13:00-14:00:
Not even a quarter of an hour into the battle, the enemy called for a ceasefire. I accepted.
The only reason I was so successful was the silly AI maneuvering. The enemy squads did not like their starting defensive positions and so bolted to and fro, to the detriment of their fight.
Running out from cover onto the esplanade, attempting to flank me for no good purpose, sending a platoon far out from the front...
To be honest, I took the ceasefire because there just wasn't any challenge to a victory that would follow even from spending the next 20 minutes cooling my heels.
There's something else I intended to say at some point. If I recall what that is, I'll inform you.
Next time will be better, I believe.
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