Banners flapped on the cold wind, carried by the cries of the orphaned children in the sieged city. Heavy boots shook the earth, bayonets pointed towards the grey clouds as the soldiers marched through the streets, burning what was not burned, looting what wasn't yet looted...
"Small price..." Feline spoken as he looked at his men... not a thing he was proud off but it was war... and morales of his army meant more to him than well being of general population from Rostov. Impaled Easterners watched with cold stare as the army left the ruins with their leader on the front... looking towards their next target... 4th army was on loose.

The war only just started, orders were already received "What are next orders sir?" Colonel rode to Jerzy and saluted. Lynx lowered his scope and said blantly "On Moscow..." And hurried his horse... 50.000 thousand men from Commonwealth soon followed...

(Of course it is just a historical fiction. I love Russian culture and do not desire to stirr any bad blood)

Art by https://www.furaffinity.net/user/jadan