Make France Great Again-Chapter 875 - 866: Fall Behind, Get Beaten

"Mr. Grandi, what should we do now?"

Seeing the tribal soldiers gradually approaching their location, Mira Bo Pulekovic kept a close watch on them to prevent a sudden attack, while asking Captain Grandi. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

"Wait!" Captain Grandi replied calmly to Mira Bo Pulekovic.

"Yes!"

Mira Bo Pulekovic said no more, standing quietly waiting.

Soon, the distance between the tribal soldiers and Mira Bo Pulekovic and his people was less than 50 meters.

At such a distance, the weapons of both sides could cause harm to each other, and the scene seemed to reach a stalemate.

After a while, an elderly man with white hair appeared from within the fence, leaning on a cane, and slowly walked behind the tribal soldiers, who hurriedly made way for him.

The old man reached the front row, looking at Captain Grandi with a slightly cloudy gaze, and then asked Captain Grandi in broken French, "Honored guest, have you raised your guns to kill us all?"

Captain Grandi was equally surprised, he quickly responded in French, "Your Eminence the Chief, we have done this purely for self-defense! Your tribal soldiers are indeed too dangerous!"

"Dangerous!" The old chief gave a slight cold smile and replied to Captain Grandi, "Honored guest, I truly cannot understand why a group armed with the most advanced rifles would consider a group armed with spears dangerous.

If you consider our spears to be dangerous, we are willing to trade them for the guns in your hands."

"Your Eminence the Chief, what I mean by danger is that the spears in your soldiers’ hands can harm me and my men; danger does not lie in the weapon’s advancement!" Captain Grandi argued.

"Sir, since you think our weapons are dangerous, then please leave quickly!" the old chief said sternly to Captain Grandi.

"That’s not feasible!" Captain Grandi shook his head in response to the old chief, "I am also under orders to communicate with you!"

"Under orders? Under whose orders?" the old chief paused for a few seconds, then asked Captain Grandi.

"I am under the orders of the Governor of the Gabon Region to establish communication with you!" Captain Grandi replied to the old chief.

"Governor of the Gabon Region?" The old chief pondered for a moment, then said with a wary face to Captain Grandi, "We do not know any Governor of Gabon!"

"Your Eminence the Chief, it doesn’t matter if you don’t know the Governor, but you must make the Governor know you!" Captain Grandi said to the old chief in a slightly domineering tone.

"Why?" The old chief retorted, his tone not lacking a hint of hostility, "Why should I make the Governor of Gabon know me?"

"Because the land you’re living on is now under the jurisdiction of the Governor of Gabon!" Captain Grandi responded to the old chief, "Since this is the Governor’s jurisdiction, you must make yourselves known to the Governor!"

Upon hearing Captain Grandi’s words, the old chief’s face showed a look of shock; he didn’t know when the land where his ancestors had lived for generations became so-called the jurisdiction of the Governor of Gabon.

Thus, the old chief couldn’t help but loudly question Captain Grandi, "We, the Entuya Race, have lived on this land for generations; why don’t we know it has become the territory of the Governor of Gabon!"

"Now you do, don’t you?" Captain Grandi replied sternly to the old chief, "Not only is your place going to become a directly governed territory of the Governor’s Mansion of Gabon, but all the tribes around you will also become territories directly under the Governor’s Mansion of Gabon!"

"You people have already occupied the coast, and now you’re going to occupy here too! You’re insatiable; aren’t you afraid God will punish you?" the old chief angrily scolded Captain Grandi.

Although the surrounding tribal soldiers didn’t understand what their chief was saying, seeing his expression, their dark faces also showed angry expressions.

Some of the tribal soldiers started chattering to the old chief, and he equally reprimanded them with a series of words, then pointed to the rifle in Mira Bo Pulekovic’s hands.

The tribal soldiers looked at the rifle with a slight fear and then quieted down.

After scolding his tribal soldiers, the old chief looked at Captain Grandi again.

Captain Grandi spoke again, righteously saying to the old chief, "Your Eminence the Chief, our Governor is incorporating you under his administration precisely to follow God’s will!

An advanced race has the duty to educate the backward race, enabling the backward race to overcome ignorance and move towards civilization!"

Grandi paused for a moment, then continued, "Your Eminence the Chief, in my view, you and your tribe are precisely in need of a baptism of civilization!"

"No! We do not need it!" The old chief, who had some understanding of European colonizers from years ago, did not believe in their so-called baptism; he shook his head resolutely in response to Captain Grandi.

"Chief! Since you also understand some French, I think you should understand!

The difference between your tribe and ours is significant, and I can tell you, the Governor has decided to expand inland at all costs!

Any tribe that refuses to cooperate will face the most severe attack!" Captain Grandi bluntly threatened the tribal soldiers with war; he could be sure the old chief would not directly go to war with them.

Because the more one understands Europe, the clearer the power gap between the two sides is.

"You... you all..." the old chief stammered, pointing a trembling finger at Captain Grandi.

"Chief, refusal or cooperation! It’s all up to you!" Captain Grandi continued to reply to the old chief, "However, I can tell you one thing! If you are unwilling, then next time, those who come to your tribe won’t be just this few!"

But multiply the existing basis by 20, or even 30!

At that time, I hope your tribe can hold out under the iron hoof of the army!"

After listening to Captain Grandi’s speech, the old chief immediately leaned backward, and the surrounding tribal soldiers quickly supported the old chief’s back to prevent him from falling.

A small number of young and spirited tribal soldiers, after seeing the old chief in such a plight, couldn’t help but directly rush towards Captain Grandi.

Watching the tribal soldiers gradually approaching, Captain Grandi understood that this battle was inevitable. He sighed and ordered Mira Bo Pulekovic, "Fire!"

Mira Bo Pulekovic and others swiftly pulled the trigger, and the tribal soldiers at the forefront were instantly deprived of life by the rifles.

The tribal soldiers who hadn’t charged forwarded, blinded by rage upon seeing several companions falling to the ground, also gripped their spears tightly, wanting to charge towards Mira Bo Pulekovic’s side.

Mira Bo Pulekovic quickly opened the chamber and put in another paper cartridge, ready to load.

At this moment, the old chief ordered all the tribal soldiers in tribal language to halt.

The tribal soldiers charging forward stopped in their tracks at the old chief’s command, turning their heads to loudly inquire why the old chief wasn’t allowing them to protect their companions.

With tears, the old chief told the tribal soldiers he didn’t want to see the entire tribe razed to the ground!

The tribal soldiers finally calmed down and slowly retreated to the old chief’s side.

Captain Grandi shrugged his shoulders and said to the old chief, "Chief, I think that was an unpleasant accident, don’t you?"

"I think so too!" The old chief responded to Captain Grandi with a bitter smile at the corner of his mouth.

"To compensate for the accident we caused, we are willing to pay a certain amount of compensation to the deceased soldiers!" Captain Grandi said to the old chief again.

"Thank you very much!" The old chief expressed polite gratitude.

Subsequently, Captain Grandi ordered his men to hand the documents already prepared to the old chief.

"What is this?" The old chief looked at the document in confusion, though he could speak some French, he couldn’t write.

And he couldn’t understand the agreement in the legal text.

"It’s about our compensation to your tribe! Chief, you only need to press your thumb down in blood!" Grandi said nonchalantly to the old chief.

Perhaps knowing he had no means to resist authority, the old chief directly cut his thumb with a knife and heavily pressed the blood mark.

"Is that all?" The old chief handed the agreement back to Captain Grandi.

Captain Grandi nodded in satisfaction and said to the old chief, "From now on, your tribe’s territory is under direct administration by the Governor’s Mansion of Gabon, receiving protection from the Governor’s Mansion of Gabon..."

After hearing Captain Grandi’s lengthy speech, the old chief realized one thing, there was now a "Great Chief" above them.

"If a war breaks out between our tribe and a tribe that hasn’t signed an agreement with you, who will you support!" The old chief asked Captain Grandi.

"Is this even a question? Of course, we’ll stand by your side!" Captain Grandi answered without hesitation.

"Good! I hope you can fulfill your promise now!" The old chief said to Captain Grandi with a sly smile at the corner of his mouth.

Captain Grandi’s expression stiffened, he really didn’t expect to one day be dealing with tribal natives.

Since he had already agreed with the old chief, Grandi had little choice but to inquire what kind of help they needed.

The old chief told Captain Grandi that there was a nemesis about ten kilometers away from their tribe, and they wanted to use Captain Grandi’s strength to annex them.

To make Grandi willingly help them, the old chief also expressed their willingness to hand over the enemy tribe’s land and population to France after occupying it.

"This..."

Captain Grandi hesitated for a moment, then glanced at Mira Bo Pulekovic.

In their troop, only the thirty or more people led by Mira Bo Pulekovic were real soldiers.

"Major Milabu, what do you think?" Captain Grandi asked Mira Bo Pulekovic.

Mira Bo Pulekovic also pondered for a moment, then asked the old chief, "Are their weapons spears as well?"

The old chief quickly indicated that the enemy tribe’s weapons were mainly spears, with a few old-fashioned rifles as assists.

"I, on behalf of the Governor’s Mansion of Gabon, agree to your request!" Mira Bo Pulekovic solemnly said to the old chief.

The old chief immediately showed a smile on his face, suddenly feeling that having a "Great Chief" above them wasn’t a bad thing, just regretting those dead children.