StarCraft: Tyranid Empire.

Chapter 418 Monuments

Haiji's gust of wind is like a series of heavy 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 whistling wind never stops, and the children born here never thought that there would be a place in the world where flowers bloom and the weather is sunny.

The area of ​​Grande City has roughly doubled in nearly a year, and the hexagonal edge city circle accommodates almost the entire population of Haiji.Continuous craters and huge craters made by meteorites surround this reinforced concrete city, and roads and train tracks connecting hundreds of mining areas extend on the sandy land.

Like most cities built in the last ten years, Grande is a large and dynamic city.Since the revolutionary military government began to promote the vigorous development of Haiji mining and high-energy gas resources, those Haiji people who were displaced by the invasion of Zerg have found a stable job.

The vitality of the Tyranids is always very tenacious, because all those who are weak, unable to be tenacious or lazy cannot leave offspring.No matter how harsh the environment is, human beings will always try their best to survive.

In mid-May, when the weather was rare and clear, the bustling crowds on Sloane Street in Grande were busy with their business and running around.

This used to be part of the old town, which used to be chaotic because it was too close to the slums, with piles of garbage piled up in the streets, drunks and drug addicts.In the past, there were not even a few surveillance cameras on the streets of Sloan Street, and the local police ignored them, making this place of dirt and dirt even more filthy and dilapidated.

And after the revolutionary army came here, the slums that had been reduced to ruins under the attack 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 people who had been taught repeatedly never appeared again. Instead, there were many more workers who had to go through labor reform instead of serving sentences in the newly built factories.

Now the street has changed a lot. Most of the buildings are boxy and standard colonial style, with roofs painted red or blue.Viewed from the sky, the houses appear to be neatly arranged blocks of pixels.

The potholed streets have been recast and paved with cheap wooden boards from the world of Kelmorian Union, and all the shop fronts have been decorated again, with the names of various commodities written on the neat glass windows and wooden doors.

A retro-decorated bookstore offers readings on revolutionary progress, levitating car driver's license test manuals and comics to people who pass by.Since a child actor named Keith Vilas became famous overnight in the core world of the Tyrann Federation, the cover of his masterpiece "Mayor Sara vs. Zerg" was also pasted on the glass of the bookstore, with the words "greedy" written on it. Taglines like the zerg and friendly protoss.

However, the words Friendly Protoss and the words Bastard were written in paint, clearly the work of local ultra-humanist and wild artists.

Others are selling industrial products such as clothes, agricultural tools, and suspension bicycles, and the smell of cooking is wafting from a small number of stores.With so little arable land at Hagie and fruit a luxury in the greenhouse, the delicious fruit and vegetables from Ayr are warmly welcomed.

And since it was illegal to own a gun on the planet under the revolutionary military government, many shops selling imitation guns to the Haji soon disappeared.

Because since the end of the guild war, a large number of electromagnetic weapons have flowed into the civilian population, which has made gangster shootouts in backward areas more bloody and uncontrollable.It is worth mentioning that most of the electromagnetic weapons are not those that flow out of the battlefield and warehouses, but the refined imitations of the C series electromagnetic rifles of unknown origin, and the number is huge.

According to a host at the UNN headquarters in Tarsonis, who was soon executed for espionage, the Brubak family, the largest arms dealer in the Tyrannian Federation, was the manufacturer of those rifles.

A large group of jubilant Revolutionary Army sailors swaggered through the streets like a flock of ducks rushing through the rice fields, and soon scattered into the various shops.

Some people have eaten enough barbecue, fruit and individual rations in Ayer, and are determined to taste "human food" again, some people are buying some souvenirs for their families, and more people have no purpose, they just Want to relax, watch a movie, opera or drink coffee does not matter.From this point of view, the young soldiers hope to experience a wonderful encounter on a different planet.

The soldiers of the Revolutionary Army who have just returned to the human world from the battlefield of Ayr are very popular with the local girls. After all, it is difficult for them to refuse the exquisite protoss crystal charms or other ingenious gadgets that the soldiers take out from their pockets. Even the teeth of a springtail can testify to their bravery and manliness.

The soldiers of the Revolutionary Army who had just experienced the brutal battle may have not seen a woman other than a nurse for more than half a year. They would blush whenever they saw a woman wearing a skirt.

The people on Sloane Street didn't have much fear of these young soldiers. Regardless of military discipline, at least compared with other federal military bases stationed on colonial planets, Revolutionary Army soldiers knew how to pay.

"Is this plausible?" Among the soldiers, the tall Tychus Finlay stood out.

"In such a big city, there is not even a red-light district or a strip club. How should those poor and helpless beauties live? Augustus Mengsk, are you worthy of your conscience?"

"Don't say that, it's just not so easy to find." Augustus walked in front of Tychus, his eyes sweeping around the various storefronts:

"I think you might try your luck on Wayne Street."

"Forget about that dreadful place, those whores should pay me," Tychus gritted his teeth.

"I'm here to relax, not to suffer. If you do something with those people, you might as well let me die."

"Marriage may be the cure for you beast," Raynor said, "but you are doomed to be alone, Tychus."

"I promised to bring changes to Haiji—it seems that the officials I appointed have done a good job." Augustus looked at the red brick roads on both sides of the street and the green trees dotted with a little green, Satisfied to say.

"You have to thank your father, Angus Mengsk, now member of the Umoyan Council, for picking and sending these officials. In any case, it was proved in the purges after the Korhal uprising A man of his own ability and loyalty," Reynolds said.

"Angus Mengsk is better suited to be a chancellor than a leader of the rebel army - he is a shrewd fighter, but fighting is not just about being able to shoot."

"It was one of the few times I thanked myself for having a great dad," Augustus said.

Augustus thought of his old father who was becoming increasingly vicissitudes: "Angus wanted to bring real democracy and freedom to Keha, and thought that the accumulation of several generations of the Mengsk family was enough to realize it. But until the Federation brought Keha When it was blown into glass, he suddenly came to his senses."

"That's the price of pursuing freedom."

"Our enemies are a bunch of bastards, and even the zerg are more noble than the nobles of the Federation." Reynolds said as he stepped into a bar with creaking wooden floors. There were several revolutionary soldiers in brown military uniforms sitting on the seats. Soldier.

"Look here," Tychus said aloud.

"A demon of heaven, the cubs here should run away when they see you."

The decoration in the bar caught Augustus' eyes, with many old-fashioned shotguns and hooks hanging on it, and a huge hunter-killer Hydralisk skull almost occupied the front wall.A piece of yellowed letter paper wrote these words: Henry, Al's No. 1 in the first kicker bee contest, Probe is a good friend of mankind, long live the revolution, long live Augustus Mengsk.

"Henry Gallesque." Augustus sat down on the bar stool at the front of the bar.He recognized the man with the walrus mustache in front of him, who was a member of the Heavenly Devil, the elite squad of the Federation in 2489.

Henry was a member of the third squad of the special tactical platoon, and he knew Augustus later than Tychus and Raynor.But the experience of fighting side by side made Augustus remember this standard soldier with few characteristics.

Henry Gallesque was once a milkman on the planet Sangar, and he joined the army only because he was framed for murder.This kind of thing is very common in some fringe worlds where order is chaotic, and things more absurd than that are not uncommon.

"How's life here?" asked Augustus.

"It's not bad, sir." Henry handed Augustus a glass of red cocktail: "Before I came to this bar, this was a gathering place for drug addicts. Everyone carried a gun and drew it As fast as a Protoss draws a sword."

"At that time, everyone thought that we brought war and that the era of turmoil was coming. But now, they don't want the revolutionary army to leave." He wiped a wine glass.

"I learned a little bit of trade from the bartender in Hyperion, so I never starved to death."

"As long as I'm alive, that kind of thing won't happen." Augustus said, holding a cocktail.

"I know that you will never let the brothers who worked with you be wronged, which is why we are willing to follow you." Henry smiled.

"Galesque, we are all waiting for you to go back, the day is not over for the bugs." Tychus also sat down.

"I'm afraid I can't go back. The doctor even advised me not to do any strenuous work in my life." Henry pointed to his brain: "I was able to survive the psychic attack of the protoss because I was lucky enough , but that almost turned my brain into a pulp."

"Thinking about it now, it was really a nightmare. It was just the wailing of a protoss high-ranking templar who died because all his people died, and many of us were killed." He said.

"We've seen the zerg's fangs and claws and the speed at which they ravage everything, and the protoss' high technology and their gleaming spaceships, but we've forgotten that their psychic powers are greater than the Ghosts'. horrible."

"It will pass." Augustus quickly finished his glass of wine.

As a member of the Demons of Heaven, Henry may not be as famous as the first class, but he also has demon tattoos on his body.He was one of the best commanders under Augustus, always loyal.

However, as of now, there are not many demons left in heaven.Josephine was lost at the Battle of Korha, three men from the [-]nd and [-]rd Squads were killed at Char, and a promising colonel died with his ship in the fleet battle.The five people confessed to Aiur, either they were eaten by Zerg, or they were cut in two by the protoss.

"Maybe it was just a mistake for me to bring you to Al? 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 just the opposite. You just did what you think is the most correct thing. Think about it, we chased Al and defeated the zerg master and saved how many people , how many people should thank you, this is something that people in the Tyrann Federation will never be able to do again in this life."

"Look, this is the medal given to me by the Protoss." He took out a bronze ax-shaped metal medal, with the words "Forever Protoss Friend" marked on it.

"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 logistics hounds. What is it called? It's not worth much at all."

"Protoss doesn't know the truth that rare things are valuable."

"Tychus, I thought you were the only one who didn't get the medal," Raynor said sarcastically.

"Henry, I'll come and take care of your business when I'm free." Augustus put down his glass.

"But I heard that you never have a free time." Henry said, "Remember what happened at the Joey Ray's Bar, I moved to Mar Sara's after a while, and I heard that everywhere People are needed."

"Say hello to Joey Ray Jones for me," Raynor said.

At this time, the holographic TV in the bar lit up, and the logo of a local TV station flashed, showing an extremely solemn and solemn picture.A white monument stands in front of a cemetery full of birch trees. The wind howls non-stop, and the yellowed frozen leaves are scattered.

Sculpted by Protoss artists, the monument depicts three Revolutionary soldiers fighting bloody battles in Aiur, with the bloody corpse of a giant Hydralisk at its base.

"We won't forget it," Augustus said.

"Remember this sacrifice, every soldier who went to the battlefield of Aiur will be immortal."

There are very few Revolutionary Army soldiers buried in the cemetery, most of them are soldiers from Haiji, while Revolutionary Army soldiers from other regions will be sent back to their hometowns.

"They're all good guys," Reynolds said.

"Those who haven't been through that don't know what we lost in Ayr - blood, 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 tear down the collapsing building of the Tyranid Federation, watching me end the evil rule and put an end to the threat of alien aliens."

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(End of this chapter)