"What kind of benefit is this? Is it... Cuban cigars?" The Haitian Black soldier looked at the cigars handed over by the frogman troops, his eyes lit up, and he took them without any guard.
He opened the package, took a sniff, and praised, "Not bad, it's genuine imported Cuban cigars. Did those fruit merchants send these? The General is really good to us, always keeping us in mind! It's worth leaving our home in Haiti to garrison on Solo Island with him."
"That's why we must always stay loyal to the General! Only then can we have opportunities to advance!"
Another Black soldier grinned widely as well. The two of them immediately lit one up and started smoking, jokingly saying, "As an ordinary soldier in Haiti, you can only eat bread that's slightly better than dirt cakes and rice. But here, you can drink wine worth tens of thousands of US Dollars a bottle and smoke cigars costing thousands of US Dollars each! Be grateful! These are all benefits the General brings us!"
