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... hours, at the Eleventh Army Group Headquarters of Prosen under blackout.
General Xiplin, holding a candlestick, used the dim light to look at the map.
“What kind of enchanting soup did we drink to think such a large-scale assault was a feint?” the general said in a self-mocking tone. “I can’t say whether Rocossov is a master of war, but he certainly understands the human heart, having completely outmaneuvered us.”
“What should we do then? Hold our ground?” the Chief of St ...
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