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... rumble rolled over the Aragonese hills at dawn, too steady to be artillery, too distant to be armor.
Renaud stepped out of the forward command tent, squinting against the rising light.
The sun hadn’t fully breached the horizon.
Then the sky cracked.
Black shapes dropped from above fast, angular.
Stuka dive bombers.
He didn’t even have time to shout before the first siren wailed.
"Airstrike! Get down!"
The bombs hit a moment later, o ...
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