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Carlos’s cavalry had struck their supply lines again and again—never in open battle, never with banners raised, but like shadows that appeared at dawn or vanished into the mist at dusk. Each raid followed the same pattern: a sudden thunder of hooves, the crack of pistols, a brief, brutal clash, and then silence. The supply wagons burned. The mules scattered. The escorts—usually small squads armed with muskets—were left behind, stunned, bleeding, or dead.
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