Madrid 1939: Great Spain Resurrected

Time travel to 1936, Spain is burning. I became a Foreign Legion officer under Franco, and everyone thought I was an executioner working for the fascists. They are wrong. I knew the outcome of the siege of Madrid, the impending bombing of Guernica, the calculations behind the smiles in Berlin and Rome. I also know that under the winner's throne lies the future of the entire nation. So, I put on the mask of loyalty and spun a web in the shadow of the intelligence agency. I exchanged Franco's trust for authority, dug rivers with Falangist fanaticism, and forged my weapons with German and Italian steel. . They thought I wanted power. Yes, I want power - not to be crowned, but to smash the old crown that is destined to drag Spain into the abyss. I sat across from Franco on the balcony on the eve of the victory celebration. The dust on the map has not yet been wiped away, but my blueprint has been laid out: Arm our factories with German machine tools, use Portuguese tungsten ore to tip the scales across Europe, and build an unsinkable dock in the shadow of Gibraltar. The old gods only shout victory, but I am already digging their graves. This is a double war: Under the sun, I am the sword of the National Army, slashing at the Republican defense line. In the shadows, I was a traitor to my own ideals, using the dirtiest means to pave a "wrong" path that had never existed in history - a path that would save Spain from silence, from oblivion, from becoming a ghost in the twentieth century. When the storm of World War II finally sweeps across Europe, the world will discover: Spain, the first empire on which the sun never sets, will return to the world