The Protoss fighter jets were silent when they arrived, and the roar of their engines was inaudible, as soft as a cat's breathing while taking a nap. Their communication method is obviously completely different from that of humans, and it is impossible to intercept it.
The nimble, golden-blue butterfly-shaped and sharp-edged protoss fighter jets passed at high speed over the heads of the Jörmungandr swarm that was howling into space, and guided by the focusing lens, they dropped a sea of death composed of scorching beams of light. rain.
The beautiful butterfly wings left a trail of fire behind them, and thousands of springtails and Hydra Hydralisks were burned to ashes in an instant.
The dexterous fighter plane flying over Augustus' head had an ingenious design and brilliant and harmonious beauty. It was as light as an ice-blue butterfly flying in the wind, and as sharp as an arrow.
The blue plasma beam burned the ground, and the zerg's creep tentacles and organic buildings that looked like paste in a hot pot began to curl and collapse.
The wood used by humans to join the benches in the Central Park was carbonized by the plasma beam. The stone slabs and steel on the ground were even struck by the protoss beam into molecular states scattered in the air. The super wave rippled a mile away. can be seen clearly.
Augustus saw a large group of Mutalisks and Blazes flying towards the Protoss fleet like a black cloud, and then the Zerg on the ground temporarily retreated.
"Wow - look at these spaceships, they are so damn beautiful... Can Swann build them?" Tychus raised his head, his fierce face showing a dazed look.
Last time, Tychus watched with his own eyes the people of the Revolutionary Army Engineering Corps building a bunker in the sea of worms, and watched Swann weld a high-energy gas collecting drone with his hands. Since then, Tychus has felt that engineers can do anything.
"I really don't know." Augustus shook his head and waved to recall Corporal Faraday and Sarah Kerrigan.
Augustus immediately ordered the troops to withdraw in an orderly manner on the public channel to the central platform of the Mar Sara Skyport. Under his order, the remaining revolutionary soldiers dropped all heavy weapons and supplies. boxes, taking away only the remains of most of their comrades who were in dilapidated condition.
He knelt down on one knee and picked up a soldier's identity plate made of synthetic resin from the ground covered in red blood and purple-black carapace. The nameplate is on a layer of human and zerg body remains, and the blood of the owners of these remains has already turned cold.
The nameplate was covered in blood and contained the soldier's serial number, name, place of origin and the date he joined the revolutionary army.
The owner of this nameplate was once a strong man who loved his hometown, but now he has turned into a broken corpse, torn apart like a can by a ferocious Jörmungandr Hydra Hydralisk. Its body has been dismembered into many pieces, and it is quite difficult to put it back together completely.
"A Korhar, a Steelling. His father is the heir of a viscount in the old era, and his mother is a noble from Valhalla in the core world." Kerrigan put the gun on her shoulder and walked towards Augustus Come. She had just carried a red revolutionary army flag from the other side, and now it was stained with a lot of acid, showing little black spots as if it had been burned by flames.
"You remember him because he was one of those men and women who drove by Colhastilling Academy on the day you enlisted in the Confederate Marines and took fencing lessons on the academy lawn," she said.
"Let's go, are you waiting for the bugs to eat you..." Tychus had already turned his eyes back to the shining star ship.
Tychus picked up a broken helmet from the ground while urging Augustus: "You can't take everyone away. Many people have been eaten by bugs in this rotten ghost place... ....Go back to the Hyperion, have a glass of Cognac or get drunk, and everything will be fine."
Augustus silently put away the soldier's nameplate and watched several Revolutionary Army soldiers passing by.
"Let's escape this sad place first and then mourn those who are not as lucky as we are," he said.
"Augustus, the spaceship to take us back to the fleet has arrived." At this time, Kerrigan reported to Augustus.
"They are finally here, otherwise the airmen would have to collect the bodies for us." Augustus breathed a sigh of relief.
"Isn't it? I have already said that the Air Force is responsible for flying and the Marine Corps is responsible for dying." Tychus said: "Damn..."
"Stop complaining, Tychus, I gave you the opportunity to fly a battleship, but you couldn't bear the loneliness and drove drunk." Augustus said, "Finally, you begged me to transfer you back to the Marine Corps. "
"Later I figured it out, the feeling of being down-to-earth is what makes me feel most at ease." Tychus said: "A real man should drive the mountain-like armor and level the city."
"There will be opportunities for Tychus, let us set our sights on the distant future." As he said that, Augustus took one last look at the battlefield littered with corpses, and followed a team of medical soldiers carrying stretchers towards the launch port. go.
The protoss troops attracted almost all the attention of the Jörmungandr swarm. These two races that suddenly broke into human vision seemed to be innate and incompatible enemies.
The soldiers of the Guards Division of the Revolutionary Army who were still alive, led by officers at all levels, ran along several runways towards the airport. After a day and night with the Hive Jörmungandr, the main attacking insect group among the Zerg groups, more than four thousand people participated in the battle. There were less than a thousand soldiers left.
The officers of the Revolutionary Army were extremely brave, and more than half of the officers were killed in action. There was even a situation where one battalion could only be commanded by a lieutenant.
And since Augustus's Guards Division only receives a small number of recruits from Korhal every year, the actual establishment of this division will only become smaller and smaller, and now or even the officers and soldiers will be promoted at an extremely fast speed.
Currently, among the non-resocialized armies, only the battle-hardened ones can withstand the charge of the swarms on the battlefield without collapsing, and Augustus's Guards Division is the best among the best.
In this force, composed mainly of veterans of Korhal, anyone who showed timidity in battle or who proved to have any doubts about the significance of the revolution and the ideas of Augustus was dissuaded. The Guards Division only accepts true warriors, and with the exception of the Korhalians, they almost never accept soldiers from other planets.
During the retreat, Augustus monitored the distant battlefield while dispatching the retreating troops.
The golden-blue Protoss fighter planes are swarming the Jörmungandr Zerg in the sky and on the ground. They are light and elegant, and even the smallest spacecraft's surface is shining with the icy blue luster of the plasma shield. The protoss fighter jets rotated and circled at speeds and arcs that were absolutely impossible for human fighters, hunting the violent zerg with cold ruthlessness.
If the enemy they face is the human colonial resistance, then the latter will obviously collapse at the first touch. But the swarm doesn't care about casualties or losses. Sooner or later, they will overwhelm this protoss force.
From time to time, butterfly-shaped protoss fighter planes turned into golden blue flashes under the attack of mutalisks and flying crabs. The astonishing shock waves and radiation produced when these fighters exploded would destroy more zerg in the blink of an eye. .
When Augustus confirmed that the last platoon had entered the high platform where the launch port was located, Jim Raynor, who had lost contact for a long time, got in touch with him again.
"Augustus, these protoss will stop the Jormungandr swarm for us for a while." Raynor's voice came intermittently from the communicator headset in Augustus' ear. He should be on a ship now. On the revolutionary army combat boat dealing with the alien dragon.
"You are truly one of my blessed generals, Jimmy. Those protoss do not need our rescue, so how do you deal with these protoss?" Augustus stood at the entrance of the launch port and stared at the last near The Guards soldiers walked in and followed with Tychus, Kerrigan and others.
"Ah... drive slowly, Mark, I almost vomited out the military No. 10 rations I ate yesterday. Those alien dragons can't catch up with us..." Suddenly there was a burst of noise from the other end. Bumps and explosions.
"It's Matt, Matt Horner, sir." A small voice came over, it was Matt Horner who Augustus brought back from Terrador IX.
Matt Horner has been driving a small speedboat for the Revolutionary Army in the past few months. Even as a new recruit, Matt's skills in driving a spaceship are already proficient. This is not the first time he has been exposed to this kind of speedboat in many countries. A light vehicle that can be seen in every field.
"I'm sorry Matt, I won't make this mistake next time. Drive slowly, Matt, don't be in a hurry." Renault added: "Actually, the situation at the time was a bit complicated."
"At that time, my spaceship was 1,600 feet (five hundred meters) high in the air, at least a few thousand yards away from the protoss trapped on a street, and the voice of the protoss commander on the ground came. Straight into my head..."
At this time, Renault was being tightly strapped by his seat belt to the seat of the combat boat that was rolling in the air. He had nothing to do except pray that he would not crash.
"It wasn't that they hacked into our communications equipment, but it just appeared in my head... It was like a thunderclap. At that time, I thought we were hit."
"Psychic language..." Augustus glanced at Kerrigan beside him as he walked towards the interior of the launch port. At least Kerrigan couldn't do this now.
"Yes... Since having John, I have learned more about this aspect. According to what the other party said, he is a high-ranking templar in the Protoss Empire, the son of El, Kara Apostle. It's a bunch of titles I don't understand, but strangely enough I understand what they mean. Templars are warriors among the protoss."
The speedboat Renault was riding on was flying among at least a hundred alien dragons, and sometimes he had to rely on his speed to avoid flying acid and perform evasive maneuvers. As long as the pilot makes a mistake, everyone on the airship will be killed immediately.
"Then he said there were thousands of Hydra Hydralisks in front of us and asked us to get out of there immediately," Renault said.
"The answer is obvious. I'm going to save them. Of course I won't run away." When Augustus boarded a shuttle, Reno's voice was filled with a lot of static noise.
"Then I led people to parachute above their heads. When I landed, I crushed a large number of springtails to death. I shot a Hydralisk and exploded a king insect with one pistol bullet." Renault said.
"My people fought against those protoss, and with the follow-up support from protoss fighter planes, the Jörmungandr swarm was beaten into pieces."
"I admit that there is an element of exaggeration, but the truth is not much different from what I said... The high-ranking Templars of the Protoss were surprised by our 'bravery' and 'self-sacrifice' selflessness." He said.
"Before that, those protoss had always thought that humans were a selfish and greedy race. They never thought that there were brave people like me... us among us."
At this time, Jim Raynor was still a young man with a strong sense of justice and a passionate spirit, full of momentum. The most important thing is that Renault is very pure. When Augustus asked Renault to save people, he really went to save people without any other purpose.
This was enough to surprise those stars.
"I think the protoss high-ranking templar must have felt very funny when he knew that you were going to save them." As Augustus spoke, the shuttle he was riding began to slowly rise after a tremor. null.
"...No, you have to understand that the protoss don't have a damn sense of humor at all. They can't understand you are joking." Raynor said: "The protoss expressed their gratitude for our rescue. Thanks, consider us warriors worthy of respect.”
"Looks like you've tried it, Jimmy," Augustus said quietly.
"It's time for you to leave Mar Sara. Everyone has evacuated, and there is no need to continue to hold on here." He said.
"Mar Sara is completely finished." Renault let out a long sigh: "Originally, I thought about bringing Elizabeth and John back here after retirement, so that you and I could go over to Mar Sara Doing the same thing, being a little peace officer."
"Matt, take us away." He said: "Before that, it's best to inform our protoss comrades."
"I'm not sure our communication equipment can contact the protoss. Their communication method is different from humans." Matt's voice sounded far away from Renault.
"Whether it's the loudspeaker shouting or something, let's do it anyway." Renault shouted: "Damn, why are these alien dragons everywhere."
"Jimmy, I'll see you at Huberion," Augustus said.
Outside the window of the shuttle, a hundred roaring, orange-red wakes were rising into the sky. Several squadrons of A-17 Wraith fighter jets were escorting the evacuated spaceships. In Augustus's eyes, they were just a few black spots drifting away.
Amid the tremors, the brightly lit Marsala Airport was getting farther and farther away from Augustus.
Since the airport has an independent nuclear fusion power station, it can still maintain a normal supply of electricity and keep the lights on after the fall of Marsala City. These lights gradually turned into blurry spots of light, and were extinguished one after another as the bugs poured into the airport.
Mar Sara was plunged into deep darkness.
