World Battlefronts: Tactician's Dream

The ancient, tranquil towns of Provence stirred uneasily in the hot August sun. This year there were no vacationing Parisians on the beaches but a new wave of American tourists had arrived. Through the nodding summer countryside came the faint chatter of machine-gun fire, the roar of a big gun, the crack of a rifle. On dusty roads columns of tanks grumbled by, and above them fighter planes rode busily to work.

Warmed by the sun, cooled by the fierce, antiseptic mistral, favored by commerce and the sea, the land had bred a human race...

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