The North PacificBoard

The first truck raced towards embassy outer gate, it igroned the warning shots. Chris heard his spotter call "250 meters... 200.... 150"
Chris drew breath at 100 and let it go at 50 "FIRE!"
at 45 the rockets landed out of embassy top floor, at 25 it met the truck by 10 it was made truck a burnt out husk, the flaming wreck smashed through the gates all occupants well roasted.
Greg sargent through away his first kraken launcher and ready the next, as gun fire lashed the guard house and tower near the wrecked gate as men in 2nd 3rd and 4th truck began to disembark. Greg Sargent sighted his weapon prayed to who ever was up there, then fired. He swear someone nudged his hand as missle hit 6th truck, sarge cursed his bad luck he aimed for clump around the 2nd truck. Yet the large fire ball that followed suggested the last truck had something stronger than bullets and men in it's back...
The rebels force with the loss of the heavy support weapons where pinned at the entrance of the embassy compound, and now they call men from airport if they weren't need at belfast port...

Khan grapped the rebel officer head with his armoured gloves and slowly pushed his fingers into his eyes. He was reward with a lovely crunch of skull. He threw the corpse away. He breathed heavily, his blood was mixing with theres now. The main barracks was now on fire, the last of his fellow British allies where limping or dragging themselves toward him.
"8? Such a blessed number" he laughed with them and kitchen staff there original force was down from there 45 to 14. And at least half of them where injured.
"We took 23 with us in that flame" spat the medic the leader of the sorry lot thought khan.
"VERY WELL" said khan "you lot get to swift water you 13 shall escape I will buy some more time" khan ripped his axe from a rebel he was trying to crawl of way with his axe in his back. Medic called "a fine sheild?"
Khan laughed as he picked up the young rebel by his neck. "A glorious sheild"

"Today our forces took the airport with out any losses! Soon all of belfast shall fall under our rain and with now the main port abandoned by the british coward all that is left is the embassy! One last hook of tyranny to be removed! Show these red coats no quarter glory to irland glory too REVOLUTION!"
losses 41 personnel of British variety lay dead.
7 injured
112 irish rebels have been either shot, stabbed crushed, used as a human sheild by khan, bludgeoned or burnt to a crisp by Greg Sargent to death. 2 injured by destruction of the 6th truck due to shrapnel wounds.