Pincer

"Well, this is the enemy line. And here..." a hand reached out, indicating several flags crowded on the map, "...is our artillery."
"So I'm thinking, we use the artillery to engage the enemy and keep them busy, while our riflemen move into a flanking position over here. And I want the scout snipers and several skirmisher groups up on that hill over there. That way, we'll get the enemy into a crossfire he won't be able to withdraw from."
Prince Zhan Ahrmahk looked over his precisely ordered ranks of tin soldiers. He will be a great military commander one day...