Chapter 1541 - Farming (1/2)

The T-3 power armor was quite an outdated model in the NAC, but because of its balanced performance, it was still in service. The modified N-100 based on the X-1 model that NAC acquired from Shangjing’s Line Zero became the latest generation of NAC power armor. Compared to the performance of T-3 and T-4, N-100’s performance improved by leaps and bounds.

But for the natives in Africa, the T-3 power armor was sufficient. Power armor was the strength of Pan-Asia Cooperation, and those different models that flowed into Africa from Europe, America, and Russian were at best comparable to the T-3 model.

Based on NAC’s army reform plan, all the power armors in service would be updated to the T-100 model within five years. As for those T-3 models no longer in service, Jiang Chen had already found them a new home.

The rich but simple-minded natives were undoubtedly good customers.

After the banquet, Feng Yuan accepted the invitation of War Chief Duaman, and stayed with his assistant at the city hall, or rather, War Chief Duaman’s palace for the night. In order to welcome his guests, the hospitable chief also arranged two female slaves to accompany the guests.

There was no need to say what happened that night. In the early morning the next day, Feng Yuan and his assistant bid farewell to War Chief Duaman, and followed the wizard named Lusambo to the Victoria Lake Development Zone, located more than 500 kilometers away, with the convoy.

While the name was a development zone, in fact, it was an area casually circled by the War Chief on the map, and his staff estimated that the region was roughly 20 million mus. As for how the land was going to be cultivated, who was going to be cultivating, even Duaman himself did not have a clue.

The Steel Teeth tribe did not have a minister of agriculture, and there were only a few farmers in the country willing to earn an honest living through farming. The status of a soldier was much higher compared to a farmer. Since the establishment of this development zone, not a single household has moved there from Mombasa.

Fortunately, NAC was finally here, and they sent a company called Future Development to help them farm. War Chief Duaman was certainly elated by the agreement since he didn’t need to work in order to receive a large amount of food every year. The food he received could be further exchanged into valuable power armors. No one would refuse such a good deal.

After the convoy arrived at the development zone, Feng Yuan first asked Lusambo to guide them around the region on an off-road vehicle. After they determined the boundaries for Future Development, he chose a hillside as the base of the development zone.

There were two reasons behind his decision; the first was for ease of digging of the canal, and the second was for defense.

Yes, defense.

Although this region was within the territory of the Steel Teeth, Feng Yuan did not forget that his convoy was attacked by militants shortly after they left the port. The law of the jungle was universal on this continent. He did not think that War Chief Duaman would send troops to protect them, so it was critical to rely on themselves.

On the hillside, Feng Yuan took the binoculars and examined the surrounding environment, then after he tossed the binoculars into the vehicle, he walked to the wizard.

“In the first phase of the project, we will reclaim one million mus, and we will need about two thousand slaves. For each slave, we will pay a box of ammunition or five rifles. These arms will arrive in Africa at the beginning of next month on our cargo ship. How soon can the slaves we want be delivered here?”

“It will be delivered in three days,” Lusambo nodded and smiled, “We also hope that you can start as soon as possible.”

“The infrastructure here is too backward. There is not even a decent canal. We have to start from scratch. Is there any larger building material company in Mombasa? We need to order a batch of steel and cement.” Feng Yuan watched the dry-yellow grassland and frowned.

At first, he heard that this was a deserted farmland, but after he toured the place, he started to doubt whether farmland actually existed here. The deer herd not far away still chewed on the grass in leisure while green bushes were scattered on the grassland. From any perspective, this place looked like an untouched African savannah.

“About how much do you need?” Lusambo’s expression turned slightly stiff

“50,000 bags of cement, and 5,000 bundles of steel bars…”