Panic-stricken people hurriedly crossed the green fields and walked through the wheat fields of Hailsin as high as a person. Thick barley stalks were pushed down and trampled in pieces, and the fragrance brought by the juice was mixed with the stench of blood and rotting corpses.
The man-eating monsters nimbly chased the hurried Helsain people through the wheat fields, knocking them down one by one and tearing them to pieces. Some people tried to use their rifles and shotguns to fire at the zerg, but these sporadic gunshots were quickly covered by the roar of the alien monsters.
This escape is doomed to be in vain. No matter how far they run, the swarm will catch up and eat them. This place is still far away from the city, and there has been news that the city was attacked by Zerg 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. The 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 has been around for some years. When my sister was born, it had already become an important and important member of the Foss family. Now, this old machine is rumbling out turbid smoke, struggling to cross the field ridge and heading towards 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 flee...either a heavily-garrisoned military base or a densely populated city. At least there was a launch port that could evacuate the planet. .
Now, all hope is gone, with farms in ruins and black smoke billowing from factories and cities. Wherever the helpless people can flee, there are zerg everywhere.
The vast farming area of Heilsain is an endless plain. 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 didn't kill the springtails with their bright orange carapaces and thin wings, which were almost jumping in pursuit, following closely behind the harvester's taillights. Istel was not afraid of these monsters at all. He even spat at the monsters that were following him.
"No matter what it is, if they don't give up, little brother, we will be caught up sooner or later." Lorraine looked up 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, Cowes Carpenter, Elson Billy...we are the only ones left."
"You like Elson, I know." Easter said.
"But I heard he died without dignity."
Istel 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 Ireland die, and he was still alive when an alien dog ate the lower half of his body," he said.
"Don't say that, Istel, we will survive, we will definitely." Luolan 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 that Lorraine was right.
"They're going to jump up!" my sister screamed, crying and wiping away the uncontrollable tears to prevent them from blurring her vision.
Just as he was speaking, 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, which had already reached the speed limit, go faster, but because the fuel level was at its bottom, it even gradually slowed down.
For a few seconds, the scratching 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 bombing, and the car body was shaking all the time.
"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 besides the harvester that could protect them 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! Istel!" cried Lorraine.
At this time, the springtail had stretched out its front paws, smashed the car window glass, and stuck its head in. Its bright red bloody mouth was almost only a thin line away from 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.
Easter fired one after another with a calm face, then stood up and slammed the monster's injured face with the butt of his gun, but he always clung to the car window frame, as if he didn't know the pain or retreat. He almost used up all the bullets, and finally looked the monster in the eyes with fearless courage, shot it into its split mouth, and shot it down.
As misfortunes never come singly, this old classic car let out its last whimper and 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 that was about to stop. Dozens of pairs of hazy yellow eyes stared eagerly at the prey that was about to be obtained. The swarm of insects never lacked 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, and 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 dire straits, 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, the much larger harvester seemed clumsy and sluggish.
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 came to a stop, Easter had used up all his bullets and watched helplessly as more springtails approached. His sister had been so frightened that she had forgotten how to cry. She just sobbed and waited for death.
Easter is a child who grew up in a farm family. 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 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. 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, and then their wings became clearly visible. The jets rumbled louder, sending waves of wheat across the fields, and the alert springtails roared louder in response.
Hundreds of feet high, soldiers with wings on their backs descended from the sky one by one. The orange-red flames spewed 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 were holding double guns, some were holding Gauss rifles, and there were a few trapeze men holding a large handful of electromagnetic grenades in their arms, throwing bombs down wantonly.
In the chaos, Istel 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 gold. 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 the Port of the Dead, rock lovers who spend their lives chasing excitement in the slums of Haji, and criminals from Altera.
Among them, Altera's criminals account for the majority. On the purgatory-like prison planet, they have developed a ruthlessness and cruelty that ordinary revolutionary soldiers do not have, and they are willing to do whatever it takes to gain real victory.
Marshal Augustus Mengsk personally promised that once Altera's Death Gods perform meritorious service on the battlefield or persist until retirement, all their sins will be wiped out. Regardless, the fact that their aircraft had killed so many Zerg was enough to make these scum 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 who 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 fell from the sky, and no one could ever 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 Lorraine 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 down the ramps lowered on both sides of the transport ship, and set up defense lines shoulder to shoulder at the landing site. Then, more transport ships appeared in the clouds above, some of which were transport ships much larger than APOD-33. It was hard to imagine how many fully armed warriors were 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, but when Ister walked there, two sergeants in stand-up collar uniforms stepped down 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 one 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 Korhal's 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 terrified."
