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“That’s suicide.”

“Yes.”

“Then let’s make sure they hear it,” he said. , the bridge exploded with a roar that shook the valley. And from the church tower, the great bronze bell began to toll – three strikes, pause, three strikes – over and over, until the Germans’ return fire shattered the silence between peals.

Marco stood still. “The bell. When we blow the bridge, they’ll know. They’ll shoot everyone in the village.”

He didn’t answer. The plan was simple: explosives on the stone arch bridge a mile below the village. But the detonator was in the church sacristy, and the Germans had turned the piazza into a staging ground. Someone would have to go down there.