The cold wind swept through the streets of Dalkas, lifting the untouched snow and slamming it against the mottled walls. A military truck was parked in the middle of the street, surrounded by Dwarf soldiers with guns on their backs, knocking on the doors of every house in the small town.
"Open the door! If there's anyone inside, not opening the door is a crime!" a shivering soldier stomped his feet while pounding on the door; they needed a place to warm up and seek refuge from the cold. These undamaged buildings were simply the best places.
They had had enough of those drafty tents along the way, so they wanted to share the warm rooms with these guilty civilians... that's right, the guilty civilians.
According to the decree issued by Binghan the First more than two months ago, all Dwarfs in the occupied areas were guilty. They should have resisted actively before the occupation, and should continue to fight after being occupied.
