Zerg's Serving Guidelines

Ga's memories

"What's that?" Alek almost lost his voice.He leaned on the trunk of the red brown smoked wood tree, and asked Jia worriedly: "Is it the ability of your tiger armor?"

Jia was out of breath, and he didn't know whether he was angry at Alek's stupid words or tired. "Shut up." He scolded in a low voice, "Is your brain eaten by parasites?"

It seems not.Alek muttered, looking in the direction of the port.

Across the bare buildings, gunshots swept across most of the port.When the wind is jittery, the crowns of river willows and poplars set off waves in the Don River, roll up pieces of red leaves, and chase along the street.Alek couldn't describe what he saw, he was pretty sure he didn't see anything with his naked eyes.

But in his mind, a vague and huge body was still outlined.

"It" has huge wet hands, and half of its face is buried in the lake water of the port.With every frame of the wind jumping, its eyelashes fluttered and rippled.The sun evaporated the water, and the broken corpses in the aircraft seemed to be dried, slowly drying up, and a thin layer of mist gradually floated on the lake.

No.It's not mist.

This is--

Alek grabbed Ga suddenly, and the two of them rolled under the brown smokewood tree, the females were wrapped in mud and broken branches and leaves.The sound of thunderous breathing and chattering gunshots sounded at the same time.

Breathe.

"Did you see it?" Alek's eyes were wide open, his mouth was dry, nothing existed in his eyes.When he turned his head to look at the pool of water in the port, the ripples blown by the breeze were so peaceful.

"Ga. Can you see it?" Alek covered his eyes, wishing he hadn't seen this picture.Those hands were covered with moss, oysters, and barnacles, and he never looked like they should be hands, and the majestic tide surged out from the gaps between his fingers, as violent as a waterfall in a rainy season, or a wave at high tide.

Jiabaibai took two mouthfuls of mud, and said, "Can you see it?"

Alek had nothing to say.

This place is different from the Vimea front, the spring sun is drifting in the sky like sparkling microwaves.There, at high altitude, it looks like a coin the size of a fingernail.The brown-grained tobacco trees spread out their branches and leaves one after another, and the gentle wind blows their leaves, and the whole field seems to be soaked in the ocean of knowledge-thousands of books are turning to enter a new chapter.

"You are not Alessia." Ga said firmly.He broke off a piece of brown-grained tobacco wood, squatted down and took out his only remaining dagger and handed it to Alek and said, "Stay here."

Alek looked at the dagger.

The wind bit his hair, curling his brown-blond locks.Jia saw this face again after many years, and time didn't seem to have taken away anything from this face.He is still young and luxurious, and the weather has never portrayed sadness, pain and reflection.

Ga held hands tightly.

He raised his head to keep the tears from falling, "Take it. The real Alessia is not like this."

"Ga." Alek called his name, "You can see it, right—you've opened your brain, you must be able to see it. That's not something we can deal with." He only had feelings, and opened his eyes. Open your eyes and you can't see each other at all.As for Jia, except for the dagger, there was nothing left but a stick of wood.

Blind death is pointless.

Ga stood up.

He held up the broken brown-grained smoked wood, and milky yellow juice flowed down the section, "I am a military female."

Brown-grained tobacco wood can be snapped up by parasites because its tobacco leaves can provide mental stimulation.Whenever the harvest season comes, they bury their seeds in the leaf veins, chewed, absorbed, and excreted by living things, and finally reach all corners of the planet.

On the contrary, it is the branches of brown smoke wood-this kind of plant uses branches and leaves to attract spiritual creatures, and gradually develops branches that are highly stimulating to spiritual power in the process of natural reproduction.Being whipped by brown-grained tobacco wood will not leave any marks, but one can feel the illusion of being whipped mentally.

This kind of plant is destined not to be grown in large quantities by the parasites, and they are getting worse and worse as they grow it.

"Behind this field is a residential area." Jia said: "The civilians of K778 have not left yet."

The port is occupied by parasites, and it will take at least 778 hours for all the civilians on planet K3 to transfer to the space port on the other side of the planet.

If there is no coordination by authoritative organizations such as the military, political circles, and the Council of Elders, this time may have to be multiplied by 10.

"Contact all the forces you can contact." Ga quickly ran forward.He rushed out of the brown-grained smoke log, waving the branches in the air, just like Don Quixote in the storybook.

The wind clamped his trousers, roared and ravaged the small branches, breaking them one by one and scattered them on the empty road without hesitation.

A figure was thrown high up.

Amid Alek's bitter cries, he fell to the ground.

Jia joined the army No. 40 for seven years, the last time he fought against Junxiong.

"You still have room to withdraw now." Wen Jiuyi looked up at the huge deep-space mechs. These ruthless mechs were not the focus of the war.As a member of the biochemical department, Wen Jiuyi is always concerned about the status of those gas bombs and biochemical bombs.

"I will erase all your memories about the Platycodon Blossom Star Thief Group."

Gal has no worries.

It is in the nature of a military female to follow orders.

"Yes."

"You will sacrifice at any time."

"Yes."

"I want you to kill the child of the tiger armor with your own hands."

Jia's lips moved, and before this plain command, the syllable "yes" became so difficult.The cause of his life is not for the entire Zerg race, nor for the army, nor for the Zerg Emperor he has never seen.

Wen Jiuyi turned around, and the military boots made a stiff rubbing sound on the ground.

"If you can't do it, you only need to implement the first one." Wen Jiuyi said: "After the memory is erased, I will send someone to send you to the vicinity of Fort Private. An experienced frontline officer is needed there."

Ga shook his head.

He said, "I'll kill the parasites. Parasitized tiger beetles... the same."

Wen Jiu saluted him, "I understand."

"I will keep the mission." Jia promised: "Please allow me to keep the memory."

"Sorry." Wen Jiu said, "This is not executed to question your loyalty."

They took a remote route and stayed on a planet after a detour.

The planet appears black from space.Scorched earth like spots covered the land in large swaths.Wen Jiu threw a key to Jia and said to him, "Go and have a look."

The planet that was once inhabited by tiger beetles.

The city was scorched by the fire, and the refugees who had no time to retreat set up a wooden shed, using brown smoked wood as the backbone, and intertwined clothes one by one as the roof.Ga could no longer recognize which street it was, because all the streets and alleys were in this dilapidated state.

Until he came to a huge billboard and saw a familiar advertisement posted on it, "A battle uniform tailored for tiger armor." He finally remembered that this was where his friend Harris and himself showed off.On the corner on the left is a bookstore that the hero likes very much.Two steps ahead is the restaurant run by Aniku's family. He has never eaten such a delicious McLean in his life.

Continuing to walk forward, there is a vaguely lying human figure on a door panel.The scorched human figure stretched its limbs and lay on it. Until now, a curl of long brown hair stuck to it was sticking to it, and it didn't follow the owner to blow up with the wind.Gayue ran faster and faster.

He also piloted a deep space mech at first.

Later, he abandoned this heavy external object, put on the fastest exoskeleton, and shuttled through this familiar and cruel homeland.

He has a house, almost there, almost there.After crossing two streets, he was in the fourth building in the third row of the brown-grained smokewood field residential area. The house number was made by his first child himself, and his hero's surname was written in crayons.

"Stadpa."

The windows were wide open and not a single pane of glass was good.The roof caved in several places, the door locks were rusted, the yard was charred and black, and the smell of burnt brown smoked wood mixed with the rotten smell.The wall of the house sloped out to the street, and a pillar buried in the ground slanted against it, as if fate had called him: "Ga-ga-look here."

his home.

The house he built brick by brick.

Here, he held a mass wedding with his entire squad, all married to the same male.Here, he laid two eggs, both of which are females who have grown enough to call him "female father" and "female father" affectionately.

With a dry face, Jia ran into the scorched earth of the brown smoked wood field.His hands grasped the soil, and the bones had been tightly integrated with the earth for many years.He rummaged around—

No one can blame him.

In 20 years, no Zerg starship has been able to drive to such a deep place.The Vimea front is like a sharp knife, and whoever is the enemy of the parasite will be pointed at that knife.

Gal didn't come back.

Besides him, none of the Tiger Beetles came back.

He tossed the scorched earth to the ground in pain, and the brown-grained smoked wood, which was burnt into a skeleton, slumped deeply on countless corpses.

"Ga." Wen Jiuyi's cold words rang through the communicator, "It's time."

After all, they came in secretly.

Wen Jiuyi could only help so far.

"Can I take a cup of dirt with me?"

"No." Wen Jiuyi said, "Don't take anything here, it's already been polluted by parasites." For the military females and military males who have successfully opened their brains, it may not have much impact.They can guarantee that they will not be parasitized by parasites.

But for too many ordinary people, this is a time bomb that will explode at any time.

Jia let go of the soil in a daze.

It wasn't until the moment he lay on the operating table that hot tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes.

"Minister Wen. Don't delete this memory." He begged, "Don't delete it. Don't delete it."

More than 20 years ago, he was not by his dearest person's side. For more than 20 years, he has thought day and night of his relatives lying on the scorched earth and crying in pain.Now, after more than 20 years, he finally saw them again, and he couldn't get back even a handful of soil in just a moment!

Wen Jiuyi turned on the light, and put on gloves with the craniotomy surgeon.

He said, "Sorry."

The author says:

晚了。呜呜呜没有全勤了。感谢在2022-03-1623:24:42-2022-03-1800:05:59期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!