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Forged in Iron and Ambition (Web Novel) - Chapter 939: Joint Border Security
Chapter 939: Joint Border Security
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In some regions, things had stabilized. In others, things had become far worse. Either way, Canada had benefitted greatly. With the Northeastern United States officially integrated into Canada, after a brief conflict provoked by what remained of Roosevelt’s rump state, Canada had stabilized the region.The Canadian Mounted Police no longer wore the bright red uniforms that they had become recognized worldwide for.
Each man carried an SLR-1 self-loading rifle chambered in 8x57mm Mauser. The bayonets were carried in their sheaths as they smoked behind a checkpoint.
Corporal Robert Gordon leaned back against the sandbags, taking a drag on his smoke, while the constables beneath his immediate supervisory capacity processed another would be immigrant.
The man was surrounded by men in uniforms and carrying weapons just like him. Like the Canadians, they didn’t wear parade uniforms or army camouflage pattern fatigues. But instead, the olive brown military uniforms of the Russian Army prior to their modernization.
"Any news on your missing patrol?"
"Nope... Nothing official has been said about the matter. Or at least to us peons. But rumor has it they got ambushed by smugglers trying to bring people into the country. Just goes to show that never relax while you’re outside the wire, you’ll just end up dead."
"I’m sorry to hear that..." Robert shook his head and sighed. "But you watch our asses, and we’ll watch yours."
"I should be in Anchorage right now... And I probably would have been had the war gone differently. Anchorage... I’m one of the few damn Americans left in that city. It’s been completely overrun by the Russians these last two years."
Robert grabbed his shoulder and pulled him close and whispered in his ear.
The Alaskan-Russian nodded his head and pulled out another cigarette from his pouch. Lighting it, he took a drag, gazing over at the people crowding the checkpoint. The people who used to be his fellow countrymen.
"How many of them do you think will actually be permitted to stay?"
"Ten percent, maybe less. We can’t afford to look after every American. We can only take those who are useful and send the rest back."
"I suppose it could have been worse...."
"I could have been born on that side of the border... and not in Alaska. All things considered we got off easy. We surrendered before any real damage could be done. And now the industry and wealth of Moscow, the Urals, and Siberia are flowing into Alaska. The only problem is that it’s no longer the territory it used to be. It’s just another Russian oblast."
Neither of them spoke again after that. They finished their smoke break and resumed their duties. Russians and Canadians, guarding their shared border.
All the while across the Pacific and Atlantic Oceans. The world continued to function as it always had before.
