Pfluger made short work of felling the trees that surrounded the village with the tractor. The villagers followed behind and taking axes, chopped up the logs. Once the villagers had cleared away the fallen wood, Bjornson hooked a chain onto a stump situated on a small hill. He gave a thumbs up.
“Okay, pull!” Bjornson cried into his comms. Pfluger gunned the engine and after a few minutes of pulling, the stump came free followed by a few bricks caught in the roots.
“That’s odd,” Bjornson thought. He called Colonel Larkin and Commander McClendon over to the hill. The two men inspected Bjornson’s find.
“Looks like a wall,” Larkin said.