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001 Augustus Mengsk

"Thank you for asking for milk. I can't travel to a plane in the Koprulu sector, thank you brother!"

This was the last sentence He Shuhan heard before his eyesight went dark. When he opened his eyes again, the computer, table and other furniture in the room were gone, replaced by a table with tin

The tableware and the mahogany round table are carved with pastoral scenes and horseback hunting scenes, and the light emitted by the two golden candlesticks and crystal chandeliers complement each other.

He Shuhan was sitting on a finely crafted leather chair. On the table in front of him were a folded white tablecloth, a glass of sparkling rose wine and mushroom risotto.

Char-grilled steak with sauce and a small poultry cooked until it was shiny, and on hand was a lavender cake with lime juice.

"Augustus, you know how much effort your mother put into this dinner. Don't ruin it."

The stern male voice brought He Shuhan back to reality from his trance. He raised his head and looked across the dining table. The person speaking was a middle-aged man with dark gray hair and white sideburns and beard.

His temples turned white, and he spoke with a weird accent, but it didn't look distorted... He Shuhan quickly realized that this was not Chinese but English, but suddenly, English was speaking to

It's as familiar to him as his mother tongue.

He Shuhan only glanced at it and immediately lowered his head, picked up the knife and fork, and naturally dealt with the food on the plate. Obviously, in the eyes of others, he must have been in a daze for a long time just now.

Feeling the fragrance in his mouth, He Shuhan knew that if all this was true, then thanks to a mouthful of poisonous milk from a certain Xudong old immortal, he had really traveled to the Koprulu sector. At present, this is at least

It's a decent middle-class family.

While lowering his head to enjoy the food, He Shuhan behaved elegantly and self-possessed, holding the knife and fork skillfully and flawlessly. He did not use the corner of his eyes to look at the other family members sitting at the dining table, but tried his best to recall the time after time travel.

Physical memory. Fortunately, although it was incomplete, he was able to find some buried memories in a short period of time and gained a basic understanding of his current identity.

Augustus Mengsk.

A member of the Mengsk family, an elder family on Korhal IV, one of the thirteen core planets in the Territory Federation. This is an ancient and prominent family. The founder and several generations of ancestors of the family have led the family for hundreds of years.

The first colonists established their homes in this beautiful world. Augustus was the second son of the family, and his name came from his grandfather.

Augustus's father, Angus Mengsk, is the current owner of the Mengsk family's various properties. He is also a member of the Korhal Council. He enjoys high prestige in the political arena and has millions of staunch supporters among the people.

followers.

His mother is a strong and beautiful Korhal woman. Like other wives of nobles and upper-class people on Korhal IV, Katherine Mengsk is good at taking care of the housework, likes cooking and studying recipes, and she is also a multi-talented woman.

A major contributor to philanthropy.

Augustus is not the only son in the family. Augustus has an older brother, Arcturus Mengsk, who is a colonel commander of the 33rd Ground Assault Division of the Federal Marine Corps, and a 16-year-old sister, Dorothy Mengsk.

Augustus had just graduated from Stillling College in the capital city of Korhal IV this year. He had just turned eighteen, which was the age when he was young and frivolous.

Compared with his outstanding brother and lovely sister, Augustus was a heartbreaker for his parents. His record at Stillling College was full of misdeeds: skipping classes, teasing the staid dean, and beating up others.

The deceitful principal held a magnetic levitation two-wheel motorcycle competition in the college, illegally modified the IAA advertising robot at the school gate, and gathered people for a barbecue at the graduation ceremony... This young and flamboyant aristocratic son was full of worldliness.

Disregard for rules and authority.

"Augustus... We have been fighting the war with Kemorion for two years, and the situation is still unclear. The federal government of Tarsonis has lowered the minimum age for conscription several times, and was created by those corrupt federations.

The family controlled UNN and Global News Network were vague about the number of casualties, but preached honor and sacrifice." The voice of his father Angus once again awakened Augustus from his memories, and he seemed to be trying hard to create something related to rebellion.

topics between sons.

The atmosphere of today's family dinner is very different from the etiquette but equally warm and harmonious family dinners that Augustus remembered in the past. In the past, Angus would never bring political and business matters to the dinner table, because the little ones in the family

Dorothy always had endless things to say.

Whenever this happened, even Augustus, who could never calm down, would patiently listen to her tell about her friends in school and the imaginative fairy tales she had spun.

Augustus sensed something was wrong. When he raised his head and stared into his father's eyes, pretending to listen to what he said, he noticed that his mother and sister were also depressed.

In Augustus's memory, he almost never saw his mother cry, and that was usually the time of separation and death. Augustus immediately searched in his mind for information about the war his father had spoken about, and he keenly

Realize that this matter should be related to yourself.

This is an all-out war between the Tyranid Federation and the Kaimorian Federation, a human regime with the same origin in the Koprulu sector. The two sides are fighting for precious crystal mineral resources and colonies. So far, the war has

It has affected hundreds of millions of people in more than a dozen marginal colonies, and millions of soldiers, miners and civilians have died as a result.

The all-out war shows no sign of coming to an end, and both the Tyranid Federation and Kaimorian have declared that they are in absolute superiority.

Only senior federal officials like Angus know that the two sides have a winner and a loser. It can be said that they are evenly matched. The war has evolved from the initial exchange of fire in local areas to a mutual bombardment between fleets, even at the expense of using nuclear weapons. In order to win, the federal government is

Send young people who are kept in the dark to a battlefield like a meat grinder.

As a politician, Angus only shows clear anger when he criticizes corruption and argues for the interests of potential vote-holding groups. The reason why he is so emotionally disturbed today is that his second son is desperately trying to

He wanted to join the Federation Marine Corps like his brother, and tomorrow was when Augustus left for boot camp.

The boot camp was in a remote colony a few light years away from Korhal. It was at least a distant world that could only be reached by a spaceship equipped with a warp engine and capable of long-distance jumps. Angus's second son was also about to leave him.

And to go, this is not just as simple as he may lose his heir, he loves every one of his children deeply.

"This is the last time I tell you how cruel war is. It is not the childish games you have played. Have mercy on your family. When you made such a callous decision, your mother almost cried faintly.

Die!" Angus continued as Augustus recalled all this.

"Beyond the walls we built for you is a cruel world, and the battlefield is a hell in a cruel world. It's all because you are used to living a privileged life, doing whatever you want, without any scruples. God, how I wish you could

Show even the slightest remorse!"

Augustus was shocked. He must be crazy. Let the aristocratic young master live a luxurious and bohemian life, but how hard do you want to be a fifty-dollar good brother?


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