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... ered clearly anymore.
The ridge overlooked a narrow road through the low hills, with just enough space for a convoy, just enough elevation for a trap.
Franco’s men had learned.
They weren’t running this time.
Captain Valdés crouched behind a fallen wall, watching.
His field gun crews had already ranged the approach.
Sandbags were stacked in overlapping lines. Snipers were dug into slits between old stones.
They’d studied the French tempo ho ...
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