Chapter 312 A Blow to the Head
Motor Island.
Menabe District.
This is an area of low grassland located on the west coast.
The reason why tropical savannah formed instead of tropical rainforest like the east coast is mainly due to the terrain.
The warm water vapor from the Ceylon Ocean is blocked by the plateaus and mountains in the central part of Mada Island, resulting in the plains on the west coast becoming tropical savannas.
The local tribes make a living by grazing, farming and fishing, and their main food crops are cassava and corn.
The force entrenched here is the Sakalava people.
As the most modernized of the Sakalava tribes, the Morondava tribe controls a coastal port city, the Port of Morondava. With the help of the port and the international waterway of the Mozambique Channel, the tribe has developed well.
Therefore, as the leader of the Morondava tribe, Federer's status in the entire tribal alliance also rose.
Naturally, he used his economic advantages to win over many small tribes among the Sakalava people and consolidate his voice in the tribal alliance.
Federer was very excited at this time. He had just received a promise from France that as long as he was willing to cooperate, he would be the one to lead Motor Island in the future.
Of course, Federer, who studied in France, knows very well that there is no free lunch in the world. If he wants to gain France’s full support, he must demonstrate his due value, otherwise he will surely be abandoned.
When he learned that the goal of France and America this time was to suppress the expansion of the Sapiens company in Africa, Federer agreed without hesitation.
On the one hand, it is for my own ambition.
On the other hand, it is also because Federer hates the way Sapiens is doing things, which is inconsistent with the values he was instilled with in Western Europe.
As the leader of the tribe, he is a local big family, a big landowner, and also a big businessman.
Once Mada Island is controlled by Homo sapiens, everything of the Federer family will disappear, so he readily agreed to France's conditions.
"Jagan."
"Chief, what do you want me to do?" A sausage-mouthed black man with a ferocious face stood up.
Federer ordered, "You go to the airport in Stone Town in person and bring some trusted tribesmen with you to take control of the airport. A batch of transport planes will arrive at noon tomorrow. Ask the airport management staff to get ready."
"Yes, Chief."
Stone Town is just 11 kilometers north of Morondava Port. It used to be a quarry. After Federer's rise, he had it transformed into a private airport.
Federer is also an old fox. He knows that the rules of the game in many places are not perfect, especially in places like Mada Island. Many times, when the two sides disagree, they resort to brutal means, which is almost inevitable.
He has earned more than ten billion US dollars over the years and owns properties in France and Norway, so he is naturally more afraid of death.
This airport is one of his emergency escape means.
Jagan drove an off-road vehicle to Stone Town Airport with 500 militiamen from his tribe.
The Stone Town Airport is not big, with only two small runways and an old civilian radar. The control tower is a 7-story concrete building. There is also an underground oil depot and a large warehouse for parking private aircraft.
After Jagan arrived, he immediately summoned everyone at the airport and then blocked the place to prevent the news from leaking.
"Sally."
The airport manager was Federer's nephew. He asked calmly, "What's the matter? Does my uncle need to use the plane?"
Jagan said very seriously: "No, the chief asked me to temporarily control the airport. A plane with foreign guests will arrive tomorrow at noon. You should have someone check the runway and navigation lights now. If there is any problem, solve it as soon as possible. This is the chief's instruction."
"Foreign guests? How come I didn't know? I'm going to call my uncle..."
However, Jagan grabbed Shali's phone and said, "Shali, the leader requires that the airport must be radio silent from now on. Please don't make it difficult for me."
"You!" Sali was very angry, but seeing Jagan's expression, he didn't dare to say anything. He could only swallow his anger for the time being, thinking in his heart that he must find an opportunity to ask his uncle to transfer this bastard to look after the mines.
Soon the airport runway, radar and navigation lights were all checked.
The next day at noon.
Four signals suddenly appeared on the radar of the airport tower. The technician in charge of the radar turned around and reported: "Four signals were found."
Jagan, who was also in the control tower at the time, ordered, "That's them, guide them to land."
Although Shali looked down on Jagan in his heart, he still cooperated obediently: "Guide the plane to land."
Four A400M transport planes circled in the air in turn, and then landed on the runway one by one.
Seeing the plane land safely, Jagan breathed a sigh of relief and immediately went to greet it with Sali.
Four A400M transport planes carried 300 fully armed French soldiers and two armed helicopters.
Colonel Orleans, who was in charge of the operation, saw Jagan and Sally and asked, "Who is Mr. Federer?"
"Mr. Federer is in Morondava Port," Jagan replied immediately.
Orleans communicated with Jagan for a while, and then ordered the transport plane team to return to the military base in West Africa.
Watch the transport plane leave.
Colonel Orleans also ordered the communications squad to set up a temporary communications station and radar station here.
However, the foreign troops who had never fought against the Homo Sapiens company did not realize the seriousness of the matter at this time.
If it were the US military, they would never dare to send such a small-scale special forces team to such a chaotic area to carry out the mission of fighting against the Homo Sapiens company. After all, they have suffered many losses and the US military and the black ships have also gained experience.
Just as the soldiers of the foreign legion were acting in an orderly manner.
As night falls, so does danger.
Mosquito! and the invisible Blood Blade entered the camp silently.
A few signalmen were chatting when they suddenly felt dizzy. Before they could open their mouths, their mouths were covered.
Woo woo woo…
Weak struggle, rapidly draining strength, and terrified eyes.
Three hundred Foreign Legion soldiers, plus 500 private soldiers of the Federer family, and 176 airport staff were wiped out in less than five minutes.
The Blood Blade Special Forces and the head of the local intelligence station of the Field Department quickly transferred the prisoners to the nearby coastal beach in an off-road vehicle.
Then a fishing boat stuffed the men into a stinking hold.
These people will be transported to the Comoros Islands.
The other side.
Inside a luxurious villa in Morondava Harbor.
Federer was proudly summoning the tribal leaders of the Sakalava people. More than 20 small tribal leaders expressed their support for Federer.
But the next second.
Federer, who had just finished a glass of red wine, suddenly covered his chest and said, "Wuwu..."
The people around realized that something was wrong and the guards immediately performed cardiopulmonary resuscitation and called a doctor.
But it was too late, Federer had already suffered cardiac arrest.
The leaders of the small tribes were in chaos at this time.
He was giving orders one second and lying on the ground the next. This made the leaders of these small tribes feel that something was wrong, especially at this critical moment.
Many people immediately backed down. After all, no matter how important it was to be king, it was not as important as one's own life.
In less than half an hour, Federer's villa was deserted, with only the top leaders of the Muron tribe left.
These people ignored Federer who was still lying in the hall and started fighting for power.
