Vasily smiled at the child's panicked expression.
Filippov reminded him from the side, "You now look like a villain in a movie about the civil war, like Peterlyula or something."
Vasily restrained his smile and looked at his old friend, "Really?"
"Very much so. This child probably wasn't afraid of the Marshal, it was your smile he was afraid of. This poor kid is likely to have nightmares of your smile for nights to come."
"That's good," Vasily touched his cheek, "what I want is for all of them to have nightmares about me in the future. It's part of the Marshal's psychological warfare plan."
Filippov: "Why go for psychological warfare? We're prepared for a methodical attack, Prosenia can be steadily taken——ah!"
After exclaiming, Filippov leaned in close to Vasily, pulled him away from the enemy, and said in a voice only the two could hear, "The attack isn't next March, it's now, isn't it? Only rushing the attack would need these unconventional methods."
