Chapter 64 Cheap Labor (asking for monthly recommendation tickets, thank you for your support!)

The other three children stood on the raised stone bricks and took turns going to the window to observe their brother's shooting target through binoculars. They couldn't wait to know the result, and were anxiously waiting for Zhang Chengtian to finish shooting his bullets so that they could take over.

Zhang Chengtian quickly finished his share. With 5 bullets, he killed two people and injured one. This record was already very good. After all, it was his first time shooting people in actual combat.

Then the remaining three sons also took turns to go on the field, and basically they killed 3 to 2 people. This is because they, like Zhang Feng, would choose a farther target each time.

As an old father, Zhang Feng was quite relieved that his sons did not shoot at close range targets.

If the only way to have fun is to shoot enemies at close range, Zhang Feng would be very disappointed. When they are young, what they need is to prove and challenge themselves. Of course, sometimes it is not necessary, such as using all the family assets to start a business.

For them, even playing games has a purpose, which is to bring benefits to themselves.

The upper class will do anything for their own benefit. The lives of ordinary people are valuable, and they are just the wealth of the rich.

But they are worthless because there are too many of them. It doesn't matter if some or fewer of them die. No one cares at all, because there are so many people on other continents. Once a policy is relaxed, there will be a steady stream of labor force pouring in.

Ordinary people are tamed by the upper class to be civilized and polite, and they are complacent about this, thinking they are well-educated. However, the people who tamed them are just demons in human skin. Only they have the power to do evil. The lower class can only abide by the law and be good citizens, and then hurt each other, while the upper class sits back and enjoys the benefits.

All you need to do is to give them a little bit of the money they have squeezed out of you, and countless people will be grateful and speak for you.

And most of the time you don’t need to give up your interests. You just need to post a few words and they will be moved, support you, and protect your interests.

That's why Zhang Feng felt comfortable letting ordinary people carry guns, and he wasn't worried at all that these people armed with weapons would shake his rule.

"Boss, under our fierce firepower, the enemy retreated again. According to your order, I sent people to pursue them. They left behind several wounded soldiers, who were captured by us."

More than an hour later, Xiao Cheng came back to report.

"Okay, let's see if we can communicate. We can arrange for them to visit us and see our strength. After shocking them, we can show them our goodwill and show them that we are peace-loving. We can compensate them for the land they lost in other ways."

Zhang Feng felt that the indigenous people were afraid of power but not morality. Only under the threat of powerful force could they be made to sit down and negotiate willingly. The eternal truth was to use a stick in one hand and a carrot in the other. It would be impossible to make them grateful by blindly giving them various preferential benefits. Instead, they would become more and more arrogant.

"Okay, boss, then what can we use to compensate them so that they will be willing to obey us?" Xiao Cheng asked.

"Well, we can let them come and help us farm, or work. We're going to have a big construction soon. The natives are very strong, so they are perfect for physical work. They are cheap labor and should not be wasted. We can pay them the daily necessities and processed foods we produce. But we have to keep it a secret and not let it spread to other tribes or the French know about it." Zhang Feng thought for a moment and continued.

"With the cooperation and cover of the indigenous people, we can reduce the risk and quickly occupy more land, and we can just survive these few years."

Zhang Feng's plan was to stay in the east for the next few years. He would rather spend money to buy food than cross the line. He thought that the farthest he could go was North Benevendriana in the future.

As long as it is far enough away from the capital of Madagascar, the center of French rule, on this sparsely populated island, if the local officials do not report it, it will be difficult for the governor to know the specific situation here. Zhang Feng will later let Guan Mao develop the public opinion investigation office in Zhangjiacheng to reduce the prying of outsiders.

Just like the emperors in ancient times, they were deceived by the officials below and their rule was basically limited to a small area around the capital.

In a few years, the threat from Germany will grow, the situation in Europe will become critical, and the French will have no time to care about Madagascar. At that time, Zhang Feng will also speed up his pace to occupy the magpie's nest. I believe that as long as we survive the first wave of attacks, the French will temporarily turn a blind eye. Before the threat from Germany is resolved, they will not start a war here. However, when this problem is resolved, Zhang Feng can also let go.

Xiao Cheng nodded and went down to do his work. He found the previous person in charge of Meiquan Village, told him Zhang Feng's plan, and asked him to be responsible for this matter. After all, Xiao Cheng still had to command the army, and he was not good at this, so he decided to leave it to professionals to avoid ruining Zhang Feng's plan.

The next half month passed under the attack of the natives and the release of the guards. The scouts found out that the natives were transporting supplies during this period, so they sent more than 10,000 soldiers again. This should be their maximum mobilization.

Although almost all the indigenous people are warriors, in the face of modern weapons, soldiers without guns can only be regarded as cannon fodder and cannot play much of a role.

"Release those prisoners in a few days. We can start the plan now." Seeing that the time was ripe, Zhang Feng gave the order.

"Yes, boss!" Xiao Chenglizheng responded loudly.

Now Meiquan Village also has a guard team of 1 people. They have all adapted to the battlefield environment. Although they are not brave and good at fighting, they can overcome their fear and can almost fire according to normal training.

During this period, the American-Chinese Company also lost hundreds of people in the battle, and the indigenous people lost more than 2,000 people. It is time to find a way to end this war.

Three days later, a convoy of more than 300 people bypassed Xishan Farm and arrived at Wangxi Village, where they dug trenches and built fortifications.

After one night, the number of guards and militiamen of the Meihua Company here reached 3000. This was Zhang Feng's plan. He sent a team of people over the mountains and around to Wangxi Village to cut off the natives' retreat.

"Hurry up, everyone, be quick, we must finish it before tonight." Zhang Dabiao ordered loudly.

Zhang Dabiao had already become a formal employee of the Meihua Company in China. Because he was strong and healthy, he was assigned to the guard team when he arrived in Madagascar and became a captain with more than 100 people under him.

He performed well in this battle and was appointed as one of the commanders of this operation, managing his previous team and 1000 militiamen. If he could complete the mission successfully, promotion after the war would be just around the corner.

"Report, captain, a group of natives are coming from behind. They are now about 3 kilometers away from us. They seem to be transporting supplies." A scout came quickly on horseback from behind and immediately dismounted to report.

"How many natives are there and what weapons do they have?" asked Zhang Dabiao.

"Captain, there are more than 300 of them, and their only weapons are spears," the scout replied.

"Okay, you continue to keep an eye on them and report their movements at any time." Zhang Dabiao ordered.

The scout responded, jumped on his horse, and headed towards the natives.

Zhang Dabiao also returned to the headquarters and arranged for people to gather 50 guards and 100 militiamen to ambush on the road.

Afterwards, he waited for the scouts to report the distance of the native transport team. After they fell into the encirclement, he immediately led 300 people to kill the natives. Under the firepower of guns, the natives had no ability to resist at all. They abandoned their supplies and fled the same way.

However, they did not expect that more than 100 people with rifles were waiting for them in the rear. Seeing this, the natives knelt down and begged for mercy. Several natives wanted to sneak away from the side, but were driven back by several horse-riding guards.

(End of this chapter)