Utterly Mad

Wolf:
"Excellent! I shall have it delivered to your parking spot ASAP."
He puts the keys on the table.
"And one more thing. From here on in, you unit will be called WARWOLF. Makes things simpler to keep organized.
Make sure your unit is ready for duty as soon as possible.
Dismissed!"

The major salutes.

Smasher:

Spoiler: Hounds explained at the briefing (hover to show)

A picture of a savage-looking alien is displayed on the screen above the colonel's head. It's a humanoid creature, much resembling a dog, or a hyena. It's wearing scraps of armor obviously taken from some fallen heavy, whilst wielding a more basic firearm. A firearm that's comparable to an old AK-47.
"The main thing threatening our precence here are these bastards. Scientists gave em' a name, but we just call em' hounds. They're a primitive species living in clans all over the planet, often out of sight, and hidden from us. Now as you may think, a primitive species alone can't be a match for us well-armed humans, but some bunch of bastards have gone and supplied them with firearms! Not that advanced firearms, but that just makes it easier for them to use 'em. Once I find out who's been supplying them...
Anyway, casualties have been high on the latest time, mostly since they've got the home advantage.
Look at the picture. Remember it. These will be the ones you'll have to be most vigilant for."

Quite cleverly, you mount the HMG facing the AA-gun. It stands no chance against you, and neither does the hounds around it. The path to the tower is clear.
Your squad cheers, then mounts the offensive against the rear of the hounds engaged with the main teams.
"Well fucking done private! Now get into the tower and override the system to us!"