This is an area of low grassland on the west coast.
The reason why tropical savanna instead of tropical rainforest is formed here like on the east coast is mainly due to the terrain.
The warm water vapor from the Ceylon Ocean is blocked by the plateau and mountains in the central part of Motor Island, causing the plain area on the west coast to be covered with tropical savanna.
Local tribes make a living by grazing, farming, and fishing, and their main food crops are cassava and corn.
The force that dominates here is the Sakalawa people.
As the most modern tribe among 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 Strait, this tribe has developed well.
Therefore, as the leader of the Morondava tribe, Federer's status in the entire tribal alliance has also increased.
Naturally, he used his economic advantages to win over many small tribes among the Sakalawa 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 dominate Motor Island in the future.
Of course, Federer, who studied in France, knows very well that this is a free lunch in the world. If he wants to get the full support of France, he must play its due value, otherwise he will definitely be given up.
After he learned that the goal of France and America this time was to suppress the expansion of the Homo sapiens company in Africa, Federer agreed without hesitation.
On the one hand, it is for one's own ambition.
On the other hand, it is also because Federer hates the Homo sapiens company very much, which is not in line with the values he was instilled in Western Europe.
As the leader of the tribe, he is a big local family, a big landowner, and a big businessman.
Once Motor Island is controlled by Homo sapiens, everything in the Federer family will disappear, so he happily agreed to France's conditions.
"Jagan."
"Chief, what are your orders?" A black man with a sausage mouth and a ferocious face stood up.
Federer ordered: "Go to the airport in Stone Town in person, bring some trustworthy clan soldiers there, and control the airport. A group of transport planes will arrive at noon tomorrow. You have the airport management personnel to prepare."
"Yes, leader."
Stone Town is just 11 kilometers north of the port of Morondava. The place used to be a quarry. Later, after Federer rose to prominence, it was transformed into a private airport.
Federer is also an old fox. He knows that the rules of the game in many places are imperfect, especially in places like Motor Island. It is almost inevitable that both parties will resort to barbaric methods when they disagree.
He has earned more than a billion dollars over the years and has properties in France and Norway, so he is naturally even more afraid of death.
This airport was one of his emergency means of escape.
Jagan took 500 tribal militiamen and drove off-road vehicles to Shitou Town Airport.
Shitou Town Airport is not big, with only two small runways, an old civilian radar, a 7-story concrete tower, an underground oil depot, and a large warehouse for parking private jets.
After Jagan arrived, he immediately summoned everyone at the airport and sealed the place to prevent the news from leaking.
"Sally."
The person in charge of the airport is Federer's nephew. He asked calmly: "What's the matter? Does my uncle want to use the plane?"
Jagan said very seriously: "No, the chief asked me to temporarily control the airport. A foreign guest's plane will come over at noon tomorrow. Now you have someone check the runway and navigation lights. If there are any problems, solve them as soon as possible. This is the chief's instruction."
"Foreign guests? Why didn't I know? I want to call uncle..."
However, Jagan held Shali's cell phone and said: "Shali, the leader requires that from now on, the airport must be radio silent. Please don't embarrass me."
"You!" Sally was very angry, but seeing Jagan's expression, he didn't dare to say anything. He could only swallow his breath for the time being, thinking in his heart that he would definitely find an opportunity to let his uncle transfer this bastard to see him in the future.
mine.
Soon the airport runway, radar, and navigation lights were all inspected.
Noon the next day.
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 tower at this time, ordered: "It's them, guide them to land."
Although Sally looked down on Jagan in his heart, he still cooperated obediently: "Guide the plane to land."
Four A400M transport planes circled in the sky one after another, and then landed on the runway one by one.
Seeing that the plane landed safely, Jagan breathed a sigh of relief and immediately took Sally to greet him.
Four A400M transport aircraft carried 300 fully armed French soldiers and two armed helicopters.
Colonel Orleans, who was in charge of this operation, saw Jagan and Sali and asked: "Who is Mr. Federer?"
"Mr. Federer is in Port Morondava." Jagan replied immediately.
Orleans communicated with Jagan for a while, and then sent the transport team back to the military base in West Africa.
Watch the transport plane leave.
Colonel Orleans also ordered the communications squad to build a temporary communications station and radar station here.
However, the Foreign Legion, which 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 team to such a chaotic area to carry out a mission against the Homo sapiens company. After all, they would have suffered too much, and the US military and the black ships also had experience.
Just when the soldiers of the Foreign Legion were moving step by step.
As night falls, so does danger.
Mosquito! and the invisible Blood Blade quietly entered the camp.
A few signal soldiers were still chatting, but suddenly they became dizzy. Before they could open their mouths, their mouths were covered.
Woo woo woo...
The feeble struggle, the rapid loss of physical strength, and the frightened eyes.
Three hundred Foreign Legion soldiers, plus 500 private soldiers of the Federer family, and 176 airport staff were all wiped out in less than five minutes.
The Blood Blade Special Forces and the person in charge of the local intelligence station of the Field Service Department quickly moved these prisoners in off-road vehicles to a nearby beach on the coast.
Then a fishing boat packed these people into the smelly cabin.
These people will be transported to the Comoros Islands.
the other side.
Inside a luxury villa in Port Morondava.
Federer was proudly convening the various tribal leaders among the Sakalawa people, and more than twenty small tribal leaders, and expressed their support for Federer.
But the next second.
Federer, who had just finished a glass of red wine, suddenly covered his chest: "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
When people around him noticed something was wrong, the guards immediately performed cardiopulmonary resuscitation and called a doctor.
But it was too late, Federer had suffered a cardiac arrest.
The leaders of the small tribes were also in chaos at this time.
One second he was pointing out the country, and the next second he was lying on the ground. This made these small tribe leaders feel that something was wrong, especially at this critical moment.
Many people immediately retreated. After all, no matter how important it is to be king and hegemon, it is not as important as one's own life.
In less than half an hour, everyone left Federer's villa, leaving only the top brass of the Murong tribe.
These people ignored Federer, who was still lying in the hall, and started fighting for power.
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