“They weren’t caught unprepared,” Marc said.
“Sir?” Murphy and Ryan both said.
Marc pointed to the mounds of spent casings. A significant amount of ammunition was expended, with a pattern indicating the men were organised in a half circle. Exactly like we taught them.
Fifty-six paces away there was another pile, but this one still had a body. Marc turned back to face Aelred and whispered something. Neither of the men heard a thing, but the French officer melted into the darkness.
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