Fifty-five past one, outside Clovis.

Under the ruined streets, the sound of messy military boots mixed with gunshots broke the brief silence. Two companies wearing identical military uniforms and carrying the red and black King Clovis flags scattered in front, relying on the The wreckage of the fortifications left by the street militia launched tentative attacks on each other.

There are not too many troops on both sides, but it is enough to draw a line in the middle of the narrow street and try to suppress the opposite side with frontal firepower.

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