In the morning, after enjoying breakfast with the big warlord, Begao asked the warlord to lead him to one of the villas behind the Begao manor where he lived.

Considering the great historical significance of the matter to be discussed this time, Begao temporarily expropriated these villas. This is also the first time he has used a presidential decree in decades since he became president.

He was somewhat ashamed of this, but the owners of the expropriated villas expressed their understanding.

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

Sitting in the office, Begao is signing some documents. Due to the extreme cold weather, some crops in the north have changed from the original two-season rotation to one season.

The reduction in food and tobacco production has dealt a devastating blow to Mariro's economy. In the past, tobacco was the mainstay of Mariro's economy. They alone accounted for 7% of the world's high-quality tobacco market. More than ten.

But now, the reduction in tobacco production and the shortage of food have made many things more difficult.

Begao talked about these issues with some cabinet members 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 ​​food.

Because tobacco leaves cannot be supplied for export, nothing more than a reduction in income.

The income of warlords in various places will not give too much tax to the central government at all, except for symbolic taxes.

Therefore, the reduction in tobacco leaf production is not of much reference significance to the central government itself. On the contrary, the reduction in food production is the fundamental problem that shakes a country.

Once there is not enough food to eat, the hungry Mariro people don't know what kind of ghost it will turn this country 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 fighters are all crazy, it will definitely be a disaster.

He is in contact with the outside world, including the Federation, hoping to import a batch of grain from the Federation or other member states of the World Development Committee to alleviate the current domestic problems.

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

Begao once applied to join the World Development Council, but the federalists believed that Mariello 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 made them encounter a lot of difficulties in foreign trade, such as cash crops such as tobacco leaves.

But these are not big troubles now, the big trouble is that the federal people are not willing to export food to Malilo, the reason is...

Wearing glasses, the big president picked up the document in his hand, and only after a little distance could he see the tiny words on the paper, "The reason is that they don't have enough food for themselves..."

He was a little angry, but also helplessly put down the document, and glanced at his son standing beside him, "But they exported a lot of grain to other countries not long ago, and they are turning Nagalil into their The main production place of food and the source of labor force."

"Did you see, this is all the injustice brought about by weakness."

Begao sighed, the intention of making things difficult for the federal people was already very obvious, even though it was only July, it seemed that everything was fine.

But according to their records in the past two years, as long as the weather starts to cool down in late September, this also means that from October to March next year, for about five months, Maliro is not suitable for cultivating crops !

For five months, they were unable to obtain a large amount of food from the wild to meet the consumption of the people. 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 didn't help. Not only did they not help, but sometimes they detained their merchant ships on the grounds that they were suspected of smuggling activities in the federal waters!

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

He began to write letters, and he wanted to write letters to the heads of governments of various countries. Whoever is willing to sell food here will always be a friend of the Mariello government!

He wrote the first letter very seriously, and the next thing is copying, and his mind can be used for other purposes a little bit, "You should go, after we announce these things in a few days, you can't leave .”

He said it to his son, he hoped that his son could 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 also frequent exchanges between the two of them. Begao 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.

Begao has been deeply involved in the vortex of politics all his life, and he knows very well that his son will only become like him in the end if he stays in Mariro.

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."

Begao paused for a moment while transcribing in his hands, and he turned his head to look at his son, looking into his eyes through the gap between the spectacle frame and his forehead.

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

"Now you can go through, maybe you will be under some surveillance, but at least you are safe."

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

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

"I never begged you for anything, now I beg you, it's time to go!"

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

He stepped forward and hugged Begao. The father and son did not speak, and they hugged for a long time before they separated.

"I'll write back when I get there..."

Begao nodded, "I look forward to that moment."

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

Begao sat on the 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 Begao let them leave early.

He knew very well that he would become the most hated target of the federal people, and now it would be foolish to let his son stay with him!

He froze for a while, and after asking if the last warlord had arrived, or if there was any news, he rubbed his wrists and went back to work.

Work can make him forget these things, and work can make him feel the 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, when the "antenna" responsible for collecting intelligence came back from the outside, his expression was a little serious.

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

He glanced at the antenna, and just lowered his head and raised his head, and 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. As early as two months ago, Begao had requisitioned this villa complex."

"It is now full of warlords of different forces. The situation is not quite right. It is a long time earlier than we deduced!"

The news given by Sanchez is that people will start to gather 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, this is obviously wrong.

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

This is not questioning my teammates, but pure, pure need to re-validate.

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

The antenna quickly told the commander what he found in several bars, and now the local bars are full of people from different forces, and they gather together to drink.

Antenna had a few words with some of them by means of "I pay the bill"~lightnovelpub.net~Trying out that these people have actually arrived, and most of the warlords have already arrived, only a few people are left have not reach yet.

At this time, even if someone didn't show up, it was enough for them to make a decision!

The commander immediately asked for a report after listening to it. The plaintext telegram was "The parrot is so noisy", which corresponds to "Information error".

A few minutes later, Sanchez, who was drunk, was grabbed by the collar and pressed into the basin full of cold water. After he struggled instinctively for a while, the people behind him grabbed his hair and slammed his head hard. Press it on the mirror in front of you!

The shattered mirror split the reality, and the blood in the center slowly filled those gaps, followed by the second blow!

Two minutes later, Sanchez, bruised and swollen, was thrown onto the couch, 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.

"You lied, Sanchez!"