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... table simulation room.
A group of men in military uniforms gathered around the sand table, their brows furrowed enough to crush flies.
"Old Gu, you’re giving up your flank?"
The veteran Zhao Tiezhu pointed at the red flag on the sand table, his voice booming.
Gu Yanshen held a pusher in his hand, his expression as cold as ice.
He didn’t lift his head, the pusher directly pointed at the blue side’s logistics supply line.
"Press forward with the enti ...
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