Make France Great Again

"Dear guests, can you please stay in my tribe for one day? My tribe needs to make some preparations before the war!" The old chief kindly extended an invitation to Captain Grandy and others to stay.

Captain Grandy looked at the old chief carefully. From the old chief's expression, he saw only sincerity.

So, Captain Grandy smiled and nodded and responded to the old chief: "Of course! However, I need to send someone back to the Governor's station to explain the local situation to the Governor!

So that when you cannot defeat your opponent, the Governor's Mansion can provide you with support as soon as possible! "

The old chief was also stunned for a few seconds. He understood that Captain Grandy did not have 100% trust in them.

Behind the high-sounding interface was Captain Grandy's veiled threat to them.

The old chief believed that if something unexpected happened to Grandi and the others, his tribe would immediately suffer the harshest blow from the Governor's Mansion.

By then, the entire tribe may cease to exist.

"Of course!" the old chief said to Captain Grandi without any hesitation: "Please give me a message to the Governor. Every member of our Ntuya tribe welcomes the Governor very much!"

"I will convey your words to the Governor exactly as they are!" Captain Grandi nodded and responded to the old chief.

Later, Captain Grandi selected a player from Mirabeau Plenkovic's team and ordered him to return to Libreville and tell Governor Jerome Patterson about the situation here.

The selected team members saluted Captain Grandy and trotted along the road they came from.

Captain Grandi also entered the tribe at the invitation of the old chief, and then entered the tribe's only house made of bricks and stones under the hostile eyes of the residents of the tribe. This is the old chief's residence, and also the entire house. The most luxurious residence of the tribe.

"My residence is a bit crude, please forgive me!" the old chief said to Grandi and others with a hint of apology.

"Nothing!" Captain Grandi said, looking at the Turkish scimitar and portrait of the old chief hanging on the wall with his peripheral vision.

I have to admit that this old chief still has some taste, which made Grandy have a strong interest in the old chief.

Immediately afterwards, the old chief spread the red carpet on the ground and invited Captain Grandy and others to sit down cross-legged.

After Captain Grandi and Mirabeau Plenkovic sat on the red carpet, the old chief brought a naked young man.

"This is my grandson, Bongo Ntuya!" the old chief introduced to everyone present.

Then he ordered Bongo Ntuya in tribal language: "Bango, now greet them in French! Let them get to know you!"

Bongo Ntuya's face as black as the bottom of a pot showed a reluctant expression. He also responded to the old chief in tribal language: "Grandpa, I don't like their language! They are a group of bandits!"

"Bastard!" the old chief reprimanded Bongo Ntua with a straight face: "I let you learn their language so that you can become like them one day!

Now the opportunity has been placed in front of you, you have to agree even if you don’t agree! "

(At the same time, a subtle smile appeared on Captain Grandy's face.)

After speaking, the old chief said to Captain Grandy with an apologetic look: "My grandson is a little shy!"

"Nothing!" Captain Grundy responded to the old chief with a smile.

Then, the old chief said to Bongo Ntua in French: "Bongo, please say hello to them!"

Bongo Ntua had no choice but to obey his grandfather's will and greet them in the same broken French.

Captain Grandi and Mirabeau Plenkovic nodded at the same time, and praised Bongo Ntua for learning French well.

After hearing Captain Grandy's praise, the old chief smiled slightly. He patted Bongo Ntua on the shoulder and told him that he could go out.

After Bongo Ntua left, the old chief also sat on the red carpet.

The two sides began to talk for a while, and Captain Grandy also asked the old chief where he learned his French.

The old chief told Grandi that when he was young, he also followed a European master who took the old chief out of the tribe. He also taught the old chief how to speak French and promised that the old chief would take him there. Around the world, let him see the prosperous scenery of the world.

It was a pity that a sudden illness took away the life of the old chief master.

The old chief who lost his master had no choice but to return to the Ntuya tribe. Through the knowledge he learned from his master, the old chief became the chief, and then led the tribe to grow.

In order to commemorate his master, the old chief never forgot French.

It's just that the old chief didn't expect that in his old age, he would have the opportunity to use French again.

"So, your grandson's French was also taught by you!" Captain Grandi asked the old chief again.

"No!" the old chief responded to Captain Grandi, shaking his head. "His French was taught by a missionary!"

"Where is the missionary now?" Captain Grandi asked again.

"That missionary is dead now!" the old chief responded melancholy to Grandi: "A strange disease took him away. Before he passed away, he did not forget to teach us to always maintain respect for God. !”

As the old chief spoke, he stood up and walked to a desk, took out a Bible from the desk and returned.

"This is the only thing left by the missionary!" The old chief placed the French Bible in front of Captain Grandi.

"What a missionary with high moral character!" Captain Grandy couldn't help sighing.

"His moral character is indeed very noble!" The old chief also said with emotion, "It's a pity that God didn't give him too much time!"

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The two sides chatted for a long time before it ended.

At the invitation of the old chief, everyone tasted the tribe's special "game".

Although the overall taste is not too anti-human, it is not a very delicious dish.

After a brief lunch, everyone sat on the red carpet to kill time again.

The old chief called Bongo Ntuya over again and ordered Bongo Ntuya to serve tea and water for everyone.

"Mr. Chief, what are you doing?" Captain Grandy asked the old chief.

"Dear guests, I hope you can take my grandson with you when you leave! I want him to see the outside world!" The old chief pleaded to Captain Grandi.

"Mr. Chief, after we solve your problem, we will continue to go deeper along the river! If your grandson comes with us, there may be some danger!

Send him to Libreville if you want! The Governor will establish a missionary school there! "Mirabe Plenkovic proposed advice to the old chief.

"That's right!" Captain Grandy also said: "It's too dangerous for your grandson to be with us! It's better to go to Libreville!"

"But, I don't know where Libreville is!" the old chief responded helplessly to Mirabeau Plenkovic.

"Don't worry about this, our people will take you there!" Mirabeau Plenkovic said.

"That's trouble!" the old chief said to Mirabeau Plenkovic.

At about five o'clock in the evening, the team members who went to Libreville returned to the tribe.

"Your Excellency the Governor has learned that the Ntua tribe has voluntarily become a territory directly under the Governor's Office of Gabon! In order to commend you, His Excellency the Governor specially ordered me to bring this to you!" The team member opened his backpack, then took out the tricolor flag and said to the old chief. : "Your Excellency the Governor said that as long as the Ntuya tribe hangs this flag, no one will dare to challenge you again!"

Captain Grandy and Mirabeau Plenkovic both had expressions of surprise on their faces. They knew the weight of this promise.

Jerome Patterson's behavior can be said to be worth buying horse bones for a thousand dollars.

“And the Governor also said that since the Ntua tribe is the first tribe willing to submit to the Governor-General of Gabon, he will consider establishing a missionary school in the Ntua tribe!

All residents of the Ntua tribe can take classes for free! "The team member then said something to the old chief.

After hearing this, the old chief, who knew the importance of education, responded excitedly: "Thank you, Your Excellency the Governor! Thank you, Your Excellency the Governor!"

That night, under the arrangement of the old chief, everyone slept in the best rooms in the entire tribe.

Lying on the bed, Captain Grandy looked at the firelight shining into the room from the window, unable to sleep for a long time.

At this moment, there was a dense sound of footsteps outside the room. From the footsteps, it was possible to tell that there were at least about 10 people outside the room.

Could it be that they are preparing to...

Grandy's heart was immediately lifted into his throat. He crept out of bed and took the revolver on the table in his hand.

Feeling the cold touch from the pistol, Grandy's hanging heart relaxed a little.

Immediately afterwards, Captain Grandy returned to the bed again and gently pushed his teammates on the bed.

The teammates who were pushed awake by Grandy made a dissatisfied voice: "What are you doing!"

Grandi quickly covered his teammate's mouth with his hand and pointed outside the room.

Seeing this, his teammates also understood what Grandy meant. He also hurriedly climbed out of bed, took the Enfield muzzleloader leaning against the wall in his hand, and then quickly loaded the ammunition.

After the Enfield rifle was loaded, the team members pointed the rifle at the door of the room.

As long as someone dares to break into the room, they will immediately pull the trigger.

After a while, the movement outside the door stopped.

Then there was a knock on the door, and Captain Grandy quickly asked: "Who!"

"Mr. Grandy, it's me!" The old chief's voice reached Captain Grandy's ears.

"Mr. Chief, can you tell me! Are we enemies or friends now!" Captain Grandy asked the old chief sternly.

"Mr. Grandi, it was just an accident!" The old chief explained hurriedly outside the door: "Our Ntua tribe is still loyal to the French Governor-General!"