The strong winds in Haiji are like heavy, high walls pushing against each other, pushing the blades of the wind turbines of the wind power towers standing in every corner of Grande City. The whining sound of the wind never stops, here
A child born never thinks that there will be a place in this world where flowers are blooming and the wind is sunny.
The area of Grandi City has approximately doubled in the past year. The hexagonal urban circle accommodates nearly the entire population of Haiji. Continuous craters and huge craters created by meteorites surround this reinforced concrete building.
In the city, roads and train tracks connecting hundreds of mining areas extend on the sandy land.
Like those cities that were only built in the past ten years, Grandland is a vibrant large city. Since the revolutionary military government began to promote the vigorous development of Haiji mining and high-energy gas resources, those who were destroyed by the invasion of Zerg
The displaced Haiji people have all found stable jobs.
The vitality of the Tyranids is always very tenacious, because all weak, indomitable or lazy people cannot leave heirs. No matter how bad the environment is, human beings will always try their best to survive.
In mid-May, when the weather rarely became clear, the bustling crowds of people on Sloan Street in Grande City were busy going about their business.
This used to be part of the old town. In the past, it was extremely chaotic because it was too close to the slums. The streets were filled with piles of garbage, drunkards and drug addicts. In the past, there were even surveillance cameras on the streets of Sloane Street.
They couldn't even get a few people together, and the local police didn't pay any attention to it. This place where filth and evil were hiding became increasingly filthy and dilapidated.
After the revolutionary army came here, the slums that had been reduced to ruins by the attacks of the zerg were never rebuilt. The military government tried its best to find a decent job for the people in the slums, and those who refused to change after repeated education were
The people never appeared again, and instead there were many more workers in the newly built factories who had to undergo labor reform in lieu of serving their sentences.
Now the street has changed greatly. Most of the buildings are boxy and standard colonial style, and the roofs are painted red or blue. Viewed from the sky, these houses look like neatly arranged pixel blocks.
.
The potholed streets have been recast and paved with low-priced wooden boards produced in the combined world of Camorion. All shop fronts have been decorated again, and the names of various products are written on the neat glass windows and wooden doors.
A bookstore with retro decoration provides people who pass by with revolutionary and progressive reading materials, suspension car driver's license assessment manuals, comics and other reading materials. Because a child actor named Keith Vilas became famous overnight in the core world of the Tyranid Federation, the bookstore's
The cover of his masterpiece "Mayor Mar Sara vs. the Zerg" is also affixed to the glass, with slogans such as "Ravenous Zerg and Friendly Protoss" written on it.
However, under the words "friendly protoss" there is also the word "bastard" written in paint, which is obviously the work of local extreme humanists and wild artists.
Other shops sell industrial products such as clothes, farm tools and hover bikes, and the aroma of cooking wafts from a few stores. Since there is very little land for cultivation in Haiji, fruits are even more luxuries in greenhouse nurseries, from Al
Delicious fruits and vegetables are warmly welcomed by people.
Since on the planet under the rule of the revolutionary military government, it is illegal to own guns, many shops selling imitation firearms to the Haiji people soon disappeared.
That's because since the end of the Guild War, a large number of electromagnetic weapons have flowed into the civilian population, which has made gang gun battles in backward areas more bloody and uncontrollable. It is worth mentioning that most electromagnetic weapons are not on battlefields and warehouses.
Those left behind are fine imitations of C-series electromagnetic rifles of unknown origin, and there are huge quantities.
According to Tarsonis u
A host at the headquarters who was soon executed for espionage revealed that the Brubaker family, the largest arms dealer in the Tyranid Federation, was the manufacturer of those rifles.
A large group of cheerful Revolutionary Army sailors swaggered across the street like a flock of ducks rushing through the rice fields, and soon dispersed into various shops.
Some people have eaten enough barbecue, fruits and individual soldier rations in Ayr, and are determined to taste "human food" again. Some people want to buy some souvenirs for their families, and more people have no purpose. They just
It doesn't matter if you want to relax, watch movies, operas or drink coffee. From this point of view, young soldiers prefer to experience a wonderful encounter on an alien planet.
The Revolutionary Army soldiers who have just returned to the human world from the Aiel battlefield are very popular with local girls. After all, it is difficult for them to refuse the exquisite protoss crystal pendants or other ingenious items that these battle-hardened soldiers casually take out from their pockets.
A trifle, even a springtail tooth, proves their bravery and manliness.
These revolutionary soldiers who have just experienced a brutal battle may not have seen a woman other than a nurse for more than half a year, and they will blush whenever they see one wearing a skirt.
The people on Sloane Street are not that afraid of these young soldiers. Regardless of military discipline, at least compared to other federal military bases stationed on colonial planets, Revolutionary Army soldiers know how to pay.
"Is this ridiculous?" Among the soldiers, the tall Tychus Finlay was particularly conspicuous.
"In such a big city, there is not even a red light district or strip club. How are those poor and helpless beauties supposed to live? Augustus Mengsk, are you worthy of your conscience?"
"Don't say that, it's just not that easy to find." Augustus walked in front of Tychus, his eyes scanning around the storefronts:
"I guess you could try your luck on Wayne Street."
"Forget about that terrible place. Those prostitutes should pay me." Tychus said with bared teeth.
"I'm here to relax, not to suffer. If I do it to those people, it's better to just let me die."
"Perhaps only marriage can cure this beast like you." Raynor said: "But you are destined to live alone, Tychus."
"I promised to bring changes to Haji - it seems that the officials I appointed have done a good job." Augustus looked at the red brick roads paved on both sides of the street and the green trees dotted with some greenery.
Said with satisfaction.
"You have to thank your father for this, Angus Mengsk, the current member of the Umoyan Parliament, who selected and sent these officials. In any case, it was proven during the purge after the Korhal Uprising.
A person of his own ability and loyalty," Reno said.
"Angus Mengsk is more suitable to be a chancellor than a rebel leader - he is a shrewd and capable warrior, but fighting a war is not just about shooting."
"This is one of the few times I feel grateful that I have a good father," Augustus said.
Augustus thought of his aging father: "Angus wanted to bring true democracy and freedom to Korhal, and believed that the accumulation of several generations of the Mengsk family was enough to realize him. But until the Federation brought Korhal
Only when it was blown into glass did he finally wake up."
"That's the price of freedom."
"Our enemies are a bunch of bastards. Even the zerg are nobler than the federal nobles." Renault said as he stepped into a bar with a creaking wooden floor. Several revolutionary soldiers wearing brown military uniforms were sitting on the seats inside.
Soldier.
"Look here," Tychus shouted.
"A demon from heaven, the kids here should run away when they see you."
The decoration in the bar made Augustus' eyes shine. There were many old-fashioned shotguns and hooks hanging on it. A huge hunter-killer hydralisk skull almost occupied the front wall. A piece of yellowed letter paper read these words:
Henry, Al won first place in the first worker bee kicking competition. Detective is a good friend of mankind. Long live the revolution, long live Augustus Mengsk.
"Henry Galesqui." Augustus sat down on the high stool at the front of the bar. He recognized the man with a walrus beard in front of him. He was a member of the Federation's elite team, the Demons of Heaven, in 2489.
member.
Henry is a member of the third squad of the Special Tactics Platoon. Compared with Tychus and Renault, he met Augustus later. But his combat experience made Augustus remember this little characteristic.
The standard soldier.
Henri Galesqui was once a milkman on the planet Sanghar. He joined the army only because someone framed him for murder. This kind of thing is very common in some fringe worlds with chaotic order, and things even more ridiculous than that are even more common.
"How is life here?" Augustus asked.
"It's not bad, sir." Henry handed Augustus a red cocktail: "Before I came to this bar, this was a gathering place for drug addicts, and everyone had a gun.
The speed is as fast as the speed of the star spirit drawing the sword."
"At that time, everyone thought that we had brought war and that an era of turmoil was coming. But now, they don't want the revolutionary army to leave." He wiped a wine glass.
"I learned some skills from the Hyperion bartender, and that kept me from starving to death."
"As long as I am alive, that kind of thing will never happen." Augustus said, holding up the cocktail.
"I know that you will never let the brothers who work with you suffer injustice. This is why we are willing to follow you." Henry smiled.
"Gallesqui, we are all waiting for you to go back. The day will not end when we fight the insects." Tychus also sat down.
"I'm afraid I can't go back. The doctor even suggested that I don't do any strenuous work in this life." Henry pointed to his brain: "I can survive the psychic attack of the stars because I am lucky enough.
, but it almost turned my brain into mush.”
"Now that I think about it, it was really a nightmare. A high-ranking protoss templar who had lost all his people just screamed and killed many of us," he said.
"We have seen the zerg's fangs and claws and the speed with which they plunder everything. We have seen the high technology of the protoss and their gleaming ships, but we have forgotten that their psychic power is greater than that of the ghost agents.
horrible."
"It will pass." Augustus quickly drank the wine in his glass.
As a member of the Demons of Heaven, Henry may not be as famous as the first group, but he also has demon tattoos on his body. He is one of the best commanders under Augustus and has always been loyal.
However, by now, there are not many demons left in Heaven. Joseph was lost in the Battle of Korhal. Three people from the second and third classes died in Char, and a colonel died with the ship. Five people were transferred to Ayr.
Either eaten by the zerg, or cut in two by the protoss.
"Perhaps it was just a mistake that I brought you to Ayr? I often doubt myself." Augustus said after a moment of silence.
"Why do you think so?" Henry shook his head: "My point of view is exactly the opposite. You just did what you thought was the right thing. Think about it, we chased Al and defeated the Zerg Master, and saved many people.
, how many people should thank you, this is something that no one in the Terran Federation will ever be able to do again in this life."
"Look, this is the medal given to me by the Protoss." He took out a bronze axe-shaped metal medal with the words "Forever Friend of the Protoss" written in Protoss characters.
"The protoss also learned a lot from us."
"I have one too." Tychus took out an identical one from his pocket: "Basically, everyone has one, even the hounds raised by the logistics department. What's the point? It's worthless at all."
"The Star Spirits simply don't understand the value of rare things."
"Tychus, I thought you were the only one who didn't get the medal." Raynor said sarcastically.
"Henry, I will come and take care of your business when I have time." Augustus put down his wine glass.
"But I heard that you never have free time." Henry said: "Remember what happened at Joey Ray's Bar? After a while, I moved to Mar Sara's. I heard that there are many places there.
Need people."
"Say hello to Joey for me," Reno said.
At this time, the holographic TV in the bar lit up, and the logo of a local TV station flashed past, followed by an extremely solemn picture. A white monument stood in front of a cemetery full of birch trees.
The monument was carved by a protoss artist. It depicts the bloody battle of three Revolutionary soldiers on Aiur. The base is the bloody corpse of a giant hydralisk.
"We will not forget all this," said Augustus.
"Remembering this sacrifice, every soldier who went to the battlefield of Aiur will be immortal."
There are very few revolutionary soldiers buried in the cemetery, most of them are soldiers from Haiji, while the revolutionary soldiers from other areas will be sent back to their hometowns.
"They are all good people," Renault said.
"People who haven't lived through that won't know what we lost in Ayr - blood, close friends and loved ones."
"Many people have left." Augustus felt that he was no longer living for himself.
"But I feel that they are still alive. They are watching me, watching me knock down the crumbling building of the Tyranid Federation, watching me end the evil rule and eliminate the threat of alien aliens."