The forces have surrounded the West side of the Forest. You are in command. When you give the signal its a roaring wall of death, napalm scorching the trees to ashes and the fucking squirrels with them. Two and a quarter million shells fired into the trees in unstoppable sweeps. Underground bunkers decimated with drilling rockets. You destroy all the rodents in the forest without a single causality on your side. President Liberal gives you a medal of honer for it. Although many protest your ashing of sixty four percent of a once beautiful natural place.