Alfred Marshall, the former head of the Enclave's military advisory group to aid Mexico, was captured by the Aurora Legion during the Battle of Havana. He was trapped in Havana during the nuclear winter, but was forced by Victor Hugo, the commander of the Legion, to form the Legion's military intelligence
Bureau, became the first director, and gained deep trust.
After the nuclear winter, Marshall returned to the Enclave. After intelligence agencies investigated him, the Enclave Department of Defense fired him. Six months later, he was activated and sent to Mexico, becoming a commercial counselor at the Enclave embassy in Mexico.
To put it bluntly, he was exiled and sent to exile, 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 Enclave's most important ally and younger brother. But now Mexico City is like a hell on earth, and scenes are going on all the time in the entire city.
Tragedy.
The Enclave's embassy in Mexico is currently the only functioning institution in the embassy area. The embassy is guarded by Enclave troops. Outside the embassy, armed personnel of the Diego regime are loitering.
Marshall was standing by the street-facing window on the third floor of the embassy, quietly looking at the chaotic world outside. There were long lines on the street, and a large number of Mexicans came to the embassy to apply for visas in the hope of crossing the border.
Enclave.
But in fact, the vast majority of these people cannot even pass the Mexican security guard. They must pay a large amount of gold coins to be eligible to enter the embassy.
It's useless to enter the embassy. The visa officers don't even look at most people's application materials and just throw them away. There are various reasons for rejecting visas, such as the applicant being too ugly.
Many people came with high hopes, but left crying. Standing by the window, Marshall felt extremely heavy. He never thought that the world would become so bad, not only Mexico, but also the Enclave.
Can't go there.
Before the Catastrophe, the American political system was designed to serve the rich, and after the Catastrophe, it evolved to serve the particularly rich and powerful. The bottom class of society? No one cares!
In contrast, the Aurora Legion has strict rules and complicated disciplines, but all levels of society are much better off...
"Dear, it's time to eat." Marshall's wife knocked on the door. Due to the shortage of manpower in the embassy, the families of the embassy staff also arranged some simple tasks, and there were also benefits of free accommodation. However, these benefits were compared to Marshall's in the Aurora Corps.
The enjoyment is far less.
There was only a bean soup as the main dish for dinner, with some marinated whale meat in it. The main dish was bread with some tomato sauce, which is already rare in Mexico.
Tomato paste is still imported from the Aurora Legion. After the nuclear winter, the Legion took advantage of the superior light and heat conditions in the Caribbean to grow a large number of vegetables. Tomatoes grow quickly and have large yields, and they are very popular after being made into tomato paste.
Because Mexico is close to Cuba, ketchup shipped by sea is cheap and 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 ketchup.
"I went to the market today. Many goods are unavailable, and even the prices they can sell are very expensive. The embassy said that our food quota for this month has been used up. My dear, you have to think of a way, otherwise our dining table
It was served so quickly that I couldn't even eat the beans.
The servant at home begged me not to fire her today. She can do it without any reward as long as she stutters. Because she will never survive without us, which is equivalent to killing her. But I am considering whether to refuse harshly, because our own
There won’t be enough food to eat.”
Marshall's wife kept talking about the family's shortcomings, and the two children at home were devouring the bread. The dry bread they never ate in the past was now a rare delicacy. But even so, the two children were still very thin.
The Marshall family is still Enclave embassy staff, but life is already so bad. How do those Mexicans outside the embassy survive? God knows!
"I really regret bringing you to Mexico. I should have taken you to Cuba early." Marshall himself was also very thin, but what was more painful was his heart. He usually never complained, 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.
Propaganda made her fear and loathe Havana.
"I have told you many times that the Legion will not be finished." Marshall raised his voice. He did not like anyone slandering the Aurora Legion. "People who have never been to Havana have no idea how powerful the Legion is."
But Marshall's wife asked, "Honey, which side are you on? Aren't you an American?"
"But do you know where Americans can live a good life now?" Marshall said unhappily, "There are hundreds of thousands of Americans in the Aurora Corps, but have you ever thought about why they did not return to North America but still stayed in
Havana?”
"Because the evil army commander didn't allow them to leave." Marshall's wife said in a disgusted tone.
"No..., this is just deceptive propaganda on the radio. Even I can leave without being blocked, who else do you think can't leave? In fact, everyone is unwilling to leave. Some people returned to North America and wandered around for a while but then...
Go back to Havana because life in Havana is better and safer.”
Thinking of this, Marshall felt that he was so stupid. He had obviously infiltrated the top ranks of the Legion and was the highly trusted and trusted head of the Military Intelligence Bureau, but why didn't he think of secretly bringing his family to Havana? What happened?
For the sake of America, he foolishly ran back.
"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 my whole family very happy. My status is even more noble. The power I hold can even make many people happy."
Scared. But what am I doing now?"
Marshall looked at the dinner in front of him and said angrily: "I am now trapped in this hellish place in Mexico, eating food fed to pigs every day."
The bad situation and heavy pressure made Marshall, who had always been calm, extremely angry. He felt that he had made the stupidest 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 go hold his lap and cry for forgiveness, saying you regret leaving.
My dear, I think you should thank God for coming back from Havana. We should be content. What you have to do now is fulfill your responsibilities as a husband and father and get us some food. Apart from that, I want to give you
No other requirements."
The wife's request sounds simple, but Marshall is just a business counselor with no real power. He can hardly afford to hire a servant, so where can he go to find food?
"What the hell!" Marshall hugged his face and rubbed it hard. Although he was very confident in the Aurora Legion, the current blockade of Havana by the Enclave was indeed extremely strict. No one knew what the current situation would be like.
Direction. "What can I do now? There's nothing I can do."
The atmosphere at the dinner became quite dull, and even the two children did not dare to talk or make any noise. Just when Marshall was in trouble, someone knocked on the door of his house. Someone outside shouted: "Hi... Marshall, there's someone here.
I need you to make a trip, it should be a good errand."
The door opened, and outside was a colleague from the embassy. Marshall asked with a somewhat tired look: "What's the errand?"
"His Excellency the Ambassador asked you to meet a Mexican named Alfonso. This guy is the local governor of Merida. He is in charge of the issuance of a war bond. You have a chat with him, but don't promise him anything."
said the colleague.
"Alfonso?" Marshall, who had been the military intelligence chief of the Aurora Legion, frowned. He immediately felt that something was a little strange.