mbt changa cork| climbing up into the trucks

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   That was the last he had seen of Golz with his strange white face that never tanned You are not allowed to view links. Register or Login, his hawk eyes, the big nose and thin lips and the shaven head crossed with wrinkles and with scars. Tomorrow night they would be outside the Escorial in the dark along the road; the long lines of trucks loading the infantry in the darkness; the men, heavy loaded, climbing up into the trucks; the machine-gun sections lifting their guns into the trucks; the tanks being run up on the skids onto the long-bodied tank trucks; pulling the Division out to move them in the night for the attac many at the beginning You are not allowed to view links. Register or Login," the gypsy said philosophically. "Pablo killed more than the bubonic plague."
   "That and the riches," Anselmo said. "Also he drinks very much. Now he would like to retire like a _matador de toros_. Like a bullfighter. But he cannot retire."
   "If he crosses to the other side of the lines they will take his horses and make him go in the army," the gypsy said. "In me there is no love for being in the army either."
   "Nor is there in any other gypsy You are not allowed to view links. Register or Login," Anselmo said.
   "Why should there be?" the gypsy asked. "Who wants to be in an army? Do we make the revolution to be in an army? I am willing to fight but not to be in an army."
   "Where are the others?" asked Robyilai：
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