The regime changed in Yedisen, which toppled Aleksandr Fyodorov, who fled the country to Russia, which gave him political asylum since he was really close to Russia, and brought a liberal government that greatly cut FLN funding, which gave us a massive upper hand in negotiations.
We quickly recognised them, as well as promising a close cooperation with them on a broad range of issues like drug trade, as well as the possibility of establishing a single currency zone like the European Eurozone, which would increase the efficiency of the businesses, which was long desired by the Yedisen.
Tamaroa sent a letter for a negotiation after pressuring them hard.
But they refused for some reason to end, saying they should all have an amnesty, while also establishing a party, which we refused. Then they attacked our barracks in the village of Namangan, which was pretty small and old, and thus quickly fell into their hands.
We got enraged and quickly launched a punitive operation to stop their attacks, while also liberating our barracks in Namangan.
The operation was to use all types of elements of the army air forces, land, while also requesting ballistic missile strikes from Tibilistan's Navy stationed in Kaspy sea, in a blitzkrieg style, meaning to pressure at all fronts at a fast speed.
The first place of operation was Namangan barracks. First, the helicopters approached, then the soldiers inside started pounding with their AK-47s.
The sound of Ta Ta was so loud, as well as the smoke after all of the firing.
This was done to decrease our fatalities by eliminating their troops on the rooftop.
But suddenly, a soldier with an RPG shot down our one helicopter.
The helicopter crashed near our soldiers, nearly killing them, but instead injured them.
The blast was massive, big yellow with sound Bugh with it.
Killing one pilot with six soldiers inside. (Rip soldiers)
Then the J-20 fighter jet flew over, dropping an 800-pound bomb, which caused a big, loud explosion in their barracks. The FLN troops started panicking, but their commander quickly established order, repositioning troops in an effective defensive way.
The primary weapons of the FLN were similar to those used by the Viet Cong army in Vietnam: AK-47s, many RPGs, and many technical vehicles(basically mounting machine guns or other guns on standard civilian vehicles for agility, and their low cost), trying to emulate the success of the Somali Alliance, which was used extensively in civil war. It was nothing compared to ours, but given they didn't fight in the traditional sense and only like a guerrilla, which made it hard for us to smoke them out.
Meanwhile, our small black BRDM-2's, counting 20, encircled the barracks, our troops in green uniforms with a grey ushanka (the Russian big hats), which resembled the soviet uniforms.
We started announcing on the loudspeakers for them to surrender.
Stop fighting and surrender. We will not court-martial you, but we will try you using a civilian court,- announced Tamaroa.
Never,- some random FLN presumably commander shouted.
Alright, boys, time to smoke them out,- said Tamaroa, looking at our soldiers nearby.
As he finished the words, the soldier standing next to Tam fell dead after being hit by a bullet.
The blood splashed on Tamaroas uniform.
We all dropped to the ground. We saw a sniper on their rooftop.
Tamaroa crashed out, took out the rifle which belonged to a now corpse, and started aiming, and CLACK BOOM.
The sniper I saw dropped from the rooftop.
Shit, can't you soldiers even do that?- shouted Tamaroa.
That greatly increased the morale of the soldiers.
The heavy firing was intense; my head buzzed.
The FLN soldiers were dropping dead fast, but ours were twice as fast.
I panicked. What if we lose, and all of their lives will be gone for nothing?
Stop,- came out of the FLN base.
The light-bearded man in a brown FLN uniform, presumably the highest field commander, appeared on the rooftop.
Let's negotiate,- he shouted
Then come down, let's talk,- I shouted
After five minutes, the big gates opened, and the commander appeared, heading towards us, fearing nothing, we let him into our tent nearby. He was escorted by five lightly armoured footmen, who gave an aura of veteran soldiers.
Corporal pointed with his hand at our tent.
Negotiation will be there,- corporal said.
The FLN commander didn't reply.
He entered our tent, but his escort remained outside eating our soldiers with their stares.
He sat on the carpet, accepting our offer of coffee, smiling, but falsely.
So what are your conditions,- asked Tamaroa.
Give amnesty to me, with a few commanders: Ali(the high captain famous for his commanding skills), Shokrizade(young female commander famous for entering FLN into politics), and no issuance of death penalty to any members, as well as not any oppression of non-combatant members, he proposed.
No,- I said.
Listen, Ismael, please let me handle this,- asked Tamaroa
Ok, it's the last time you do something without my involvement,- I said.
So the escorting team is your commanders, right?- asked Tamaroa.
Yes,- was the answer.
Alright - Tamaroa agreed without thinking too long.
The bearded man stood up, shook hands with Tamaroa in a manly fashion, holding in a tight grip.
Ok, we make it official,- he announced.
Alright, the press reports not for me, I'm just gonna flee to Waziristan,- bearded rebel presumably, Shamil answered.
Alright, we give safe passage through K-23 road, but don't cause any trouble,- Tamaroa gave him a manifesto.
As he said, the Shamil(probably) stood up, heading towards the exit, the soldiers of ours were staring at him with their eyes, all trying to gather all possible information about the infamous FLN leader who could carry three RPG's with multiple rifles like they were feathers.
Even Tamaroa looked intently at his back, which was wide, resembling a Dagestani wrestler's back, muscles that looked carved from granite, stretching the fabric of his uniform to its absolute limit.
All of the amnestied sat in a black-tinted Jeep, while surrendered soldiers kept coming, all putting their hands behind their heads, while throwing their guns to the ground without regret. Our soldiers started searching, then checking for ID, then putting them into trucks heading to the nearest detention center so that we can figure out their fate later.
That's the disaster,- said Tamaroa.
Why did you even agree? You were like begging for it,- I remarked.
We were losing,- he answered.
The medics rushed to save lives, as well as to treat injuries, all in a serious mood. The number of injured soldiers was massive.
Our soldiers entered the barracks. The FLN soldiers, who raised their hands, dropping their guns, showed the room where our soldiers, whom they had captured from our barracks, were located.
The captured soldiers were all safe, but some were injured, and there were no casualties during the siege since the FLN attacked with surprise and fell to the FLN quickly.
The soldiers started to count casualties, and multiple black trucks appeared to load the corpses, all of them unceremoniously.
Meanwhile, FLN soldiers were led to vans to be transported to the nearby medium security prison, Butovo.
I could see how morale dropped after Shamil, the famous war criminal, left, but that was the smartest choice to stop the insurgency.
Another reason for the drop in morale of soldiers was that the famously undefeatable Tamaroa lost and was begging for a deal.
The weather was cold in the middle of winter.
After the cleanup finished, the soldiers gathered and started to drink heavily.