While Wang Zhong and the Ceres representative were drinking and enjoying themselves, Filippov was leading his troops into a new village.
Skana Village, located 49 kilometers from the center of Plowsonia.
Filippov was the regiment commander. By the time he entered the village, it had already been captured two hours earlier.
A group of prisoners was digging pits in a clearing beside the village.
Filippov patted the driver's shoulder: "Stop here."
The Jeep halted beside the prisoners digging pits.
"Priest!" Filippov shouted at the guards. "What are they doing here?"
"Making them bury their own comrades. We can't just leave the bodies lying around, can we? We considered piling them up to burn, but it's getting dark, and that would be an obvious target for artillery."
The Priest paused. "Don't worry, Comrade Commander, we won't execute the prisoners. Although, back in the day, they forced our comrades to dig their own pits and then killed them all!"
