Blackstone Code

In the morning, after having breakfast with the great warlord, Begao asked someone to lead the great warlord to one of the villas behind Begao Manor where he lived.

Considering that the matter to be discussed this time was of great historical significance, Bergao temporarily requisitioned these villas. This was the first time in decades since he became president that he had used a presidential order.

He was somewhat ashamed of this, but the owners of the expropriated villas said they understood it.

After all, only when Marillo is truly stabilized can it usher in a new era. As Marillo people or people living here, they also have the responsibility to contribute some of their strength to the cause of reunification.

Bergao, who is sitting in the office, is signing some documents. Due to the influence of extremely cold weather, some crops in the north have been planted in one season instead of two seasons.

The reduction in grain and tobacco leaf production has brought a devastating blow to Marillo's economy. In the past, tobacco could be said to be the economic backbone of Marillo. Their country alone accounted for 7% of the world's high-quality tobacco market. Ten or more.

But now, reduced tobacco production and food shortages have made many things difficult.

Bergao has discussed these issues with some cabinet ministers of the central government. They believe that the most important thing at present is to reduce the planting area of ​​tobacco leaves and increase the planting area of ​​grain.

Because tobacco leaves cannot be supplied for export, the income will be reduced.

In addition to symbolic taxes, the income of warlords in various places will not give the central government much tax at all.

Therefore, the reduction in tobacco leaf production does not have much reference significance for the central government itself. On the contrary, the reduction in grain production is the fundamental problem that shakes a country.

Once there's not enough food to eat, the hungry Marillo people don't know what the hell this country will turn into!

You know, under the rule of warlords in these years, almost everyone living in this country is a qualified soldier with a gun!

Hunger can make people crazy. If these warriors all went crazy, it would be an absolute disaster.

He is contacting the outside world, including the federation, hoping to import a batch of grain from the federation or other members of the World Development Council to alleviate the current domestic problems.

Of course, this part of the money was paid by various warlords.

Bergao once applied to join the World Development Council, but the federalists believed that Marillo was a divided country and did not meet the basic conditions for joining the World Development Council, that is, a unified and complete political and military regime.

This also caused them to encounter a lot of difficulties in foreign trade, such as cash crops such as tobacco leaves.

But these are not big problems now. The big trouble is that the federal people are unwilling to export food to Marillo. The reason is...

The president wore glasses and picked up the document in his hand. He looked a little further away before he could see the small words on the paper. "The reason is that they don't have enough to eat..."

He put down the document with some anger and helplessness, and glanced at his son who was standing next to him on duty, "But they exported a lot of food to other countries not long ago, and they are turning Nagaril into theirs." Main food production areas and labor sources.”

"Have you seen it? This is all the unfairness that comes from being weak."

Bergao sighed. It was already very obvious that the Federation people were intentionally making things difficult. Even though it was only July, everything seemed to be fine.

But according to their records over the past two years, the weather will cool down rapidly as soon as late September begins, which also means that for about five months from October to March next year, Marillo is not suitable for cultivating crops. !

They were unable to obtain a large amount of food from the wild for five months to satisfy the people's consumption. There were already some crises last winter, and this year's crisis will be even more terrifying!

The federal people actually knew the difficulties they were encountering, but they just refused to help. Not only did they not help, they sometimes detained their merchant ships on the grounds that they suspected that they were conducting smuggling activities in federal waters!

Bergao sat for a while, and he began to think about ways to solve these problems, but he thought a lot but it had no practical significance.

He started to write a letter. He wanted to write to the heads of governments of various countries. Now whoever is willing to sell food will always be a friend of the Marillo government!

He wrote the first letter very seriously, and then copied it, so that his mind could be used for other purposes. "It's time for you to go. After we announce these things in a few days, you won't be able to leave." ."

He was telling his son that he hoped his son could go to live in the Federation. Although he hated his "neighbors," he also knew that the Federation would become stronger and stronger.

They are in a state of "awakening". A few years ago, five or six years ago, when the war just ended, the Federation at that time was like a harmless young man.

There are frequent exchanges between the two of them. Bergao called their president and talked about some things.

At that time, the Federation gave him a very simple, reliable and real feeling.

But now... it's getting stronger and more disturbing.

Bergao has been trapped in the whirlpool of politics his whole life, and he knows very well that his son staying in Marillo will only end up like him.

I want to do something, but I can't do anything. I can only feel my weakness every day and hate my fragility!

His son was silent for a while, "I want to wait until August before leaving."

The copying movement in Bergao's hand paused for a moment. He turned to look at his son, looking through the gap between the glasses frame and his forehead and focusing on his eyes.

He looked directly at him, "Listen to me, it will be too late in a few days. If the Federals don't say anything, they will definitely regard us as a staged enemy and a staged enemy in front of them."

"You can still go over now, maybe you'll be under some surveillance, but at least you're safe."

"No matter what happens in the future, you are just an ordinary federal citizen, maybe with a special background."

"But if you stay here, they will regard you as some kind of number two figure who opposes their forces, then they know that we are puppets!"

"I haven't asked you for anything. Now I'm begging you. It's time to go!"

Bergao's son was silent for a long time. He knew that separation would eventually come, but when it did come, he still felt a little uncomfortable.

He stepped forward and hugged Bergao. The father and son did not speak. They hugged for a while before they separated.

"I will write back when I arrive..."

Bergao nodded, "I'm looking forward to that moment."

The young man was silent for a while again, said "goodbye" and turned to leave.

Bergao sat in a chair sadly, looking at the blue sky outside the window. Not long after, the housekeeper told him that his son had left.

In fact, his son's wife and children were already in the Federation, and Bergao let them leave early.

He knew very well that he would become the most jealous target of the federal people. It would be stupid to let his son stay with him now!

He was in a daze for a while. After asking if the last warlord had arrived or if there was any news, he rubbed his wrists and got back to work again.

Work can make him forget these things, and work can make him feel that he has infinite power and enthusiasm in his body!

In a few days, he pursed his lips, this country will usher in a new life!

At the same time, the federal special operations team also entered the city.

At night, the "antenna" responsible for collecting intelligence came back from outside with a serious expression.

"What's wrong?" The commander was looking at the city's planning map and comparing it to their previous plans for simple memory.

He glanced at the antenna, and as soon as he lowered his head and raised his head, everyone else's attention was also focused on the antenna.

Antenna walked to the table and pointed to a valley behind the central government office building. "I got some news today. Bergao had expropriated this villa complex two months ago."

"It is now filled with warlords from different forces. The situation is not quite right. It happened much earlier than we expected!"

The news given by Sanchez is that people will only start gathering at the end of August, and then a series of news will be announced to the outside world on August 15th.

But judging from the current situation on the ground, it is obvious that this is wrong.

The commander frowned and asked, "How do you know this information?"

This is not questioning his teammates, but simply a need to re-verify.

This information is related to the execution time and success of the entire plan. He will not blindly confirm that these are true.

Antenna quickly told the commander what he found in several bars. Now local bars can be seen everywhere with people from different forces gathering together to drink.

Antenna used the "I pay the bill" method to chat with some of them and found out that these people had actually arrived long ago, and most of the warlords had already arrived, leaving only a few individuals who had not yet arrived.

When this happens, even if someone doesn't arrive, it's enough for them to make a decision!

After hearing this, the commander immediately asked for a report. The clear text of the telegram was "The parrot is so noisy." This sentence corresponded to "intelligence error."

A few minutes later, the drunken Sanchez was grabbed by the collar and pushed into a basin filled with cold water. After struggling instinctively for a while, the person behind him grabbed his hair and beat his head hard. Pressed on the mirror in front of me!

The broken mirror separated reality, and the blood in the center slowly filled the gaps, followed by the second blow!

Two minutes later, a bruised and swollen Sanchez was thrown into the sofa, and all the women in the room were kicked out.

The federal liaison officer overturned the coffee table, took a chair, and sat directly opposite him not far away.

"You lied, Sanchez!"