StarCraft: Tyranid Empire

The first week of boot camp is all about physical fitness and queue training, interspersed with a small amount of individual weapons training, including the use of battlefield compasses, multispectral night vision devices, portable personal information processors, field medical kits and three-dimensional map imaging devices .

From blowing the wake-up call at six in the morning to returning to the dormitory at 9:30 in the evening, the training camp schedule was so full that Augustus couldn't find any time to rest.

After training every day, even these energetic young people are so tired that it is difficult for them to cheer up to play cards or brag all night long after the first day.

Having said that, Augustus took advantage of the situation on the last night of the first training week. Although in boot camp, recruits never have more than three hours at their disposal, Augustus still found the opportunity to take his squad to the barracks bar for dinner.

As far as Augustus knew, among the several platoons of D Company, he was the only one who had been insisting on doing this - insisting on establishing a solid and reliable friendship with each of his subordinates, keeping in mind each person's character and specialties, even the inconspicuous ones. personal habits.

Marine Corps infantry regulations prohibit soldiers from drinking alcohol during all service time except when on leave, so military bars on base are prohibited from selling alcoholic beverages.

Despite this, Augustus still obtained twenty bottles of No. 8 whiskey produced in recent years and other liquors from the bartender at a price of one hundred and fifty credit coins per bottle.

This was at least five times the market price. Jim Raynor was surprised by Augustus's generosity. In Shiloh, it was equivalent to three days' salary of an ordinary agricultural robot repairman or a skilled worker working in a gas refining plant. .

Augustus's conversation, behavior and concept of money all point to the same point - he must be a descendant of a noble in Korhal, and he is definitely a wealthy noble who controls at least one pillar industry or is engaged in politics.

Reno and the rest of the class didn't inquire, and Augustus made it clear that he didn't want to mention his family. So, the topic was immediately dropped and no one mentioned it again.

If the recruits in Augustus' squad really looked up the status of the surname Mengsk in Korhal, they would be able to more or less understand how distinguished their squad leader's family background is, but they actually don't care much. .

No one here cares how rich you are or how noble your family is. On the battlefield, even a billionaire's head can be shattered with a single blow from the butt of a gun.

If they all live to the day of honorable retirement, they may have the opportunity to find a stable job in Augustus's family business to support their family, and that's it for life. In the Terran Federation, where the economy is in recession, order is in turmoil, and people's lives are becoming increasingly precarious, extravagant expectations for more will only cause people to feel deep pain.

While others were munching French fries, fried steak, and eating golden and fragrant stewed potatoes at the bar, every recruit in the first class was lamenting how good it felt to have a rich man in the class, and at the same time, they felt pain mercilessly. A batch of daily meals for the Marine Corps.

The food rations of the Federal Marine Corps have always been called quick hot shit. They must provide soldiers with proteins and sugars that can be absorbed quickly in the shortest time. As for taste and appearance, they are not taken into consideration at all. .

At the main base of Turasis, Augustus ate the most liquid food similar to mashed potatoes and sweet bars. Usually, if you need extra meals, you have to buy them at your own expense, but supplies are quite scarce in the base. Only officers can afford fresh vegetables and meat.

However, Major Mike Bi believes that there is no need to improve food standards in the boot camp because the federal U-F series of individual soldier rations contain all the nutrients that soldiers need. Eating these individual soldier rations is even healthier and more nutritious than their daily diet. .

In this regard, recruit Harnak gave a sharp comment-the major must have never eaten shit.

Because of the prohibition, everyone exercised restraint when it came to drinking. Only Reverend Benjamin had never drunk alcohol and had no desire to try.

It was the first time for most people to try No. 8 whiskey, including Augustus and Reynaud. This is a distilled liquor with more than 40 degrees of alcohol. In the edge world, the whiskey imported from the core planet through interstellar docking ships can even be regarded as a high-end liquor.

Augustus could not bribe Tavis, the virtual mechanical sergeant who managed the dormitory's access control, so they still had to return to the dormitory before half past ten.

The atmosphere at the party table was heated at one point, with the recruits quaffing whiskey, beer and cocktails while railing against rations and camp officers. Until a new recruit named Conor Ward got drunk and suddenly started sobbing.

Conor Ward is an anomaly in the second row and first class. He has short light blond hair, light blue eyes, dark and healthy chocolate skin, and is tall and strong. Although he was only twenty-three years old, his melancholy eyes and often sad expression made him look much older than a young man like Augustus.

Ward never smiled, and he didn't even speak much. This kind of character is obviously not old. Augustus once noticed that he looked at his family photos silently.

It was by a small river where blue and green intertwined. Connaught was hugging a beautiful woman, with three blond children standing at his feet. His smile was bright and sunny, as if he were a different person.

A happy husband and father.

When Ward cried and told everyone how his wife and lovely children were killed by the Camorians, the sadness and pain revealed in that photo became even deeper.

A Kaimorian assault company attacked the unsuspecting Reikdorf on the planet Terrador III in the second year of the Guild Wars.

This was supposed to be an operation aimed at destroying local military installations, but mining areas, gas refineries, and even underground transportation pipeline nodes where a large number of civilians and workers lived and worked were all attacked.

Ward worked in one of the gas refineries, and his wife had warned him before the attack that he should escape their house and hide in the open, but he believed it was impossible for the Caimorians to penetrate deep into the core world of the Federation.

Moria is quite far away from the Terrador system. Before the disaster, all the men and women were saying: We are still far from war.

The Kaimorians were merciless, using incendiary bombs and laser weapons, turning all factories into bright pillars of fire, and pillars of dust, glass, and people rising hundreds of feet high. Earth-penetrating missiles penetrated deep into the mines. Hundreds of workers were shocked to death, scalded to death by the scorching air, and then buried in collapsed pits.

At that time, the entire gas refinery was burning, and the fire engulfed the residential area where the workers' families lived, including Ward's wife and their two young children. Ward only had time to save his youngest daughter.

His youngest daughter didn't survive either.

Kemerian fighter jets swooped down and opened fire on unarmed civilians. The laser beam hit Ward's two-year-old daughter and he watched as she was reduced to pieces.

Ward's drinking capacity is very problematic, he can't bear the strength of alcohol and gets drunk easily. Perhaps he had been suppressed for too long and needed to be vented. He cried for a long time until Augustus and Renault carried him back.

After this, Augustus decided not to let Conor drink alcohol unless necessary, and to observe and record his suicidal tendencies that had been revealed. On the battlefield, this would probably kill them all.