and exhaling, firing the second backup of his rifle to the man next to him, armed with a pair of binoculars. The man had barely turned, the faint noise of fast movers in the air alerting him, but not changing any positioning of the shot. When the bullet hit, he was thrown off, the force removing him from his mount, as the second man was barely able to yell out. The bullet entered his vertebrae and exited cleanly through his ribcage, taking out a pair of internal organs in the process, the overpressure of the round doing more than enough. Moving the rifle, he tried to find the ZSU, watching as the turret barely was able to turn in time, as the distant noise of close air could be heard.
"Targets eliminated, wait for fire...it's going to be one hell of a firework show." Neil said, chuckling, as suddenly, the rushing noise appeared to both teams, and anyone vaguely close by.
"Wendy, refocus on targets by the first checkpoint in. Range, 600m. No crosswind, it's pretty much dead. Squeeze when ready." Neil added, his hands clasped around the spotting device, already watching the few others that were looking at the devastation that now came down.

The bombs hit right on target, smashing into the netting, and the kinetic force of the laser guided munitions just smoked the BMPs, the two erupting into a huge ball of flames and scrap, as the ammunition cooked off, the secondary bangs from this. But it was nothing to compare to the noise above. The hailstorm-like howl just came down, the Smersh battery lit it up. It was composed of 300mm rounds, 12 of which would fire. And that was almost double and a half of the size of a regular artillery shell used in a howitzer, bar about all at once and far more inaccurate. The noise was hellish, as explosions rocketed the area, levelling the barracks and the hangars, as well as the Su-25s already on ground, as well as the hangar itself. Everything came apart, as the barrage stopped, and suddenly, brown, completely blown apart craters filled the area. Almost everything and anything was gone. A few blind spots, but they were done.
"Good effect on target, get those Frogfoots back to do some gun-runs. We need fire on my new marked laser, reference point, barrack station far side, cleared hot." Jan added, moving, as he waited for the Russian to give him the word. The Su-25s looped back, the sight of 30mm rounds slamming into the barracks quickly decimating and making more accurate what the previous munitions had done.
"That better be rounds complete. Squad, we move in. We hit the front gate, then rush the command centre." Jan said, putting the Designator away, and taking his 416, already looking to the rest that were scattered around and giving a "Follow Me" gesture.
"I estimate their forces have been cut roughly in half, numbers wise. But we must stay vigilant. They'll be like a pack of caged rats, so they'll fight to the death, if they have their way. Scott, on point with me. Zhenya, prep your MG in a suitable location to cover once we have visual out the trees." Jan added over comms, aware that there was no time to waste- they had a command post to search and clear, and he didn't want to squander his time.

Moving downard, Jan kept point with Scott, his 416 high as he crouched behind a downed pine tree, the dust and condensation of the snow and ice thrown up from the weaponry that had hit the airfield had the whole area in dissaray. Looking over the collapsed tree, he saw the checkpoint. They'd have to get through them to move onto the airfield itself, and to the command post, in order to breach through. Jan could guess that the Russian had a different location with his team, as he positioned himself in a crouching position, putting his ACOG's reticule over one of the hostiles.
"This is it. Weapons free." Jan muttered significantly into his radio, pulling the trigger of the HK. The weapon didn't recoil heavily, as it found one of the running men's bodies, quickly bringing him down, as responsive fire came back, hitting trees and branches all over, the AK and G3 fire scattered. Switching to his M320, the simple shot on the post itself quickly tore the weak wooden structure apart, knocking a set of beams inside to pieces as a few more militants headed out, finding whatever cover they could.
"Keep up the fire! They're running out of cover to use!" Jan said over the radio, emerging again to burst his magazine's capacity, taking out another contact in position by the gate, quickly clipping him with a short double-shot to the torso, the 5.56 doing it's job. In these cold climes, Jan still had what it took, and knew the rest of his team, like him, would match that. The small militant contingent of around 12 men wasn't going to last long at this rate, and Jan knew that they were still totally dazed and confused from the sheer volume of 300mm rockets, laser guided bombs and 25mm guns. 

(Sorry this took so long- ideas melted away, so I think this works best. Great to see you guys still onboard.)