Panic-stricken people hurriedly crossed the green fields and walked through the wheat field of Hailsin as high as a person. The thick barley stalks were pushed down and trampled in pieces, and the fragrance brought by the juice was mixed with blood and rot.
The stench of corpses.
The man-eating monsters nimbly chased the hurried Helsans in the wheat fields, knocking them down one by one and tearing them into pieces. Some people tried to use the rifles and shotguns in their hands to fire at the zerg, but these sporadic attacks
The sound of gunfire was soon covered by the roar of the alien monster.
This escape is doomed to be in vain. No matter how far they run, the swarm of insects will catch up and eat them. This place is still far away from the city, and news of the city being attacked by the zerg has been spread a long time ago.
For the people of Heilsein Farm, the nightmare has just begun.
A pair of young siblings were driving a combine harvester through the fields. Their healthy, wheat-colored faces were full of fear and collapse due to the ample sun exposure. One of them was sixteen years old, and the other was only twelve years old.
Their parents were the first victims of the Zerg since they appeared on the farm. Those two hard-working and extremely wise couples, along with the entire rural buildings, turned into a pool of horrific, gloomy and twisted chitin.
A mixture of carapace and distorted tissue.
This harvester is quite old. When my sister was born, it had already become a very important member of the Foss family. Today, this old machine is spitting out turbid smoke, struggling to cross the field ridges, and driving forward.
Toward the solid road.
Everyone on the Harvester had no idea where to flee. Some suggested running to the nearest city, others mentioned a long-abandoned Tyranid veteran military base, and the rest had different ideas.
the opinion of.
Before the federal garrison in Helsain was completely destroyed, people at least had some idea of where to escape to...either a heavily garrisoned military base or a densely populated city. At least there was a launch port capable of evacuating the planet.
.
Now, all hope is gone, farms are in ruins, and factories and cities are billowing with black smoke. Wherever the helpless people can escape, there are zerg everywhere.
The vast farming area of Heilsain is an endless plain, and large vehicles and machinery will not be affected by the rugged terrain. The only problem at this time is that the oil of this harvester has begun to run out.
"Istel, fire two shots in the back to scare away those monsters." Lorraine Foss is the sister, and the harvester seems to have a soul in her hands, and she can always avert danger in the most critical moments.
"They are not afraid of guns and gunshots. They are not even afraid of Aunt Irene's screams." Easter poked his head out of the passenger window, holding a shotgun that his father used to hunt birds that were destroying crops.
Two shots were fired.
That failed to kill those springtails with bright orange carapace and thin insect wings. They were almost jumping in pursuit, following closely behind the taillights of the harvester. Easter was not afraid of these monsters at all.
He even spat a few times at the monster that was following him.
"No matter what it is, if they don't give up, little brother, we will be caught up sooner or later." Lorraine raised his head from the fuel indicator with a trembling look, his purple lips were just like the old cockpit frame of the harvester.
Shivering.
"Everyone in the town is dead, Aunt Irene, Cos Carpenter, Elson Billy...we are the only ones left."
"You like Elson, I know." Easter said.
"But I heard he died without dignity."
Easter looked at his trembling sister and said: "If they catch up with us, then I will kill you first and then commit suicide."
"I've seen how Ireland died. He was still alive when an alien dog ate his lower body," he said.
"Stop saying that, Istel, we will survive, we will definitely do it." Lorraine said: "The Harvester's radio channel received a broadcast from the Human Revolutionary Army not long ago, and they are finally coming. I try
We sent a distress signal using old equipment, and someone will definitely come to save us."
"Don't be naive, Lorraine, they won't come here to save the children of farmers. Remember what those soldiers said to us - how can they save us if they can't even save themselves."
"Augustus Mengsk's Revolutionary Army is different. They are different from the Federation's Marines." Lorraine bit his lips and saw two jumping springtails through the glass next to the driver's seat of the harvester.
.
She didn't know if those were the ones that followed them from the beginning, after all, all zerg were the same.
"Why is it different?" Easter said something to her sister out of habit, but she also hoped in her heart that Lorraine was right.
"They're going to jump up!" my sister screamed, crying while wiping away her uncontrollable tears to avoid blurring her vision.
Just as he was saying this, there was a clang, and a howling springtail jumped up at an incredible speed and climbed onto the harvester's barn. The scratching sound of the sharp nails and the metal shell of the harvester was so sharp that it made people laugh.
People get goosebumps.
Both siblings could hear the squeaking sound of the alien monster crawling on the roof of the car, and even the iron sheet was lifted off in whole pieces.
Her sister, Lorraine, tried her best to make the classic car that had already reached the speed limit go faster, but because the fuel level was at the bottom, it even gradually slowed down.
For a few seconds, the scraping sound stopped suddenly, and the two siblings even thought that the monster lying on the roof of the car had been thrown off. At this time, the harvester was driving into a road that was bumpy due to the bombing.
, the car body kept vibrating.
"Is it gone?" Lorraine asked cautiously.
"I don't know." Easter hugged the shotgun tightly. It was the only relic of his father and the only thing that could protect them except the harvester at this moment.
After a moment of calm, a monster with a bright crown and a snake-like snout poked its head out from behind the car window on the side of Luo Lan like lightning, opening its bloody mouth full of sharp teeth, including a razor.
General rows of teeth and minced meat are clearly visible.
Lorraine was so frightened that she almost jumped up from her seat. She stretched her neck like a panicked goose and screamed:
"Do something, God, do something! Ister!" cried Lorraine.
At this time, the springtail had stretched out its front paws, smashed the car window glass, and stuck its head in. There was almost only a thin line between its bright red mouth and Lorraine's cheek.
"Bang!" Easter fired at his sister's side, smashing the monster's face with just one shot, but it just howled and turned around, stretching out its claws to catch Lorraine.
go out.
With a calm face, Easter fired one after another, then stood up and slammed the monster's injured face with the butt of the gun, but he always clung to the car window frame, as if he didn't know the pain and retreat. He almost used up all the bullets.
, finally looked the monster in the eyes with fearless courage, fired a shot into its split mouth, and knocked it down.
Misfortunes never come singly, this old classic car gave out its last whimper, and its speed became slower and slower. At this time, both Lorraine and Easter knew that their lives had come to an end.
The springtails surrounded the harvester, which was about to stop. Dozens of pairs of hazy yellow eyes stared eagerly at the prey and swarm of insects that were about to arrive, never lacking patience.
Easter opened the mechanical barrel wall in front of the harvester that was full of sharp blades. These blades, which could easily crush the dry roots of barley, rotated at an extremely fast speed, crushing the springtails that jumped up in an instant.
"Go to hell! We are human beings, you should be the prey!" Ister almost smashed the control panel that was about to fall off. At the same time, Lorraine gritted his teeth and drove the harvester to turn around, using the remaining power.
He crashed into the incoming springtail.
At first, when they were in a desperate situation, they really drove a harvester and strangled a few springtails, but these flexible springtails immediately avoided the sharp cuts by jumping and dodging like grasshoppers in the field.
Blades, this much larger harvester looks clumsy and slow.
More springtails dodged the rotating cutting blades and jumped onto the harvester, furious as if they wanted to dismantle the giant machine.
When the harvester finally stopped, Easter had used up all the bullets and watched helplessly as more springtails approached. His sister had been so scared that she had forgotten how to cry. She was just sobbing.
Waiting to die.
Easter is a child who grew up in a farm family, and his independent personality makes him far stronger than other children of the same age.
He once inspired to become a general and began reading the legends of Earth's ancient heroes Alexander, Caesar, Augustus, Napoleon and the Galactic Heroes since he was a child, but these dreams would eventually come to nothing.
However, at this moment, the springtails climbing outside the cockpit of the harvester reacted before the two siblings. They all looked in a certain direction, muttering uneasy grunts, and then
Like a vigilant cat.
"Look," Easter said to her sister.
"That direction." He pointed out the front window of the car.
At first they were just dark shadows, then their wings were clearly visible. The rumble of the jets became louder, sounding like waves of wheat across the fields, and the alert springtails responded with a louder roar.
Hundreds of feet high, soldiers with wings on their backs descended from the sky one after another, and the orange-red flames spouted by the jetpacks behind them seemed like the tail wings of a phoenix.
Almost in the blink of an eye, they had arrived in front of the two siblings with the bang of the electromagnetic rifle and the explosion of the grenade. They silently and silently used the weapons in their hands to harvest the lives of the springtails from a high position.
.Some people are holding double guns, some are holding Gauss rifles, and there are a few flying men holding a large handful of electromagnetic grenades in their arms, throwing bombs downwards wantonly.
In the chaos, Ister could vaguely see the Kohal Revolutionary Army logo on the shoulder pads of these trapeze men. Their combat uniforms basically maintained the same style - dark red combat uniforms paired with glittering golden jerseys.
Phnom Penh.
Almost all reapers wear helmets and breathing masks, but there are always some real warriors and tough men who choose to abandon them.
In addition to some Korhal veterans, the Death Company also includes desperadoes from Port of the Dead, rock lovers and criminals from Altera who spend their lives chasing thrills in the slums of Haji.
Among them, Altera's criminals account for the majority. They have developed a ruthlessness and cruelty that ordinary revolutionary soldiers do not have on the purgatory-like prison planet, and they are willing to do whatever it takes to gain real victory.
Marshal Augustus Mengsk once personally promised that once the Death Gods of Altera perform meritorious service on the battlefield or persist until retirement, all their sins will be wiped out. In any case, they have killed so many Zerg fighters.
It's enough to make these scumbags who once struggled to survive in the gutter become heroes.
The Death Gods of Altera only wear a few breathing tubes to prevent themselves from suffocating during high-speed flight, and they always believe that their unique cockscomb heads can intimidate the enemy in battle.
The gods of death flew over the heads of Istel and Lorraine like fighter planes. They did not stay for a moment, but then flew in another direction.
The reapers called reapers are not kangaroos or desert jerboas that are good at crossing slopes and hills. Just like the energy supply given to them by jet packs, the reapers can fly in the air for long periods of time with the help of backpacks.
The death of the revolutionary army always falls from the sky, and no one has ever been able to catch them.
The gods of death flew into the distance one after another, looking for another group of people who needed to be saved, disappearing as suddenly and elusively as they came.
Before Istel and Roland could react, two more revolutionary army transport ships painted in gold and red landed in the wheat field. The wake of the propellers burned a large bush of vigorously growing barley to black.
carbon.
Soldiers in red power armor filed from the ramps lowered on both sides of the transport ship, and set up defense lines at the landing site side by side. Then, more transport ships appeared in the clouds above, some of which were larger than APOD.
-33 is a much larger transport ship. It is hard to imagine how many fully armed warriors are carried in those ships that cast huge shadows on the ground.
Easter pulled his sister, who was stunned by the violent fluctuations of emotions, out of the harvester that was almost chopped up by springtails, and walked towards the soldiers, because he was sure that he and his sister were safe.
The soldiers did not stop Ister from walking towards one of the transport ships, they just focused on what was directly in front of them.
The transport ship didn't look very conspicuous at first sight, but when Ister walked there, two sergeants in stand-up collar uniforms stepped down first from the lowered gangway, followed by an imposing but dignified officer with no military rank on his shoulders.
them.
Finally, a corporal and a slim red-haired woman in tights came down from the top. The last person was the senior commander wearing a dark gray cloak and a golden wolf emblem on his military cap.
This face was familiar to Easter and his sister.
Marshal Augustus Mengsk, the leader of the Korhal rebellion known as the one who brought destruction.
"Give them a cup of barley tea and some chocolate." said the marshal. "These two poor children must be frightened."