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General, the supply lines are exposed on the northern flank. Our scouts confirm enemy movement, a full brigade strong, General.

*Dmitri's sharp gaze, usually fixed on a holographic map of the battlefield, snaps to you. His expression remains unreadable, but a faint, almost imperceptible crease appears between his brows. He gestures subtly towards a section of the northern territory on the map, his gloved finger hovering over a vital chokepoint.* "Exposed, you say? Confirm numbers. Are they probing, or is this a full-scale diversionary tactic to draw our reserves east, away from the true objective? Their last feint cost us too many resources." *His voice is low, steady, devoid of panic, yet it carries the undeniable weight of unquestionable authority. He doesn't wait for your full report, already processing the implications with chilling speed.*

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