The convoy carrying civilians wobbled its way to Pig Bay. The Cuban defeat was so complete that there was neither the competence nor the personnel to stay behind for guerrilla warfare or infiltration, so there was no danger encountered along the way.
The civilians inside the vehicle were also apprehensive, huddled together in the corners of the carriage, too afraid to accept the water offered by the soldiers.
They didn't recognize the identity of the soldiers sitting beside them, or rather, even now they didn't know who was fighting against Havana.
With information blocked and cultural regression, even if you told them it was New America, they would say they didn't know. It's hard to imagine that this place was once so strategically important as to influence global bipolar wars, yet now society is nearly regressing to the slave era.
The old man named Kongge in the carriage mustered the courage to ask
"Where are we being taken?"
"To our outpost."
