Wang Zhong's orders were swiftly executed.
Soon, a mound over one story high appeared at the entrance of the village.
Wang Zhong stood by with his hands on his hips supervising, occasionally reminding, "Remember to take the bullets and grenades off their bodies; I don't want to set them on fire later and have the bullets go off like firecrackers.
"It would be terrible if someone were hit by a stray bullet."
"Don't worry," Yegorov said at his side, "All the ammunition has been collected. Even though their rifle bullets don't fit our rifles, I still ordered them all to be taken away, just in case. These bullets and the captured rifles are stored in the winery's warehouse."
Wang Zhong nodded, without any additional comment.
Soon, the young people of the town brought over the last corpse, tossing it onto the top of the pile of bodies, then stood in place, looking at Wang Zhong in unison.
Wang Zhong: "That's all?"
"Yes, all the bodies that could be found on the streets are here."
