This dirty little bar needs to be renovated. It is built in the red wasteland of the planet Mar Sara. The materials used are rusty cargo ship planks, recycled steel bars, integrated electrical panels and cheap glass, covered with a layer of rust-colored
A satellite TV antenna bracket bundled with cables was erected on the windswept roof.
When the wind and sand that swept over the dry land of this planet dispersed, the sunlight fell from the bamboo-lacquered blinds behind the bar window and woven thinly on the long table in front of Jim Raynor.
Renault is holding a bottle of No. 8 whiskey in his sun-protective gloved hand. He is tilting the bottle to fill the glass in front of him. The cyan bottle is shining golden in the sun. People here do not use the temperature stabilizing regulator produced in the core world.
Still relying on the fan to find coolness.
Compared with its sister planet in the same star system, the lush forested and fertile Joe Sara, this planet's orbit is closer to the star, the ozone in the atmosphere is thin, and the hot star's light scorches Mars mercilessly.
·The land of Sara. About 70% of the land of Mar Sara has been sun-dried for as long as the life of the planet. The dry and hard land is only interspersed with tenacious shrubs and grass.
A pocket projector was playing the news from the Unn Universe TV station a week ago. A female member of the Terran Federation Federation Parliament was calling on the people of the Federation to be vigilant about the threat of the rebels, calling Angus Mengsk and his son
As the most heinous terrorist leader in history: "A deranged terrorist and a scum of society, those in the Marine Corps who awarded the medal to Augustus Mengsk were simply heinous!"
This small bar has little business during the day. Only when the weather cools down at night will the residents of the town come here to drink and have fun. At this time, Joey Ray's Bar is very quiet, and the only sound in the bar is the fan.
and the sound of news.
"We always believe that justice will be done!" The federal congressman raised her hands, while several assistants behind her waved the Federation's star-striped flag: "It's Augustus Mengsk and his rebels who ran to the end of the galaxy.
, we will also find and capture him and put him on public trial!"
"Did you hear that? You scumbag, Augustus." Renault chuckled and teased his old friend: "They will definitely lock you up after they catch you and declare that you have been brought to justice.
."
"I have seen her, a mean woman named Beamonchi, a distant relative of the Tagore family. Her figure is just like her unflattering character, boring." At this time, a cowboy with a wide-brimmed cowboy hat
He walked in and placed a capacitor electromagnetic pistol on the table in front of Renault.
"Oh - I have no impression of her. I only remember that the Tagore family's raspberry cake and wine were extremely good." Renault didn't look back and just continued to drink the whiskey in his glass. This kind of whiskey is cheap in the core world.
Wine, but on marginal planets like Mar Sara, which were nominally the first colonized planets but actually had stagnant development, you have to be willing to spend money to get it.
"Still the same, No. 8 whiskey. We often drink this in the military camp. By the way, that was back in Turasis boot camp." The cowboy walked in. He had a fit and well-proportioned body, and was wearing a beautiful coat.
The patterned black vest has eagle and wolf patterns on the buttons, and four revolvers are inserted into the four large and wide pockets. The trousers made of thick woolen cloth can effectively prevent sunburn and avoid being bitten by horses.
Sarah's branches were scratched by sharp thorns.
His reindeer leather boots were beautiful, their high uppers squeaking on the wooden floor.
Such attire is very common in Marsala, where the climate is hot and dry. Their cowboy hats are always wide and high, which can block the wind, sand and sunshine, and can be used as a tool to hold water when necessary. And the cowboys' clothes, trouser legs
Most of the shoes and boots are inlaid with various sparkling metal buttons, which in a sense is a status symbol.
This is a world that advocates tough guy style. Sheriffs and sergeants under law enforcement officers always ride their modified vulture cars in the desert and wasteland to chase the criminals who commit crimes.
"Joey, five plates of fried chicken and one tough guy fries." He said, "Two bottles of Pingtadi port."
This cowboy has a trimmed gray mustache and beard, and his tough face is full of weather-beaten marks and rough. There is a three-inch long scar at the corner of his right eye, which almost completely ruins his handsomeness.
He no longer looks young, he really looks like a tough guy who grew up in Mar Sara.
"Augustus, it's still the same." Renault handed the bottle to Augustus and watched him drink up all the whiskey unceremoniously before returning the bottle to Renault.
"A bit cowboy-y - but Mar Sara doesn't have any cows."
When the owner of the bar brought a plate full of food, Augustus sat down next to Renault. He pulled a metal coat with a backrest, leaned on the backrest and lowered his head, his face hidden under the brim of his hat.
inside.
"How did you do it like this?" Although Renault also made himself look ashen and covered his eyes with deliberately untrimmed forehead, but in fact this is not very clever.
This is not a very clever disguise.
But fortunately, Renault is not well-known. The Federation currently only knows that he is a minor leader in the rebels. Since Augustus's performance in the Marine Corps is too eye-catching, under his dazzling brilliance, Renault and others have nothing to show off.
As a minion, Renault's name doesn't even deserve to be on the top ten wanted list.
Even Arcturus Mengsk, who did not participate in the Korhal Independence Campaign at all, squeezed into the top twenty. It can be seen that the Federation still considers a retired colonel to be a huge threat, and the little Marine Corporal does not
Not enough to be afraid of.
"The omnipotent Umo Yang Agent Disguise. This is a plastic mask, nanotechnology, which uses optical imaging technology to simulate the appearance of other people. It is enough to fool human eyes and most holographic scanning equipment." Augustus just relied on
I stared at the food on the plate while sitting back in my chair, feeling no appetite.
Compared with the Tyranid Federation and the Kemerian Federation, Umoyan has neither a large colony nor a large number of mining worlds. For a long time, Umoyan's emphasis on democracy and its true implementation of the government have been considered weak by the Federation and the Federation.
, but this planet has always been able to rely on a lucrative economic system and cutting-edge technology that is far ahead of other planets to become independent from the rule of the Tyranid Federation, and make a lot of money by selling high-precision mining equipment to the Camorians.
The bowl is full.
"...Give me one too." Renault took a fried chicken dinner plate and munched on the chicken.
"What do you want?" Augustus asked him.
"My suggestion is that the safest way is for a man to disguise himself as a woman." A strong man who was a head taller than Augustus walked in. He was only wearing a short-sleeved shirt, and was exposed by Mary.
Sarah's thick arms, reddened by the hot sun, are full of muscles, and the lavender tattoos make them look extremely impactful.
"In the aristocratic circles of Tarsonis, this is an art, just as popular as those fat nobles who are keen on dressing up their male favorites and like to keep women in captivity."
"I think we can start with you, Tychus." Raynor was unmoved.
"I think this is funny." Tychus smiled like a villain, and the wrinkles on his face spread out like dragon scales: "We are wanted criminals, so we must be careful. In the days to come,
The fleets of the entire Tyranid Federation will hunt us in the universe, racking their brains to find even the smallest clue."
"The Federation has at least ten fleets like Edmund Duke's Alpha Squadron. After annexing the mining world and industrial city of Camorion, the Federation will build more ships!"
"Then let them come for it." Renault sneered: "I heard that Duke's Alpha Squadron followed Jackson's Revenge all the way to the outside of the Koprulu sector and into the galaxy in the Xianying sector."
"Captain Jackson has a more vivid description of this." Tychus said cheerfully: "Duke has been following the signal source of the signal tracker closely, like a pig chasing an apple."
"Duke didn't realize something was wrong until Tarsonis ordered the entire fleet to return, but even then he still didn't understand that he was not chasing us." He said vividly.
"The pirates on Duke and Jackson's Revenge were a bit out of character, which is why they worked so hard with the commission. In order to make the show more realistic, they also simulated the battle between Norad and the Hyperion.
In the end, Jackson even almost brought Alpha Squadron into the gravitational field of a newborn neutron star. If Duke's people hadn't had some IQ, they would have been burned to ashes."
"Hahaha——" Renault was overjoyed. He had always disliked Duke's arrogant and arrogant face.
However, Renault's laughter quickly disappeared. He realized that even Tychus didn't smile, and he should have realized that Augustus was gloomy from the beginning.
"Josephine is dead." After a pause for breath, Tychus said softly, his expression not showing much sadness. He seemed to have never shed tears because of the death of others, even though Tychus had often been with him before.
Harnack and Josephine went out looking for flowers and willows together.
"He may not have experienced much pain. In the high temperature that can melt polygonal steel, death is only a matter of seconds."
Renault was silent. He remembered the photo they took in Turasis. Now, there was one less person in it.
"Josephine was buried in her hometown?" he asked Tychus.
"No, no one who survived found Josephine's body. The carbon elements that made up her body were melted by tens of millions of tons of fortresses and metal rocks. Canis, the moon of Korhal, is his tomb. Someone died in
Everyone there has set up a monument." Tychus shook his head and said.
"I really want to see him again." Reno's eyes were red, but he didn't hold back the tears: "How is Kehal?"
"Someone among us always has to leave first. Everyone knows that revolution is not a house game." Tychus walked straight to the wine cabinet of Joey Ray's bar and took out a few bottles of wine. He said to the boss: "The bill will be settled by Jim."
on the head."
"You mean Kohal? In fact, the situation in Kohal is better than we initially estimated. Most areas have not been affected by the nuclear bomb. It can only be said that one day in the future, the Kohal people will not have no chance to rebuild Kohal.
"Tychus said.
"Hanak, Lundstein and Lisa are still alive, and they are still leading the formation of the new city and the new government in Umoyan. Kidd and the others followed the twenty colonial fleets that set off in different directions.
As for what these colonial fleets will encounter, no one can say."
Augustus didn't speak during this period, just listened quietly. During this period, he just stared out the window, watching the hot wind of Mar Sara blow up the rust-colored sand, rising and falling. Augustus was cold gray
His eyes reflected the red world, and no one knew what he was thinking except the invisible ghost agent sitting opposite him.
In the end, Augustus seemed to have regained his composure. He picked up a perfectly fried crispy French fries and handed it forward: "Kah-ka-ka."
So the French fries in Augustus' hand disappeared at an extremely fast speed. From the perspective of others, it seemed as if they had disappeared out of thin air. Then came the second and third one - until Augustus had his meal in front of him.
The plate was wiped out.
Finally, a smile appeared on Augustus's face, but it quickly disappeared. Now Augustus was carrying nearly 90,000 lives of the revolutionary army, and fourteen battlecruisers were docked at Savoy.
On the back side of a solid giant planet in the Ra galaxy, most of these battleships are in urgent need of resources for repair before they can return to battle, otherwise they will sooner or later become a pile of space junk made of steel.
Augustus took his hand back, took out a silk scarf from his pocket and wiped the saliva from his fingers.
"It's time to set off." Augustus said to Raynor and Tychus: "There is still a lot to do before we empty out all the crystal mines and high-energy gas in Mar Sara."
Augustus backed away from the heavy iron gate of Joey Ray's bar. The strong wind raging on the surface of the planet carried the rust-colored sand into his boots, and a layer of rust adhered to his black vest.
Colorful sand.
In front of Augustus, a large crane rumbled past the main entrance of Joey Ray's Bar. Revolutionary Army soldiers disguised as gold diggers drove into the distance in reconnaissance vehicles and vulture cars, wearing wide-brimmed hats and
Soldiers in red turbans salute Augustus.
This is a distant world far away from Tarsonis. Mar Sara may not be a place suitable for human habitation, but its underground is rich in precious mineral deposits——
"After all, one day, we will follow your brother's old path. Money is the last word." Tychus walked behind Augustus: "The people here welcome us, the people of Mar Sara are Bikeha.
People are even more hopeless, there are rebels in every region, and there are criminals everywhere. But there are only a few million people on this planet, so it can’t make much waves."
"We are going to build a base here to train new recruits." Augustus said.
"Sounds good." Renault said, standing on Augustus' left side.
"The colonial governor of Mar Sara has just made a small fortune these days. He needs to spend a lot of time dealing with the bellies of those women, so he has no time to take care of us for the time being. A group of gold diggers swarmed from Agria.
Or they are just small waves hitting the beach." Tychus patted Renault's shoulder.