"Where are you taking us?" a reporter who looked European or American asked anxiously.
He did not keep bringing up human rights, because everyone here had already seen that such things did not exist here. The "war correspondents" who caused trouble were dragged away on the spot, and no one knew what had become of them. Though there were no public executions or beheadings as barbaric as that, anyone could guess that those people had not met a good end. The soldiers here kept their mouths shut, and no one revealed even the slightest bit of information to them. But after several days of follow-up reporting, after seeing the Resistance's equipment and the ethnic makeup of its soldiers, these war correspondents understood that Latveria's civil war was not as simple as the ones they had seen in the Middle East.
The technology behind those Super Heavy Tanks and Assault Transports alone surpassed that of many countries around the world. Then there was this unusual army, made up of Latino, African, Asian, Slavic, and soldiers of countless other ethnicities from all over the world. It showed that a larger organization was directing this war from behind the scenes. Some experienced war correspondents immediately thought of a proxy war. They believed certain countries were using Latveria to test weapons and expand their influence—if they had seen the Praetorian Guard, their suspicions might have gone even further, into something far more terrifying. Aside from a few war correspondents seeking the truth, the rest wisely kept their mouths shut. After all, they were merely war correspondents, not soldiers or agents.
"As long as you follow orders, you won't die," the soldier said with a smile. He pointed at the military police units marching over in formation to maintain order. "Don't waste time. The people