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... of engines, not of weather, but of machine.
Sweeping low over the rolling fields, formations of twin-engine bombers cut through the gray clouds, their dark fuselages gleaming with the tricolor roundel of the Armée de l’Air.
They moved in perfect formation, too perfect. Rehearsed. Artificial.
On the ground, the blast of a whistle sent entire battalions of French infantrymen surging forward from their foxholes, bayonets fixed, rifles braced.
Their pace was quick... ...
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