More than half a century ago, Cancun, Mexico, was just a small fishing village with a population of more than 300 people. When the catastrophe occurred, it was a tourist city that received two million tourists a year. It has bright sunshine and clear sea water.
The white soft beach is a holiday destination.
But now it is as ghostly as all the cities in the world.
Commander Blücher checked into a five-star hotel suite. He was standing by the window, his mood as gloomy as the endless gray sky outside the window. Behind him, the smuggler Koma was enthusiastically playing with a portable boiler.
When the flame heated the cold water, the cold room gradually felt a little warm.
"Your Majesty Commander, what do you think of this boiler? It can provide your soldiers with a good living environment, improve their morale and combat effectiveness, and make them happy to serve you. The most rare thing is that this boiler is very cheap and only requires
You can sell one for five gold coins." Kema tried his best to promote his products.
There were other naval officers from the Enclave in the suite. They were all tortured to death by the cold nuclear winter. A lightweight and practical boiler was a strategic material they urgently needed.
"Five gold coins?" Commander Blücher asked coldly, holding a gold coin with the Aurora flag printed on it in his hand. It is a gold-copper-nickel alloy, weighing ten grams, with toothed edges, and is made by stamping.
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"Yes." Koma bowed and smiled. Seeing the expressionless face of the potential big customer in front of him, he said anxiously: "If the purchase volume is large, the price can be lowered appropriately."
But the cold-faced Commander Blücher whispered: "I really didn't expect that the 'Aurora Legion' would actually start to issue metal currency, and this currency has a large circulation and is used throughout the Caribbean."
"Yes, the Aurora Coin is still a very strong currency in the Caribbean, and everyone recognizes its value." Koma continued to smile.
Blücher turned his head slightly and glanced at Coma with contempt, "The goods you sell are all from Havana, right? I just ordered a ban on any 'Aurora Legion' goods from being circulated in the market, and you came here to sell this boiler to me.
You are smuggling, and you are flouting the laws I have promulgated."
Ah..., Koma's face froze, and he didn't understand what the commander in front of him meant?
After the catastrophe, large-scale riots occurred in the Caribbean. In a society like Mexico, where drug lords are more powerful than the government, a large number of warlords emerged to compete for power. Not only did a large number of people die in the chaotic and disorderly battles, but the local people were also
The fragile industrial system was completely destroyed. This situation is common throughout Latin America.
When nuclear winter comes, all survivors can only survive, and the only one who can provide industrial products is the Aurora Legion. The goods produced in Havana are hot commodities, and they are urgently needed goods that are a matter of life and death for people in the Caribbean.
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With such good goods, why is Commander Blücher still not satisfied?
Before Coma could figure out the problem, Blücher, the superior commander of the Enclave fleet in Cancun, had already announced his verdict, "Take this smuggler into custody and hang him in a few days. We must
We need to curb the current rampant smuggling."
The guards rushed up and dragged Koma down, who was screaming and struggling. The Enclave officers in the suite were expressionless, but they looked at the portable boiler with eager eyes. This thing is so useful.
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Seeing that his officers were all staring at the small boiler, Commander Blücher, who made the verdict, raised his voice a bit and continued to say to his subordinates: "Gentlemen, you are not sympathizing with a smuggler, are you?"
A dozen officers looked at each other, and someone pretended to be brave and asked: "Your Excellency, Commander, we now have more than a thousand officers and soldiers in Cancun, and more than 5,000 Mexican security forces are responsible for maintaining order.
But now the living conditions are extremely poor, and the soldiers are complaining a lot. It takes too much time to transport supplies for so many people from New Orleans. Maybe we can really get some supplies from the "Aurora Legion", after all, we are closer to Havana.
Even if they purchase supplies, the 'Aurora Legion' will only earn some gold coins. They will not get much benefit from this, but we can settle down here well. It will not be too late to implement a strict blockade plan in a few months.
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This sounds reasonable, but Commander Blücher shook his head and said: "We are here to carry out a blockade. Since it is a blockade, it must be thorough. If we don't cut off all smuggling channels cleanly now, we will be in trouble in the future.
It's even less possible to cut it off.
And the 'Aurora Legion' will not just get some gold coins, they will get a lot of supplies. Look at the warships we brought this time, they are all modified to burn coal. In fact, they are all learned from the 'Aurora Legion'
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According to the information we have received, the 'Aurora Legion' is extremely short of coal. The coal mines in Cuba are barren, and the only coal mines are peat with very low calorific value, which is used to make fertilizer. As long as we are stuck in Cancun
smuggling channels, the development of the 'Aurora Legion' will be greatly restricted.
Everyone, we, the Enclave, are the future rulers of the American continent. The end of the world is a disaster for ordinary people, but for us it is a great opportunity to open up new territories. After we control the Caribbean, we will also control South America, and even
Control the entire world. The 'Aurora Legion' is destined to be the stepping stone to our achievements."
These words were so heroic that some of the dozen or so officers were excited, but someone still said unhappily: "Your Excellency, Commander, the strength of the 'Aurora Legion' is limited. Even if we don't block it, it can't stop us from occupying the entire Caribbean."
"Limited strength?" Commander Blücher snorted coldly, "You guys look down too much on that guy named Victor Hugo. When he escaped from New York, he only had two ships and didn't even have a stable place to stay.
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After arriving in the Bahamian waters, he only occupied a small area of Great Abaco Island. It seemed that it might be taken away at any time. But what happened next? He invaded Nassau, landed in Miami, and even deceived our "Enclave" in Florida.
He has been around for a long time, and now he has become the Lord of Cuba.
In fact, when I was ordered to come to Cancun, I asked the senior management at the headquarters to give me enough support to completely eradicate the cancer of the 'Aurora Legion'.
But those bastards at the top have been keeping an eye on the Brotherhood of Steel in the north, so they gave me these steamships. If I were given a few regular warships, I would directly attack Havana and crush the 'Aurora Legion' instead of here.
What kind of blockade trick are you playing?
I'm warning you not to be too careless, Victor Hugo. It's obvious at first glance that a person like Victor Hugo will not stay in Cuba. He is an extremely dangerous guy. If I block him now, he will definitely find a way to break through the blockade.
From now on, I have to keep my eyes open when I sleep. I will never let a coal, a piece of wood, or a single person from Mexico go to Cuba. Our mission is to make Victor Hugo feel extremely uncomfortable until one day he is completely