Dibs, but not actually to adjust the battlefield.
Glorious Leader's Palace, City of Gardai, Gardai District, Glorious People's Republic of Glorious Tejekov*ring-ring*...
*ring-ring*[Glorious Leader: "What?"]
[Minister of Marital Matters: "Glorious Leader, we have a situation in Kanski."]
[Glorious Leader: "Specifically."]
[Minister of Martial Matters: "A gunship pilot was dispatched to a guard outpost in some shithole no-one cares about. She retreated very quickly when she saw what was happening, she's saying that there was some sort of an invasion."]
[Glorious Leader: "Who?! Russians or Americans? If it's the Russians, get the chemical weapons prepped, it's go-time--"]
[Minister of Martial Matters: "Ah, I'm not saying that your suspicions were not wholly justified, Glorious Leader, it is simply that reality refuses to reflect them at this time. No, it appears that aliens are invading."]
[Glorious Leader: "... Aliens."]
[Minister of Martial Matters: "Several varieties, in fact. All fighting each other. Not sure what for."]
[Glorious Leader: "Have they attacked us?"]
[Minister of Martial Matters: "Yes, they have blown up the outpost."]
[Glorious Leader: "Does any other government know?"]
[Minister of Martial Matters: "Not a one. The Ministry of Positive Diplomacy is keeping this under lock and key."]
[Glorious Leader: "Get Putin on the phone and tell him I need a favor. Get Operation George's Cross prepped for launch. The gloves are off, minister; let's blow these demons back to hell."]
[Minister of Martial Matters: "Aliens, Glorious Leader."]
[Glorious Leader: "Whatever."]
[Glorious Leader: *groan*]
Meanwhile, back at the battlefield...Things remain the same. That was what, a five minute conversation? No-one can mobilize troops that fast, let alone Tejekov.