Make France Great Again-Chapter 880 - 871: The Helpless Tribe

The expedition team officially set out on the afternoon of the day Andre Milanovic’s troops stationed at the open-air mining area, with the chief of the Enthuya Tribe personally coming to the riverbank to see Captain Gran off.

"Mr. Grandi, welcome to come again next time!" The old chief sincerely said to Captain Grandi.

"Chief, I hope your Enthuya Tribe will be more prosperous the next time we meet!" Captain Grandi also extended his blessings.

"I firmly believe that under the leadership of the Governor’s Mansion, our tribe will definitely become increasingly prosperous!" While speaking, the old chief presented two gem-encrusted Turkish Scimitars respectively to Captain Grandi and Mira Bo Pulekvoic, "These are gifts from our Enthuya Tribe for you, I hope you’re satisfied!"

Receiving the gifts, Captain Grandi and Mira Bo Pulekvoic showed expressions of surprise, unable to believe the old chief’s generosity, as the gems on these Turkish Scimitars alone could sell for hundreds of British Pounds on the market.

If these Turkish Scimitars were to encounter a true enthusiast, a price of even a thousand British Pounds might not be an issue.

It’s worth noting that Captain Grandi’s entire team’s annual salary was just 30,000 francs, which converted to British Pounds was less than 1,000.

For Mira Bo Pulekvoic, holding the rank of Major, it was even more extraordinary.

As they say, "People show me respect by a foot, I return them with a yard."

The gifts from the old chief made Captain Grandi and Mira Bo Pulekvoic very satisfied, and Captain Grandi didn’t mind reminding the old chief, quietly saying to him, "Chief, actually, the most deserving recipient of your gift isn’t us, but it should be the Governor far away in Libreville!

Mr. Mira Bo Pulekvoic and I are just working on behalf of the Governor!"

"But, I don’t know the Governor’s preferences!" The old chief responded to Captain Grandi, explaining that he had given them gifts with the intent of understanding Jerome Patterson’s preferences through them.

Despite being just a tribal chief, the old chief was no less adept than so-called civilized people in matters of human relationships, understanding well the need to cater to others’ preferences.

"This question can be answered by Major Mirabeau!" Captain Grandi shrugged and replied to Mira Bo Pulekvoic, "After all, I’ve known the Governor for only half a month!

Major Mirabeau has known the Governor for a long time and must surely know his preferences!"

Having said that, Captain Grandi signaled with his eyes for Mira Bo Pulekvoic to step forward and say something.

"Major Mirabeau, anything to advise?" The old chief sincerely asked Mira Bo Pulekvoic.

Mira Bo Pulekvoic thought for a while, then responded to the old chief, "The Governor doesn’t care much about material things. He values more the actual achievements.

As long as the Enthuya Tribe continues to stay in alignment with the Governor’s policies, the Governor will feel honored.

If the Governor feels honored, your life will increasingly improve!"

After pausing, Mira Bo Pulekvoic organized his thoughts and continued, "Oh, and another thing, our Governor is the nephew of the Emperor of the Empire, and is highly regarded by him!"

"I understand!" The old chief nodded in response to Mira Bo Pulekvoic, "Our Enthuya Tribe will certainly not let the Governor lose face!"

"Although the Governor might not accept your gift, you can change the recipient from the Governor to his closest official, such as Secretary Rastigne!" Mira Bo Pulekvoic reminded the old chief, "Secretary Rastigne is the steward of the entire Governor’s Mansion and has the authority to issue orders on behalf of the Governor while he’s away.

If you can make a good relationship with him, it will definitely not be a loss!"

After listening to Mira Bo Pulekvoic, the old chief silently remarked in his heart: I really wonder how many official positions there are in their Governor’s Mansion!

Despite having some opinions about the positions in the Governor’s Mansion, the old chief firmly remembered what Mira Bo Pulekvoic said.

"Yes! I remember this!" The old chief responded to Mira Bo Pulekvoic.

"Alright! I’ve said everything I needed to say! The rest is up to you!" Mira Bo Pulekvoic gestured with his hands, then turned to Captain Grandi and said, "Mr. Grandi, it’s time for us to set off!"

Captain Grandi glanced at his pocket watch; it was already three o’clock, and he hurriedly said to the old chief, "Chief, we must depart!

If we linger here too long, we’re afraid we won’t reach our next destination.

By then, we’ll have no choice but to spend the night on the boat!"

Having said that, Captain Grandi ordered the expedition team to all board the boat.

Taking nearly twenty minutes, everyone boarded the ship, and under the watchful eyes of the old chief, they sailed eastward along the Ouenvi River, disappearing from the chief’s view.

After this, the old chief yawned and slowly returned to the tribe.

When the old chief arrived at the tribe, the members he dispatched for hunting had also all returned, each of them carrying prey on their backs or carts, successfully bringing back a bountiful harvest.

The tribe’s residents cheered with joy upon seeing the gifts brought back by the hunters.

At this moment, the old chief’s voice echoed again in their ears, "Take these game and give them to those guarding the mine!"

This statement set off a frenzy among the tribe’s people, reminding them of what happened two days ago.

In an instant, the tribe’s residents burst out loudly like porcupines with raised quills.

"Why! This is our prey!"

"I’m not doing it! If they have the ability, let them go hunting!"

"Why should we allocate our things to a bunch of people invading our territory!"

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The shouting rose one after another. The Old Chief simply watched everyone in the tribe quietly, waiting for everyone to vent their emotions before speaking himself.

At this moment, no matter what he said to them, it would be of no use and would instead trigger more conflict.

After a while, the sound of shouting gradually diminished.

The Old Chief spoke again to the tribe members: "Everyone, I understand your feelings! I understand the reason for your anger! 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

But I hope each of you can clearly recognize that we are no longer the unrestricted tribe we once were!

Above us, there is the Governor’s Mansion, and they are responsible for governing us now!

And those soldiers are from the Governor’s Mansion, which means they are also part of those who manage us!

We can only try to maintain relations with them..."

Before the Old Chief could finish speaking, a strong-looking middle-aged man interrupted him: "Chief, we can completely survive without relying on them, we can rely on our own strength!"

The Old Chief was not offended by being interrupted and peacefully asked: "What method do you plan to use to evade their sights and survive!"

"We can fight them and let them know how powerful we are!" The middle-aged man said enthusiastically, "They have muskets, and we have muskets now too! (Confiscated muskets) Why should we obey their arrangements!"

"Yes!"

"That’s right!"

The words of the middle-aged man resonated with a part of the tribe. They naively believed that since both sides had muskets, the forces should be balanced.

However, in the ears of the Old Chief, the encouraging words of the middle-aged man were undoubtedly foolish.

"Let me ask you, do you know how many people are in our tribe?" The Old Chief continued to question.

The middle-aged man shook his head and said to the Old Chief, "I don’t know!"

"Let me tell you! Our tribe has 13,521 people!" The Old Chief replied, then continued to ask the middle-aged man: "Do you know how many people they have?"

The middle-aged man shook his head again, indicating he didn’t know.

"The country behind the Governor’s Mansion has more than 30 million people!" The Old Chief said sternly to the middle-aged man.

The people surrounding the Old Chief showed expressions of fear upon hearing this number.

million is a huge number for the Gabon Region, which has a total population of less than 2 million, not to mention their tribe with barely over 10,000 people.

"And I heard they have an army of 5,000 in Libreville (which should actually be called the Production Construction Corps).

Tell me how we should fight them, and with what!" The Old Chief asked the middle-aged man with a slightly fierce expression.

The middle-aged man was pressured by the Old Chief’s forceful presence and instinctively took a step back.

"I..." The middle-aged man couldn’t say a word.

Afterward, the Old Chief raised his head triumphantly like a king returning victorious and looked around; none of those he gazed upon dared meet his eyes.

"The reason I choose to compromise is not because of weakness!

It’s because the gap in strength between us and them is so vast that we have almost no chance to resist!" The Old Chief said in a heavy tone to those present: "That’s why I choose to submit, at least our tribe still exists!

Our children and elders won’t be slaughtered by them!"

The Old Chief intermittently recounted scenes he had witnessed as a young man, traveling with his master, where tribes were massacred by the army.

Those present listened to the Old Chief’s description, their faces showing fear and apprehension.

"Now our tribe has become part of the Governor’s Mansion, we don’t have to fear being exterminated like other tribes!" The Old Chief persuasively told those present: "What we need to do now is maintain the tribe’s relationship with the Governor’s Mansion!

Keep our tribe’s status in the Governor’s Mansion unchanged!"