Homo sapiens.

Now Chen Jianxiong is sure that there are only three big tribes and four small tribes.

The other four big tribes are the focus of this operation.

Fortunately, the area under this tribal system is very closed and backward. Even if there is an internal fight, it is difficult for the outside world to detect it in time.

Just when Chen Jianxiong was secretly planning in his heart.

His assistant hurried over: "Minister, first-level intelligence from the French intelligence station."

Hearing this, Chen Jianxiong immediately picked it up, inserted the earphones into his ears, and browsed the content. After 5 minutes, he showed a hint of sarcasm:

"They thought they were Gallic Rooster? A piece of trash who sold out Alstom to please America, what a guts."

The first-level intelligence of the French intelligence station is that the Elysee Palace intends to transfer three foreign regiments from West Africa to help their agent Federer.

Around noon tomorrow, one of the regiments will arrive at a small airport controlled by Federer via a transport plane.

Chen Jianxiong made a decisive decision: "Shaofeng, ask the people who deal with Federer to suspend their actions until the foreign legion of Faji arrives. Let me have a try. How much is the so-called foreign legion?"

"Yes, I will notify right away." Chen Shaofeng quickly picked up his mobile phone and sent an urgent notification to the communication room.

On the other hand, in order to prevent Homo sapiens from interfering with Motor Island, the reorganized Fifth Fleet of the U.S. military is also in action.

The Pentagon plans to send the Fifth Fleet to join the Tianzhu Navy to conduct an exercise in the northern part of the Maldives Islands to attract Homo Sapiens' Ceylon Ocean Fleet.

But the Pentagon's thinking is too simple.

The Homo sapiens company does not necessarily need to send the main force from the mainland, but intends to use local employees in the Motor Island branch to form a motor group army.

Chapter 312 A blow to the head

Mada Island.

Menabe District.

This is a low grassland area on the west coast.

The reason why there is no tropical rainforest like the east coast, but a tropical savannah 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 Mada Island, resulting in a plain area on the west coast that is full of tropical savanna.

The local tribes live on grazing, farming and fishing, and the main food crops are cassava and corn.

The forces entrenched here are the Sakaravas.

As the most modernized Morondava tribe among the various tribes of the Sakarava people, they control a coastal port city - the Port of Morondava. With the help of the port and the international waterway of the Mozambique Channel, this tribe has developed well.

Therefore, as the leader of the Morondava tribe, Federer's status in the entire tribal alliance has also risen.

Naturally, he took advantage of his economic advantages to win over many small tribes among the Sakaravas and consolidate his right to speak 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 in charge of Mada Island in the future.

Of course, Federer, who has studied in France, knows very well that if he wants to get the full support of France for the free lunch in the world, he must play his due value, otherwise he will definitely be given up.

And after he learned that the goal of France and America this time was to suppress Homo sapiens' expansion in Africa, Federer agreed without hesitation.

On the one hand, it is for their own ambitions.

On the other hand, it is also because Federer hates Homo sapiens very much, which does not conform to the values ​​he was instilled in Western Europe.

As the leader of the tribe, he is a big local family, a big landlord, and a big businessman.

Once Mada Island is controlled by Homo sapiens, everything in the Federer family will disappear, so he readily agreed to France's conditions.

"Jagan."

"Boss, what are your orders?" A sausage-mouthed black man with a ferocious face stood up.

Federer ordered: "Go to the airport in Stone Town yourself, bring some trusted clan soldiers there, and control that airport. A batch of transport planes will arrive at noon tomorrow, and you ask the airport management personnel to prepare."

"Yes, chief."

Stone Town is just 11 kilometers north of the port of Morondava. The place used to be a quarry. Later, after Federer's rise, people transformed it 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. It is almost unavoidable for the two sides to resort to brutal methods when they disagree.

He has earned more than one billion dollars in these years, and has real estate in France and Norway, so he is naturally more afraid of death.

This airport is one of his means of emergency escape.

Jagan drove an off-road vehicle to Stone Town Airport with 500 ethnic militiamen.

Stone Town Airport is small, with only two small runways and an old-fashioned civilian radar. The control tower is a 7-story concrete building, and there is also an underground oil depot and a large warehouse for private jets.

After Jagan arrived, he immediately summoned everyone at the airport, and then blocked the place to prevent 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 leader asked me to temporarily control the airport. Tomorrow at noon, a plane of foreign guests will arrive. Now you have someone check the runway and navigation lights. If there is any problem, solve it as soon as possible. This is the leader's instruction."

"Foreign guests? Why don't I know? I'm going to call my uncle..."

However, Jagan squeezed Sally's mobile phone: "Sally, the leader has requested that the airport must be silent on the radio from now on, please don't make things difficult for me."

"You!" Shali was very angry, but seeing Jagan's expression, he didn't dare to say anything, so he could only swallow his breath temporarily, thinking in his heart that he must find an opportunity to let his uncle transfer this bastard to see him. mine.

Soon the airport runway, radar, and navigation lights were checked.

Noon the next day.

Four signals suddenly appeared on the radar of the airport tower, and the technician in charge of the radar turned his head 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 air one by one, 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 planes carried 300 fully armed French soldiers and two armed helicopters.

Colonel Orleans, who was in charge of this operation, saw Jagan and Sally, and asked, "Which one is Mr. Federer?"

"Mr. Federer is in the port of Morondava." Jagan replied immediately.

Orleans communicated with Jagan for a while, and then sent the transport plane team back to the military base in West Africa.

Watch the transport plane leave.

Colonel Orleans ordered the communication team to set up a temporary communication station and radar station here.

However, the Foreign Corps, which had never fought Homo sapiens, did not realize the seriousness of the matter at this time.

If it was the U.S. military, they would never dare to send such a small-scale special team to this chaotic area to carry out the task of fighting Homo sapiens. After all, they suffered a lot, and the U.S. military and the black ships also had experience.

Just when the soldiers of the Foreign Legion were acting step by step.

As night falls, so does danger.

mosquito!And the invisible blood blade quietly entered the camp.

Several signal soldiers were still chatting, and suddenly became dizzy, and before they could speak, their mouths were covered.

woo woo woo...

The weak struggle, the rapid loss of physical strength, and the frightened eyes.

Three hundred foreign legionnaires, plus 500 private soldiers of the Federer family, and 176 staff members at the airport were wiped out in less than 5 minutes.

The Blood Blade Special Forces and the head of the local intelligence station of the Field Service Department quickly transferred the prisoners to the beach not far away in an off-road vehicle.

Then a fishing boat crammed the men into the stinking cabin.

These people will be transported to the Comoros Islands.

the other side.

Inside a luxury villa in the port of Morondava.

Federer was complacently summoning various tribal leaders among the Sakarava people, more than [-] small tribal leaders, and expressed his support for Federer.

But the next second.

Federer, who had just finished a glass of red wine, suddenly covered his chest: "Woo..."

People around noticed that something was wrong, and the guards immediately performed cardiopulmonary resuscitation, and at the same time called the doctor.

But it was too late, Federer had gone into cardiac arrest.

The leaders of all the small tribes were also in chaos at this time.

One second he was still pointing the country, and the next second he was lying on the ground, which made the leaders of these small tribes feel that something was wrong, especially at this critical juncture.

Many people retreated instantly. After all, no matter how important it is to be king, it is not as important as your own life.

In less than half an hour, Federer's villa was deserted, and only the high-level members of the Murong tribe were left.

These people ignored Federer who was still lying in the hall, and started fighting for power directly.

Chapter 313 Three Swords

The core island of the Comoros Islands - Grande Comore Island.

Such a small archipelagic country has a population of only about 85, which does not seem to be a large population.

But in fact, a population of 85 is already a lot for such a small island country. After all, the combined area of ​​the three islands that Comoros actually controls can only be more than 1900 square kilometers.

Therefore, it is also one of the most backward areas in the world.

After the Homo sapiens company took over here, it quickly launched a large-scale recruitment work, absorbing all the young and middle-aged labor force on the island.

In order to manage this area, Homo Sapiens incorporated the Comoros Islands, Seychelles, and Mada Island into the same area, and set up a temporary West Ceylon Ocean Area, with the capital set on Mada Island.

Of course, at this time, Mada Island was not completely controlled by Homo sapiens. Chen Jianxiong was still eliminating disobedient forces and placing his own people in various positions.

Therefore, the Comoros Islands are the West Ceylon Ocean Area, a control area on the surface.

The Comorians are not pure blacks, but whites from West Asia, yellows from Southeast Asia, and blacks from Africa, many of whom are of mixed blood.

At this time, Moroni, the capital of Comoros.

A large number of workers are busy transforming the infrastructure of the port under the leadership of the team leader, and these team leaders are all new humans transferred from Southeast Asia.

"Head, let's rest!" A young man with black charcoal skin asked out of breath.

The group leader, Kraka, scolded contemptuously: "What good things are you thinking about? There are still 10 minutes before the break, hurry up, do you still want to eat chicken legs? Do you want to live in a big villa? Do you want to marry a wife? force!"

A group of newcomers did not dare to complain.

After all, the team leader has great power, and he is carrying an assault rifle on his back, so his deterrent effect is very strong.

For these new natural employees, especially low-quality natural persons, there is no need to be too polite. As long as they are not disabled, other punishment methods can be used.

A stick makes a filial son, and an iron fist makes a loyal dog.

It's too good for this group of guys, they will push their feet, steal and play tricks in the process of work and study, and they will be obedient only if they are whipped with a leather whip.

Homo sapiens has accumulated a lot of experience in terms of employee quality training and three-view revision over the years.

For example, Kraka, who is from Java, was educated by the old team leader Iron Fist before, and he was tidied up. Now he is a very powerful new human being.

Looking at the cowards, Kraka continued to speak in French: "I know that you are very angry and full of resentment towards me, but if you want to change your destiny, you must have the consciousness of going all out."

A group of probationary workers secretly complained, thinking that Kraka was fooling people.

Kraka shoveled up the sea sand pumped up from the nearby seabed: "I used to be the same as you. I came together every day to farm in the village's farmland and lived a boring life day after day."

He shoveled up a shovel of sand again: "It's as humble as this silt. You can only eat a little meat on some festivals. Sometimes when you encounter natural disasters, you can only go hungry."

When the probationary workers heard these words, they couldn't help empathizing.

One of the unshaven middle-aged men, after taking a breath, asked curiously: "Hehe...team leader, your previous life was really similar to ours? You can't lie to me, right?"

"That's right, the team leader's level of knowledge is about the same as those of the white masters. He must have read books, but people like me have never read books." Another young man with curly hair showed disbelief on his face.

"I only went to elementary school, and I learned other qualifications later in the company." Kraka patted the sand on the bucket truck: "It can be pulled over."

After half an hour.

Finally it was break time.