453 Young People Don’t Always Want to Make Big News
Tarsonis is the center of the Terran Federation, a dazzling pearl and a beacon of human civilization.
In the past, Mike Liberty would have heard his colleagues who were eager to curry favor with the powerful and the government praise the land beneath their feet, but now, Mike would call what is happening in Tarsonis the Orb Dust.
No, the people on earth are throwing this pearl into the ground, smashing it into pieces with a hammer, and then grinding it into powder.
Battleships gathered in the sky above the main city of Tarsonis, and the pedestrian viaducts and transportation hubs across the city became dividing lines of battlefields. Sentry cannons, anti-aircraft pulse cannons, electromagnetic rail guns and cluster cannons could be heard throughout the city.
Laser cannons roared, and bright orange barrages spread across the city's airspace.
Even in the daytime, the meteors in the sky are still unusually bright, like falling flames. They may be the unburned remains of the orbital space station that fell from Tarsonis's atmosphere, or they may be the giant UED landing ship.
The last time Tarsonis was in such turmoil was the year of the rebel rebellion, but at that time the rebels only sent multiple landing forces to the ground to force the Federation fleet to return to aid. Now, the purpose of the Earthlings
It is obvious that they must take over the capital planet of the Tyranid Federation, even at the risk of destroying it.
In the first few hours of the war, Mike and several of his colleagues from the news department who were working overtime were trapped in the headquarters building of the unn universe news television station by continuous artillery fire. They had no way to escape and were scurrying around like headless flies.
Some people say ued, that is, the earthlings have landed on the surface of Tarsonis. Their landing craft and troop transports have landed in the central area of the main city of Tarsonis. Soldiers of various factions are in the unn headquarters building.
There was a firefight downstairs. It was chaos and corpses were everywhere.
When UED attacked, it was still dawn in this hemisphere of Tarsonis. Since then, the continuous sound of artillery fire has not subsided. It seems that every corner of the city is fighting, with different identities, different bloodlines, and different beliefs.
People shed their blood on the streets, highways and train tracks in the sky.
By sunset that day, Mike and several of his colleagues were still waiting for someone to rescue them from the crumbling building.
Communication was completely interrupted from the beginning, nothing could be used, and later even the electricity was lost.
And even under such circumstances, Mike maintained the composure he should have as a former UNN reporter. He was still in the mood to go to the vending machine in the lobby on the fourth floor to get a few bottles of Coke and hot dogs, and put them in his pocket at the same time.
All filled with snacks.
Since it was not during working hours when the war broke out, there were not many people in the UNN headquarters building. Now they are scattered on various floors or escaped regardless of the armies of both sides fighting outside. There are not many people here.
"Don't you want some beer?" As Mike said, he took out a bottle of canned beer from the glass of the vending machine that he had just smashed with a fire hammer: "Why are you so polite to me? Old Vermillion is
Please ask me to take good care of his proud son."
"Mr. Liberty, I'm not in the mood to drink beer at the moment." The young news reporter, Mr. Donny Vermillion, unbuttoned his uniform jacket and threw his blue tie aside.
Despite this, Donnie still took the bottle of wine from Mike's hand. Mr. Mike Liberty is a senior he respects very much. It is said that he had already gone as a reporter when the rebels were active in Korhal.
The front line of the war.
Originally, Donnie had no intention of joining such a large company so early, but as the rebels' activities in the world on the edge of the Federation have become more frequent in recent years, the Unn Universe News Network urgently needs to send more information to various planets that were originally unattended.
There are many reporters, so they recruit new graduates with high salaries.
For Dhoni, who is just starting out and has little reputation, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Tarsonis is the largest and most prosperous city in the Tyranid Federation. People who want to live here face a lot of pressure. Unless they are nobles or their relatives, people in Tarsonis must work hard to survive here.
Gain a place in the prosperous place.
"Donnie, you look scared to death." Mike opened a bottle of Coke and sat down with his back against the damaged vending machine.
"I'm not scared at all. As an UNN employee, this is just a small scene." Donnie also sat down next to Mike, but his words sounded more like cheering himself up.
At this moment, with a deafening roar, a lot of debris fell on Donnie's head in a violent vibration. The young man with thick, fluffy black hair immediately couldn't restrain himself and hugged himself
The head shouted:
"What should I do? I still have family outside and my brothers are still in the city. Will the people on earth kill them?" He couldn't help but regret it.
"I really shouldn't have come to this class!"
Donnie has been fearfully staying in this empty building for more than ten hours, and it is almost dark outside. However, the continuous artillery fire outside shows no signs of decreasing at all, and is even getting more intense.
Thinking about it, this is really a nightmare. Ever since the editor pulled his tie and yelled at him yesterday, poor Donnie has been working until he fell asleep. When he woke up, he heard that the people on Earth were bombing Tarsonis.
The people of Earth don't care at all about Tarsonis' centuries-old cultural heritage, because even the youngest structures they have built in the solar system are older than that.
"Things are already like this. It's useless for you to worry anymore." Mike patted Donnie on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Instead of worrying about other people, it's better to worry about yourself."
"The Earth and government troops are fighting next to our building. Did you hear me? I bet the nearest heavy fire support point is only about 1,200 yards away from the two of us. If you have experienced guild wars and Kremlin wars,
If there is a rebellion, then you should be able to hear the distinct sound of the Gatling cannon of the Tarsonis Defense Force." The Coke in Mike's hand collided with the beer bottle in Donnie's hand.
"This kind of weapon is enough to deal with ordinary CMC power armor and can tear people apart. I can't imagine what would happen if it fell on civilians?"
For almost ten minutes, they stopped talking to each other, and there was only the roar of the outside world in the hall. The sound of artillery fire showed almost no sign of interruption, not to mention other orbital defenses far outside the city of Tarsonis.
With the help of artillery, one can imagine the intensity of this war.
In this city that is currently at war, two ordinary UNN employees sit in a dark corner, waiting for the war to end or something worse to happen.
"Stop scaring me." After a flash of explosion outside the window, Donnie wiped his nose.
"Don't worry, it's absolutely safe here." Mike finished a whole bottle of Coke and suddenly felt much more comfortable: "The UNN headquarters building is much safer than your home - when no one rushes in."
"Stop chirping. When I take the position of editor-in-chief, one day you will take over my position."
"...You?" Donnie's mood seemed to be more stable, and his expression was a little teasing: "Does Anson know about this?"
"Anson is going to get out soon, and his position will be mine sooner or later." Mike said with a smile.
"You're right, Mr. Liberty, I've always thought you had this talent!" Anyway, Donnie likes people who are ambitious and capable.
"Thank you." Mike handed Donnie a tissue and motioned for him to wipe his dirty face: "When the time comes, I will definitely arrange a prime time TV column for you. I know your strengths, Donnie, no
People are better at reading manuscripts than you are.”
"That sounds good." Donnie also opened the beer in his hand and didn't take it seriously.
"When the time comes, I must be like you and bravely expose the inside story of the corrupt government and confront the darkness in the power institutions!"
"I advise you not to do this kind of thing." Mike said with a chuckle: "The dignitaries who were angered by me have wanted to hire murderers to kill me more than once, and I can survive to this day purely because I have
Many people are protecting and helping me from behind.”
"What a fool. You actually don't care about these things at all. All you want is to get ahead," he said.
"You are destined to be different from me."
"You're right." Donnie finished half a bottle of beer in a moment: "You always see the things in this world too thoroughly, and everyone stands in front of you as if they were naked.
There are no secrets at all."
As a person who can tell lies without hesitation, Donny Vermillion is by no means a cynical and passionate young man. In other words, Unn needs a creative talent like him who can easily tell lies.
To make it true, to turn the truth into falsehood.
"I am the kind of thorn in the eyes of those in power." Mike said: "I live to expose the truth and tell the audience the dirty little secrets of the Federation."
"But now it is the assets behind the shareholders that control Unn. The influence from the federal government and the founding family makes us have to close our eyes and say unconscionable words to survive."
"And we Tarsonis have such a stupid nature. They say that they never believe anything they have not seen with their own eyes, but they regard reports that have been screened, modified, added, deleted and released by the federal government as knowledge of the truth.
The only resort." He said:
"The people of Tarsonis are most concerned with fighting on the fringe worlds so that they can show off to their friends, family, and colleagues as if they are right at the center of it. That won't last much longer, as you're right.
As you can see, the Federation is about to end."
"Compared to the people on Earth - to be honest, I would rather Augustus Mengsk's Korhal rebels take power. Although they are rebellious, at least they are Tyranids." Donnie said and stuck his head out to sell.
I took a look out the window next to the cargo plane.
By this time, the sky had darkened, and the flashes of flares and tracer bullets had replaced the bright stars in the sky.
He just raised his head and glanced briefly, and he could see several meteors of different sizes passing over the city. In the past, these bright meteor showers used to make up the dreamy night sky of Tarsonis, and they were the only people living in high-rise buildings.
The majestic wonders that can only be enjoyed in the past are now the messengers of hell who are literally bringing death.
The sky is filled with colorful clouds, and the flashing orange light means that a far more intense battle is going on in the sky and even in high-altitude orbits than on the surface. Every ship wreckage that falls on the ground is...
A fire broke out in the city of Tarsonis, and the once beautiful and prosperous city buildings were covered with a thick layer of black dust.
"Oh? I thought you didn't like the rebels?" Mike looked at Donnie in surprise.
Mike is also a revolutionary who voluntarily joins this organization to pursue something it calls justice and freedom.
"I don't like it. Do you know how much big news the rebels have created? Thanks to Augustus Mengsk, the columns related to him are very popular, and even the extremely stupid talk shows can get a share of the pie.
." Donnie smacked his lips.
"That Mengsk is my lucky star. Thanks to him, I received a large bonus for writing manuscripts." He said: "To thank him, I named the cat at home, Augustus. Why?
Sample?"
"It's best not to tell the person involved." Mike smiled.
"If you let that Augustus see the materials you criticize him for, you may have to suffer a lot. What a notorious rebel leader, a bloodthirsty maniac who killed many people, a butcher who killed the elderly, women and children, he
You must be very angry."
"As expected of you, Donnie."
"I only report the truth. If that Augustus is really innocent, then he will not resent me." Doni is a logic wizard.
"Or would he notice me from all the criticism? How is that possible, am I just an unknown nobody, or is there something unusual about this name."
"It's better to be careful. I heard that the Marshal of the Revolutionary Army is petty-minded." Mike said: "But I don't think the people on Earth can take Tarsonis yet."
"There is a huge Federation fleet between the orbital defense platform of Tarsonis and the atmosphere. This epic fleet that the Federation is proud of is composed of multiple naval squadrons and is not so easy to defeat."
At this time, there was another burst of Gauss rifle shooting outside, which sounded very close to here.
Donny Vermilion got up, ran to the window behind the vending machine, and carefully leaned on the edge of the window to look out.
In his eyes, several soldiers in gray power armor were running quickly past a bus stop in front of the headquarters building, quickly passing over the temporary bunkers of the federal army that had been turned into reinforced concrete ruins.
A giant Goliath armed robot strode from the other side of the road. The sharp edge of its cockpit was bathed in the flames from the cannon. The emblem on the flag showed that it belonged to the UED Expeditionary Force.
The Spartan Company.
And Donnie swore that this Goliath armed robot was much larger than any he had ever seen in the federal army. Perhaps only the crazy mechanics of Camorion could build such a big thing -
—In front of this Goliath, the Federation is just a dwarf.
"If we can broadcast live footage of the invasion of Earthlings, the ratings will definitely be the highest in history."