Chapter 899: Chapter 474: Why Doesn’t the Troop Eat Breakfast?!_2
It turned out that he noticed xico had been a hot topic lately, and he felt a bit jealous. Coupled with setbacks in his career—he’s a rapper—he thought of creating buzz, and thus ca up with this…
Sure enough, there are always people like this, no matter the ti.
What happened afterward is unknown…
However, it is said that the police cars were violently shaking at the ti.
The people inside were all quite “happy.”
Cuba deployed over 20,000 soldiers to clear all major roads.
Field even issued orders: absolutely no mistakes allowed!
On the morning of March 11 at 10 a.m., a 47-mber delegation led by Casare and with Goebbels and Defense Minister Kennedy as deputies arrived at Havana International Airport.
Field personally ca to the airport to welco them. As he looked at the Latin Arican GCism leader dressed in an era-costud military uniform and sporting a thick beard, even Fat Casare couldn’t help but feel a little nervous.
This was truly a man who had relied on his intelligence, exceptional combat ability, and unwavering faith to snatch a slim chance of survival from the hands of the United States!
638 assassination attempts in one lifeti, and yet he survived—proving the incompetence of the CIA!
“Greetings, Mr. Field.”
Casare shook hands with the other party.
“It’s a pleasure to et you, Casare. I’ve heard of you many tis, but this is the first ti we’ve t. You’re very welco here in Cuba.”
“Thank you~”
mbers of the delegation exchanged sowhat overdue pleasantries, and after the military band perford both nations’ anthems, Casare boarded Field’s special car—a custom Soviet-made sedan with advanced tri-proof safeguards.
Under police escort, they headed toward the banquet hall.
In the car, Field posed many questions. Casare was far from being a young political amateur; he knew what to say and what to avoid saying.
Every word was watertight.
This left Field slightly frustrated as he puffed on his cigar.
Casare glanced at Field’s expression and chuckled internally, but he shifted to business:
“Before coming here, the General spoke to about how Cuba and xico have always been great partners. In terms of regional peacekeeping, we’re comrades, family mbers, and allies…”
His words were delivered smoothly and fluently.
“Since ancient tis?”
Damn it, xico was originally made up of Indigenous people, so it’s the neighboring Aricans, who were scalping heads back then, whom you should be talking about as ‘since ancient tis.’
However, Field did have strong ties with xico. After failing the ard assault on the Moncada Barracks in 1953 and being captured, he escaped to xico in 1955.
But that’s what linguistic artistry is for; even if you know I’m feeding you tactful nonsense, you’d still be happy.
Sure enough, Field perked up his ears.
“We hope to establish a comprehensive alliance with Cuba, to collaborate in combating drug trafficking, human smuggling, and promoting equal human rights.”
Field took a puff of his cigar and nodded, “Of course! These are shared enemies of ours. Under the GCist radiance, we must liberate freedom and abolish slavery. anwhile, those capitalists continue abducting populations from Asia and Europe, molding them into their preferences—this is an utter affront to civilization!”
“I will never tolerate drug trafficking within Cuba’s borders. If discovered, we strike rcilessly—capture one, kill one!”
These words were imbued with a murderous edge!
But he wasn’t wrong. After toppling the Batista regi, Field fiercely combated cri and reclaid land from U.S. farm owners.
Cuba beca the only Latin Arican nation free of drug problems.
Although situated along active drug-trafficking routes, its geographical position and stringent anti-drug policies enabled effective control of drug trafficking activities.
Their location is truly strategic; guarding the entrance to the Gulf of xico, with a coastline stretching 5,746 kiloters.
It’s just 21 kiloters northeast of the Bahamas, 150 kiloters across the Florida Straits from the U.S. at Key West, 77 kiloters east through Windward Passage from Haiti, 140 kiloters south across the Caribbean Sea from Jamaica, and 210 kiloters west across the Gulf of xico from xico.
A definitive enclave.
No wonder Reagan launched the Bay of Pigs Invasion back then, though, regrettably, it failed.
Now, he’s probably on the reincarnation track.
Casare chuckled and nodded, “xico is willing to provide military equipnt aid worth 1.3 billion US Dollars to Cuba!”
Field bead upon hearing this, “Are there missiles?”
He had firsthand experience of how missiles could give him leverage back in 1962 when the U.S. dared not act, making his stance much firr.
Later, during the evacuation, he even touched the Soviet missile corps vehicles, rembering swearing then to develop his own missiles. Unfortunately…
The CIA kept blocking him, even managing to learn of his plans several tis before he issued orders—there was undoubtedly traitorous activity within his ranks.
Adding to that, the deaths of close comrades had left him deeply despondent during that period.
But who’d have thought that xico, even closer to the United States, would pull off a “blind spot under the lamp,” delivering a swift combo of punches that left the opposition crying for rcy?
Field was quite curious—how exactly did Victor manage this?
Surely, he didn’t fish them out of the ocean… hahaha.
“Yes, the equipnt aid includes R-14 missiles,” Casare replied with a nod.
Field imdiately burst into hearty laughter at this and even wiped away tears.
With sincere emotion, he said, “Thank you, thank you! The Aricans have threatened Cuba for decades, and now… now we finally have a choice.”
His words struck a chord in Casare’s heart.
Field grabbed his hand tightly, “xico will be Cuba’s best ally. Whatever you need, you just say the word.”
Such magnanimity left even Fat Casare feeling a bit shy…
He hesitated for a mont, “We’d like to rent a piece of land for constructing a military base.”
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