Chapter 1391 Marshall

Alfred Marshall, the former head of the Enclave's aid to Mexico military advisory group, was captured by the Aurora Legion in the Battle of Havana. Trapped in Havana during the nuclear winter, he was forced by the head of the Legion Victor Hugo to form the Legion Military Intelligence Bureau, becoming the first director and deeply trusted.

After Nuclear Winter, Marshall returns to the Enclave. He was dismissed by the Enclave Defense Department after intelligence agencies investigated him. Six months later, he was sent to Mexico and became a commercial counselor of the Enclave embassy in Mexico.

To put it bluntly, he was exiled and assigned, because Mexico is not a good place now.

Although Mexico is an important springboard for the Enclave to control the Caribbean and South America, the Diego regime is also the most important ally and younger brother of the Enclave. But now Mexico City is like a hell on earth, and tragedies are being staged in the whole city all the time.

The Enclave's embassy in Mexico is currently the only institution in operation in the embassy district, and the embassy is guarded by Enclave troops. Outside the embassy are armed personnel of the Diego regime loitering.

Marshall was standing by the street window on the third floor of the embassy, ​​quietly watching the chaotic world outside. There were long queues in the streets, and large numbers of Mexicans had come to the embassy to apply for visas in the hope of crossing the border to the Enclave.

But in fact, most of these people couldn't even pass the Mexican guards. They had to pay a large amount of gold coins to be eligible to enter the embassy.

It is useless to enter the embassy. The visa officer does not even look at the application materials of most people, and directly throws them back. There are various reasons for refusal, for example, the applicant is too ugly.

Many people came with hope, but left weeping. Standing by the window, Marshall felt extremely heavy. He never imagined that the world would become so bad, not only Mexico, but also the Enclave.

The American political system before the cataclysm was designed to serve the rich, but after the cataclysm it evolved to serve the rich and powerful. The bottom of society? No one cares!

In comparison, the Aurora Legion has strict rules and complicated disciplines, but all levels of society are much better....

"Honey, it's time to eat." Marshall's wife knocked on the door. Due to the lack of manpower in the embassy, ​​the family members of the embassy staff also arranged some simple jobs, and they also had the benefit of free accommodation. It's just that these benefits are far worse than Marshall's enjoyment in the Aurora Legion.

Dinner was only a bean soup as a main course, with a bit of marinated whale meat in it. The staple food is bread, served with some tomato sauce, which is already rare in Mexico.

Ketchup is still imported from the Aurora Legion. After the nuclear winter passed, the Legion took advantage of the superior light and heat conditions in the Caribbean to grow a large number of vegetables. Tomatoes grow fast and have a large yield. They are very popular when made into tomato sauce.

Because Mexico is close to Cuba, tomato sauce shipped by sea is cheap, and it is a rare condiment on the tables of many Mexican families. But now that the Yucatan Strait is blocked and the flow of goods is cut off, many people can't even afford tomato sauce.

"I went to the market today, and a lot of goods are not available, and even if they can be sold, the prices are very expensive. The embassy said that we have used up our food quota for this month. Honey, you have to think of a way, otherwise our table Soon I didn't even have beans to eat.

The servant at home begged me not to fire her today, she can ask for no pay as long as she has a stutter. Because she can never live without us, which is tantamount to killing her. But I'm considering whether to refuse it cruelly, because we don't have enough food for ourselves. "

Marshall's wife babbled about the family's troubles, and the family's two children were devouring themselves. Dry bread, which they never ate in the past, is now a rare delicacy. But even so, the two children were still very thin.

The Marshalls were still embassy staff in the Enclave, but life was already so bad. And how do those Mexicans outside the embassy survive? God knows!

"I regret bringing you to Mexico,

I should have taken you to smuggle to Cuba early. "Marshall himself was very thin, but what was more painful was his heart. He never complained usually, but today he couldn't bear it anymore.

"Forget it, the current situation in Cuba is also very bad. I heard on the radio that Havana has become a dead port, and the Aurora Legion is almost finished." Marshall's wife shook her head, and the Enclave demonized the Aurora Legion. The publicity made her have a great fear and loathing of Havana.

"I've told you many times that the Legion will not be finished." Marshall raised his voice. He didn't like someone to slander the Aurora Legion. "People who have never been to Havana have no idea how powerful the Legion is."

But Marshall's wife asked back: "Honey, which side are you on? Aren't you an American?"

"But do you know where Americans can live a good life now?" Marshall couldn't complain, "There are also hundreds of thousands of Americans in the Aurora Legion, but have you ever wondered why they didn't return to North America, but still stayed in the North America?" Havana?"

"Because the evil regiment commander didn't allow them to leave." Marshall's wife said in a disgusted tone.

"No..., this is just a deceitful propaganda on the radio. Even I can leave without being blocked, who else can't leave? In fact, everyone is unwilling to leave. Some people return to North America and go around Go back to Havana because life is better and safer in Havana."

Thinking about it, Marshall felt stupid. He obviously got into the top ranks of the Legion and was a highly valued and trusted leader of the Military Intelligence Bureau, but why didn't he think about secretly taking his family to Havana? In the end, for the sake of the United States, he ran back stupidly.

"I can eat the freshest and most delicious food every day in the Legion. I have dedicated servants and guards. My income is enough to make the whole family happy. My status is even more honorable. The power I hold can even make many people Scared. But what am I doing now?"

Marshall looked at the dinner in front of him, and said angrily, "I'm trapped in this ghost place in Mexico, eating pig food every day."

The bad situation and the heavy pressure made Marshall, who has always been calm, extremely annoyed. He felt that he had made the most stupid decision in the world.

But the wife didn't like her husband's complaints. She retorted: "I think we should be more tolerant and patient, and have confidence in the Enclave. If you really think your Legion Commander is better, why don't you let him save you? ?You hugged his thigh and cried for forgiveness, saying you regretted leaving.

Honey, I think you should thank God for coming back from Havana. We should be content. All you have to do now is do your duty as a husband and father and get us some food. Other than that, I have nothing else to ask of you. "

The wife's request sounds simple, but Marshall is just a business counselor with no real power. He can hardly afford to hire servants. Where can he go to find food?

"What the hell!" Marshall hugged his face and rubbed it vigorously. Although he had great confidence in the Aurora Legion, the Enclave's current blockade of Havana was indeed extremely strict. No one knows in what direction the current situation will develop. "What can I do now? There's nothing I can do."

The atmosphere of the dinner became quite dull, and even the two children dared not speak loudly. And just when Marshall was in trouble, there was a knock on the door of his house. Someone shouted outside: "Hey... Marshall, I need you to go to something, it should be a good job."

The door opened, and a colleague from the embassy was outside. Marshall asked with a tired expression: "What's the errand?"

"His Excellency the Ambassador asked you to meet a Mexican named Alfonso. That guy is the local governor of Merida. He controls the issuance of a war bond. You talk to him, but don't promise him anything." colleagues said.

"Alfonso?" Marshall, who was the military intelligence chief of the Aurora Legion, frowned. He immediately felt that something was a little strange.