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  Vik (@SweatyGGEZ) reported 2 minutes ago

  @BattlefieldComm @rowni_ahaha Can we fix redsec Crashing on Xbox specifically. Literally the game just freezes mid game.

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  AXXA (unjabbed) 🙏🏿🇺🇸🍊🌺 (@AXXA13365950) reported 3 minutes ago

  @PAMarine412 @ScottJenningsKY @grok Since you are a Marine, do you realize what I would do to you if you were in my command on the battlefield and you gave me a false report on the enemy's location? Why are you so willing now to dishonor our shared service by being dishonest, either through malice or laziness?

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  Joel_silva (@joel_hkg) reported 4 minutes ago

  @BattlefieldComm Fix strikepoint

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  Okwutex👷 (@Okwutez) reported 7 minutes ago

  Men, keep off another man's wife. Whether her marriage appears broken, whether she says she is unhappy, or whether divorce papers are already being discussed, keep your distance. A relationship may be ending. Another man's pride, humiliation, or rage may not be. The mistake is believing you are entering a love story. No. You are entering another man's battlefield without knowing where the mines are buried. Humiliation has driven men to acts that logic would never approve. A wounded ego does not ask whether the relationship was already over. It asks only who will carry the cost. Every year, men are stabbed, shot, imprisoned, or buried over women who were never theirs to begin with. A moment of pleasure is rarely worth a lifetime of consequences. Strategic men avoid battles that offer no meaningful victory. There is no power in inheriting another man's domestic war. Only unnecessary risk. Respect another man's boundaries. Respect your dignity. Live long enough to fight battles worth winning. -Copied-

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  The Good Time Rambler (@marvingardns) reported 7 minutes ago

  Horseshoe Bend, 1814 I saw this neat overflight view of Horseshoe Bend from one of them generic Alabama history pages. But there was zero context to the tactical problem, which was obviously against the Red Stick’s favor, but not completely. I had walked the battlefield myself so I decided to annotate it. Jackson had been at the end of his rope by the winter of 1813-1814. As attributed to Napoleon, an Army marches on its stomach. He was deep in the wild Coosa and of the 2,000 something soldiers and camp followers crossed the Ditto Ferry with him, less than three hundred remained. The supply of his army was appalling. Most of the U.S. Army’s logistical chain was focused on Canada. What Jackson’s army had left were state legislatures, local contractors and almost nothing to forage in the Coosa. Legend was he faced near mutiny with the mouth of his cannon. But he could not entice expiring militia enlistees to stay. Even David Crockett left the Army to tend to poor Polly back home in the Nickajack to see that she wintered and that he’d sow for the Spring. He’d left John Wesley, William and Margaret behind with her. But he’d return to Army for the summer campaign. But the memory of being so hungry that he’d eaten potatoes boiled in human fat was the most disturbing recollections of his normally wry memoirs. When early Spring returned, so too did more 90-day militia, and some who’d volunteered for the “duration of the present War.” Moreover he had a regiment of regulars of the U.S. Army, the 39th Infantry including a young Lieutenant named Sam Houston. Hopeful to his cause and all were also two cannons in blue carriages. He had probably around 1,500 infantry at most facing across a scrubby but open field of fire (I marked in blue NATO “X”). He placed his two guns on a wooded knoll (red rectangle) about 75 yards from the Creek barricade and shelled the native works for about two hours. But recent rains had soften the logs and made the ground spongy. The bombardment was ineffectual. But by then John Coffee, a close confidante of Jackson and his cavalry commander, had positioned his cavalry dismounts (green rectangle) south of the Tallapoosa Bend as Cherokee allies led by The Whale (and including Major Ridge) rowed a relay of warriors (yellow rectangle) across the River. The Red Stick village of Tohopeka (white circle) was now threatened with being overrun. As their Chief Menawa and other leaders sent some warriors back to contain the Cherokee beachhead, Jackson sent his infantry in. The first assault was probably no more than 350 men, but among the first over the barricade was Lt. Sam Houston who almost immediately took an arrow wound to the groin. It would not be the last wound of the day for him, but it would last the longest. Red Stick defenses quickly collapsed and mayhem, then bedlam ensued. Warriors who tried to escape west across the Tallapoosa were shot down by a screen of pickets along the bank - Tennessee dismounts, Cherokee, White Stick Creeks. It was all over by early afternoon with few captives taken but for a few women and children. Chief Menawa managed an escape. So too did Peter McQueen, who encouraged the Fort Mims massacre. But Jackson had crushed only the heart of the Red Creek resistance. It’s spirit lived on in a few die hard guerrillas like Peter McQueen, who sought refuge around Pensacola begging for firearms from the Spanish and awaiting the coming the British who had a new “Gulf Strategy” to win the War of 1812. There a motley collection of Creek, Seminole and Maroons would continue to resist the new American Gulf expansion, and especially the ever greedy Georgians… But all that is a story for another day.

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  Andy 🤟🏼🤙🏼 (@Andy_Reset) reported 12 minutes ago

  @Battlefield Please fix the constant game crashing for the Xbox

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  Hsin's (@jiendzi_) reported 13 minutes ago

  Qingxiao straight-up said her sword formation can only be held for a limited time. Resonators exhaust Fortes or overclock, she pulls this off thanks to centuries of experience (maybe). Ovathrax in 1.0 was incomplete/weakened with no vessel, so it created Dreamless. It can still reawaken since they never die. It's also ******* broken, it hijack the concept of combat to sustain and empower the battlefield, it can also amplify the retroact rain because it can manipulate as well. Fractsidus itself push extremes in the shadows. Muyu’s Forte is busted (not even with them). Powerscaling for me is still balanced. Jinhsi & Cartethyia are the Sentinel peaks for a reason. Her scene was hype but showed clear limits.

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  Connor McMahon ™ (@TheeMcMahon) reported 14 minutes ago

  @BattlefieldComm Fix strike point it’s been over a month

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  Archaeo - Histories (@archeohistories) reported 15 minutes ago

  Their armor gleamed in the sunlight on July 11 in 1302. The flower of French nobility. Two thousand mounted knights, proud sons of a warrior class that had ruled Europe’s battlefields for centuries. Their horses stomped and snorted beneath them, plate and mail shimmered in the summer sun, and gold spurs—symbols of their caste—glinted like tiny suns at their heels. They expected an easy victory, another chance to display their courage and superiority. Opposing them was a collection of tradesmen and craftsmen—guildsmen from the cities of Flanders. Butchers. Weavers. Bakers. They stood in muddy fields on foot, wielding long pikes and heavy wooden clubs tipped with iron. These were not knights. They wore no heraldic badges, carried no lances, sang no songs of glory. But they had something the French lacked—unity, purpose, and the advantage of ground soaked with recent rain. Flanders, a wealthy and urbanized region, had long been a thorn in the side of the French crown. Its thriving textile industry relied on English wool, and its merchant class had grown rich and increasingly resentful of French interference. The spark for this particular confrontation had come in May, in Bruges. French rule had grown brutal under the crown’s governor, Jacques de Châtillon, who demanded heavy taxes and tried to crush Flemish autonomy. When he pushed too far, the people erupted. At dawn, armed with knives and axes, the townspeople rose in what became known as the Matins of Bruges, murdering hundreds of French soldiers in their beds. Blood ran through the streets. The message to the French crown was clear: the burghers would no longer bow. In response, King Philip IV sent Robert of Artois to crush the rebellion. He brought with him over 2,500 knights and thousands more foot soldiers—a professional army trained for war. The rebels had no such discipline. They were a patchwork force of city militias, merchant guilds, and a few minor nobles who joined the cause. Yet when both armies met outside the walled town of Courtrai, the rebels had the terrain in their favor. The field was crisscrossed by ditches, streams, and boggy ground—death to cavalry. The Flemish anchored their line with the Lys River to their back. It was a dangerous move. There would be no retreat. But it was also a statement: they would stand or die here. The French began with a rain of crossbow bolts. Their archers pushed back the Flemish skirmishers and might have broken the line altogether, had Robert not called them off. The knights, he insisted, would finish the job. They never got the chance. The French horsemen, heavy with armor, lurched into motion. As they thundered across the sodden field, they lost cohesion, their ranks shattered by hidden ditches and mud. When they reached the Flemish front, they found not fear but steel—bristling pikes held by men who refused to move. Horses reared. Knights fell. And when they did, the Flemish closed in with their goedendags—iron-rimmed clubs that caved in skulls with a single blow. On the flanks, the French charges were beaten back. In the center, a breakthrough came—but the Flemish reserves surged forward and slammed the door shut. Surrounded, dismounted, the knights were picked off one by one. Robert of Artois, refusing to retreat, charged again with his personal guard. He was surrounded, dragged from his horse, and killed. He begged them to spare his beloved steed. They killed it too. After three hours, the battlefield fell silent. Over 1,000 French soldiers lay dead—among them, more than 500 knights. Their golden spurs were ripped from their boots and later hung in a local church as trophies. And so the fight came to be known as the Battle of the Golden Spurs. #archaeohistories

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  Carlos barragan (@Carlosb65980631) reported 16 minutes ago

  @BattlefieldComm Might as well fix the rubber banding, and adding a 12x scope

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  The real Adam Gauthier (@RealTheAdamG) reported 18 minutes ago

  @Battlefield If you guys can’t fix the ******* net code, hit registration issues, a new map means nothing. The game could be something great.

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  Vader (@RantsNGames) reported 18 minutes ago

  @BattlefieldComm Can you also fix where the party can’t stay or connect together to the next game, and even sometimes not everyone on the squad loads into the game?? Is it hard to have basic features even your own games had working properly decades ago??

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  Aaron A 🇺🇸 🎮 (@GenZod83) reported 18 minutes ago

  @devdogg96 @BattlefieldComm So you just want the battlepass for free is what im hearing. Dude spend the $10. Live service games need to make money somehow to make improvements for the game.

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  Mr Battlefield (@MrBattlefield0) reported 18 minutes ago

  @JulianWinters9 @BattlefieldComm That was most likely a server issue at the time. Few of my friends had issues for a minute and eventually resolved itself for the course of an hour or less.

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  Maxim Soucy (@maximsoucy) reported 21 minutes ago

  @TPeronist47220 @BattlefieldComm @Battlefield Fix Strikepoint then this statement can be somewhat remotely true