tachak

I swear! It's all true!

Do I look stupid to you?

If your son's not here, whose overalls and boots are those? Huh?

Fine don't talk. We've got plenty of time.

Please, take me! I'll do hard labor for Lord Fetisov! I'll do anything!

Please, just let my son go!

Pfft. You think hard labor's gonna do it?

Round up everyone in the village.

Aye.

W-What are you doing?

What are we doing? Harboring the Infected is a serious crime.

In the name of Lord Fetisov, all your lands are now forfeit!

What?!

We don't know anything about it! This doesn't have anything to do with us!

We didn't do anything!

Shut your trap and fall in line!

Oh no... I knew this would happen...

So that's what they're doing.

Letting the Infected escape on purpose, following them home, all in order to enslave free peasants and confiscate their land.

The perfect excuse.

This, too, is an old story.

I'll get those criminals, if that's the last thing I do!

Hold on. Don't make any hasty moves.

You have a plan?

Go to the high ground to the east of the village and stay out of sight.

Fire at the brawlers on my signal.

Doesn't matter if you miss. I'll take care of the rest.

Gotcha.

Time to clean up.

House to house? Are you serious?

Cut the crap and go. You're being paid for a reason.

Fine...

Someone's shooting at us!

What?! From where?

East side! On that hill!

You two! Go around and get him!

Take cover! Take cover!

What the hell's going on?!

What are you doing? Return fire!

No! No!

Where is everybody?

There is no one else.

My leg! My leg!

Stay down.

Or test my patience. Your choice.

Mr. Alsu.

M-Mr. Alexsandr！

Tell everyone else to go indoors and stay there.

A-Alright.

H-How dare you... peasants...

Not so cocky now that it's just you, eh?

Y-You'll pay for this!

Colonel Lomono's unit is just over the hill!

Lord Fetisov won't let this go unpunished! You're dead, you hear me? Dead!

Nobles, magnates, boyars.

Is this the best that Ursus has to offer?

Y-You're not Ursus!

No, I'm not.

I don't really care to meet those high and mighty lords of yours, but I have a friend who wants to meet you.

Let me introduce you to Comrade Degtyaryov.

Tachanka pats his machine gun fondly, cracking a smile beneath his heavy helmet.

Gunshots ring through the winter forest, startling a flock of fowlbeasts.