Mr. General's Eastern Advisor

The following morning, Zhang Yang convened a group meeting at Kaiwei Mining and announced several important matters.

First, the company acquired the mining rights to two other copper mines and assigned relevant personnel to negotiate investment and arrange for production and output as soon as possible.

Secondly, apart from some security personnel in the mining area, all other security personnel were incorporated into the Salito Provincial Government Army, and the outer perimeter security work was entirely taken over by personnel arranged by the government army.

Everyone knows that Zhang Yang, the big boss, personally went to see Zabol yesterday.

Is this the outcome of the meeting and talks with Zabol?

Amidst the joy of the crowd, there was also a slight sense of melancholy.

The good news is that the company has acquired two more sizable copper mines, which will increase the company's net profit by at least two billion yuan a year.

These executives naturally received hefty bonuses, which is certainly a great thing.

But what they worry about is their own life and property.

This fully armed mine security team hasn't even had a chance to warm up before they're being handed over? And the security work is being completely handed over to the government—how can anyone not feel secure about that?

But they also knew that this was inevitable.

No local government would allow such a powerful and uncontrollable force to exist within its jurisdiction. The mining team had no choice but to hand over the power. If they resisted and the government army came to their door and besieged them as an armed force, they would lose their lives and property.

The current outcome seems to be the best possible result.

In the end, the BOSS's methods were indeed superior, so in this way, everyone is happy.

"Lu Hang, go and make the arrangements," Zhang Yang said, glancing at Lu Hang.

The two copper mines could be put into production very quickly, which is like getting a windfall for free. It was Zabol who gave him the two mines directly. If it were done through conventional means, he would have had to spend a huge amount of money and defeat many competitors. It would have been uncertain who would have won the copper mines in the end.

He really managed to overtake others by taking a shortcut.

As for the mine protection team.

The basic security forces that need to be retained should still be maintained.

He planned to leave a few elite soldiers to guard the mine, along with a few dozen ordinary mine guards; combined with the equipment he had, that would be enough. He wasn't worried about security on the outer perimeter, and as for the interior... given the current situation, what problems could there possibly be inside?

From now on, the mine will only have one task: to focus on production and make money for itself.

After dismissing everyone, Zhang Yang stood alone in the conference hall, gazing at the Africa sky and land, and felt an indescribable sense of comfort.

Several months passed in the blink of an eye. This young, wealthy man from China found himself thriving in Africa, and his life underwent a dramatic transformation.

I still remember when I first arrived, I was worried that the business was on the verge of collapse.

What about now?

With two more large mines under its name and the protection of Zabol, the largest warlord in the area, the environment couldn't be better.

And he seems to be going further and further down the path of becoming a major mine owner.

As for the future...

Zhang Yang took a deep breath.

Hopefully, the future will unfold as he wishes.

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After hundreds of elite mine protection teams were infiltrated into the government army, Zabol launched an operation to clear out all rebel armed groups in the province.

The government army is, after all, the government army.

Compared to those unorthodox methods, they once had an overwhelming advantage in terms of equipment, numbers, and combat power.

In these military operations, large and small, Zhang Yang's hundreds of elite soldiers in the mine protection team all performed outstandingly, achieving remarkable results and gaining widespread recognition within their respective squads. No one around them dared to challenge them.

How could I possibly disagree?

Compared to these mediocre government soldiers, these elite soldiers shone like stars in the night sky, their superior skills in both shooting and individual combat creating an insurmountable barrier between them and the surrounding soldiers.

Zabol naturally seized the opportunity to promote them, elevating them from ordinary soldiers to squad leaders.

With their outstanding military achievements, their promotions were naturally effortless, and they rose to their positions with ease.

This is just the beginning.

The various government army squads led by elite soldiers have seen a qualitative improvement in both combat effectiveness and cohesion. Most importantly, each of them is able to firmly control the dozen or so government soldiers under their command.

In this way, hundreds of elite soldiers quietly took root at the grassroots level, easily forming a considerable base of support among tens of thousands of government troops.

And this is just the beginning.

Under the offensive of the government forces, which had been infused with a newfound spirit, numerous scattered armed groups in Salito Province were successively wiped out.

We are getting closer and closer to the goal of eradicating all armed groups in the province.

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A wasteland in the province of Sartori.

Government troops are assembling.

Ahead, an anti-government armed force is putting up a stubborn resistance.

On the government side, rockets, AK47s, and howitzers were all deployed, providing overwhelming firepower that prevented the enemy from even raising their heads.

"That man?" A former mine guard, who was directing his squad in battle, suddenly saw a shirtless man covered in strange tattoos, armed with an AK and with bullet chains wrapped around his body, stand up from the anti-government forces ahead.

He muttered something loudly, "Gibberish."

The soldier king smiled, revealing his gleaming white teeth.

He casually drew his gun, and fired a bullet with perfect accuracy, striking the man squarely between the eyebrows.

Blood spurted from the man's head instantly, and he collapsed to the ground.

Moments later, a few shells were fired, and the anti-government armed forces that had been stubbornly resisting were finally annihilated, leaving only scorched earth and ruins.

Another victory that was never in doubt.

Crushing type.

As everyone was taking stock of the battlefield, a local soldier suddenly stopped and exclaimed in surprise.

"Look, that tattoo!"

The crowd stepped forward to take a look, and many of the nearby soldiers showed strange expressions.

"This tattoo... only tribal warriors have it!"

Tribal warriors, the bravest members of a tribe, are respected and worshipped by all the people of the tribe. It can be said that, apart from the chief, the tribal warriors hold the highest status in the tribe.

The crowd stepped forward and examined the person, confirming their identity.

They actually came from the largest tribe in the vicinity Kambara Tribe.

The Kambara Tribe is known for its bravery and fighting prowess. It has a large population and lives in a secluded jungle in Gango province, bordering a neighboring country.

God knows how the warriors of this tribe ended up joining this anti-government organization.

They even shot him dead.

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Later, at the general's residence.

Since his last visit to the general's residence, Zhang Yang has been coming more and more frequently.

To the outside world, he certainly needs a credible public identity to facilitate his comings and goings.

That was General Zabol's advisor.

If everything goes smoothly and Zabol is successfully elected president, the status and prestige of his position will rise sharply, making him President Zabol's most trusted advisor and closest friend.

He even became, in the eyes of the world, a spokesperson for President Zabol's interests and a close confidant of the president.

A being second only to the emperor, above all others.

As for the truth?

No one will ever know that he is the real mastermind behind everything.

No one will ever know that for him, there was only the highest position among thousands, and no one second to anyone.

"One of the militants you wiped out was a tribal warrior from a nearby large tribe?" Zhang Yang smiled. "He joined the militant force on his own. Bullets don't discriminate; what if he died? Will it have any impact?"

"Mr. Zhang, this tribe is located on the border between the two countries. They have always been known for their bravery and fighting prowess, and they have a large population. Moreover, they are quite prestigious among the many tribes in the vicinity," Zabol said in a low voice. "It involves nearly 100,000 natives, and our government forces cannot directly suppress them."

"They've come looking for us?" Zhang Yang asked.

"The tribe has sent people demanding an explanation." Zabol carefully chose his words. "They say that the tribal warrior joined the armed group only for training, and that our killing him with bullets was a despicable and shameful act. They do not accept that we defeated their warrior in this way."

"What a joke." Zhang Yang chuckled. "What can you do if you don't accept it?"

"Unleash retaliation, fueled by the fury of hundreds of thousands of natives." Zabol wiped the sweat from his brow. "Tribal issues have always been a major problem. Conventional methods won't work; we must follow their logic and methods."

"Tell me what you think," Zhang Yang said, glancing at Zabol and gesturing for him to continue.

"Tribal warriors can be killed, but they must be killed by a powerful being, not by bullets of modern civilization," Zabol said. "If we can prove that the soldier had the ability to kill him honorably, that will suffice."

"So··"

"Pass their test..." Zabol said. "Slay a lion alone with a sharp blade."

Zhang Yang thought about it for a moment.

The soldier who shot and killed that tribal warrior during the firefight was the top soldier in his own mining protection team.

The king of warriors is naturally someone proficient in all aspects of melee combat, from cold weapon fighting to individual combat skills. He could single-handedly kill a lion with a sharp blade... Hiss...

He is at the pinnacle of human combat power, so he has a clearer understanding of the strength of ordinary humans.

If he were to take action himself, he could naturally fight a lion with his bare hands. But if it were an ordinary person, even alone, he would not be able to defeat it, even with a sharp weapon. This is a difference in species, which cannot be compensated for by any external object.

He had some doubts about how the tribal warrior had managed it.

Zabol quickly explained the details.

It turns out that the lion that was killed was not a large, adult male lion, but rather a small, slender one. Before the fight, the lion's strength was deliberately depleted, which is why the lion dared to send someone alone with a sharp weapon to fight it.

Even so, those who have the courage to fight and successfully kill a lion can indeed be considered warriors.

"We can give it a try." Zhang Yang was somewhat confident. "Go and reply, arrange the test, our people are ready to accept."

It wasn't that he underestimated the lion's strength, but rather that he felt if someone from an isolated tribe could do it, then his elite soldier, buffed by the system, could certainly do it too.

Sigh... Although it might seem like I'm pushing my subordinates to take the fall, firstly, the elite soldier is absolutely loyal; he wouldn't hesitate to die for me, so I don't need to consider his feelings.

Secondly, it is indeed a matter of great importance, relating to the issue of tribal indigenous peoples and, more importantly, to the foundation of Zabol's rule.

So, this is the only way we can try.

"Yes, Mr. Zhang," Zabol replied quickly.

The following day, Zabol responded to the tribe immediately.

The tribe quickly responded, provided an address, and declared that they would invite chiefs from surrounding tribes to watch, to demonstrate fairness and transparency.

Several days later.

Several military vehicles moved through the dense forest.

Zhang Yang and Zabol went together to participate in the so-called Tribal Warrior Trial Battle.

That elite soldier was naturally in the car that day as well.

"Are you confident?" Zhang Yang asked in the car.

"Mr. Zhang, if it really is that kind of rule, I'm still confident. But if they don't follow the rules and a powerful lion comes instead, I definitely have no chance of winning," the King of Soldiers said calmly.

With the system's buff, the elite soldier is not only exceptionally strong and absolutely loyal, but also possesses mental fortitude far exceeding that of ordinary people.

The idea that someone's legs would buckle before the fight even begins is simply impossible.

"Okay, good luck." Zhang Yang nodded.

After an hour's drive, the surrounding scenery changed dramatically. In the distance, an enormous tribal village stretched out, seemingly endless.

The overall style naturally evokes a sense of primitive tribes.

What a secluded and primitive village!

The car stopped, and various local languages could be faintly heard from the surrounding area.

In the distance, a dozen or so natives, dressed in grass skirts and shorts with feathers on their heads, were all strong and healthy with glossy skin. They were holding spears and looking over with wild eyes.

"Let's get off the bus," Zhang Yang said.

The group got out of the car and looked around at the local customs and culture, which were so different from those of modern society.

Suddenly, a cacophony of chattering came from afar.

Zhang Yang could understand it; he could vaguely make out that they were saying something like, "The chief has arrived."

Before my eyes, the natives from all directions knelt down to welcome the chief's arrival.

In the distance, an elderly native dressed in a lion robe and carrying a cane, dressed in an exceptionally solemn yet primitive manner, slowly walked over, surrounded by a group of tall figures.

"Welcome, General Zabol."

This is the Great Chief of the Kambara Tribe.

The reason the Great Chief is the Great Chief is that he is not truly isolated from the world. He knows everything he needs to know, and at this moment, facing the highest official of Salito Province, he naturally shows the respect that is due.

"Hello, Chief Ubara." Zabol nodded. "Let me introduce you, this is my advisor, Mr. Zhang."

Chief Ubara looked at Zhang Yang with his cloudy eyes, a hint of surprise flashing in them.

They seemed to have never expected to encounter a foreigner with a skin color so different from theirs.

"Chief Ubara, hello." Zhang Yang greeted him first.

"Hello, friend from afar." Ubara nodded in greeting. "Welcome."

He looked around.

"Who are we supposed to meet today?"

The elite soldier stepped forward, his eyes showing no emotion, his expression as calm as ever.

Immediately, all sorts of different gazes turned towards them.

"Is it you?" Ubara stepped forward, her eyes fixed on him. "You're the one who killed our tribe's warrior? You certainly seem like a born fighter."