How the Zergs were Made

Chapter 113 Deathbed

Just as Governor Augustus was talking with Marvin, the entourage who came with Augustus issued a reminder.

Your Excellency, your free time is over, please move back home.

Tsk, An Nuo, why are you recording the time so accurately on this kind of thing?

Even though he said so, Augustus didn't really show dissatisfaction with his entourage, which can only be regarded as a complaint at best.

The follower responded with a look of getting used to it.

Actually, it has already exceeded a lot of time. Sorry, sir, I reminded you late.

Augustus looked back at Marvin with an embarrassing face, and his tone was rather helpless.

That, Marvin...

What do you want me to do? I won't help you revise the colonial approval document. Don't you see a lot of things at hand here?

As he spoke, Marvin pointed to the dissected body of the gatherer on the Yuantai.

In this situation, in the eyes of outsiders, it will feel that Augustus is being passionate.

However, this awkward atmosphere was naturally ignored by Augustus.

Then I take my leave.

I'm busy, so I won't send it.

Ma Wen, who was immersed in work again, didn't even bother to raise his head when the two said goodbye.

Augustus, who had just stepped out of the threshold, suddenly remembered something, and turned his head back to ask.

Oh, by the way, there will be a tea party for noble ladies in a few days, and there will be absolutely no men present. You will always go there, right?

……decide as things go.

Augustus pouted at his entourage.

Annuo, give her the invitation letter.

The attendant nodded, took out a white invitation letter from the same luxurious skirt, handed it to the assistant who was about to send the governor off, and then left.

Just when the assistant was about to take a closer look at what the invitation letter looked like, Marvin suddenly spoke.

Take this and burn it.

Well……

This sudden situation caught the assistant by surprise, so that he didn't react for a while.

What's wrong?

Seeing the assistant's stunned reaction, Marvin looked away from the instrument, and the indifference shown just now seemed to have never existed at all, and the normal conversation resumed.

Didn't you promise the governor to attend the tea party of the noble ladies?

Who told you that I'm going? Don't we have a lot of experiments to do these days? Don't worry too much about some things, you know? This is for your own good.

Understood, I understand, Sir, I am very sorry, I am talking too much.

The slightly chill tone of his boss really scared the assistant enough, and he began to admit his mistake in a hurry.

Leaving Marvin's residence, Augustus, who was riding a means of transportation, suddenly spoke, and his tone changed from the enthusiasm just now to cold and rational.

Annuo, tell me, what's the matter?

The commander of the Third Fleet wants you to move to the headquarters.

There was a flash of surprise in Augustus' eyes, but it passed away quickly, and he continued to ask.

Did he explain what he wanted from me?

It seems to be about a strategy for the sea.

knew.

Augustus nodded, no longer speaking, but turned to look at the scenery outside the hanging window.

Soon, Augustus and the others arrived at the colonial headquarters.

Strides sat in one of the few seats, and on the stage opposite them stood the commander of the Third Fleet.

Now that everyone is here, let's start today's ocean strategy meeting.

After the commander finished his opening remarks, he waved his hand, and a picture of the collector and the relevant autopsy report appeared on the monitor behind him.

Sir Marvin submitted an anatomy report to me not long ago. These monsters do not have reproductive organs, so she speculates that the monster's reproductive method should be to rely on another creature to achieve quantitative growth.

It's them. Sir Marvin called them 'Roshan', which suits their appearance quite well, doesn't it?

Pictures of the hives were released, and these photos were taken of the hives on land from various angles.

After letting all the principals of the colony browse the hive, the display screen showed new photos.

Unlike the photo of the hive, this one is very blurry, with only barely visible triangular shadows.

In the past, because of this other kind of missile-like monster that can attack air targets, the colony was unable to advance in the ocean field, but now that our third fleet is here, they can't go to space.

The commander exuded absolute confidence in both words and actions.

In fact, he was already fantasizing in his heart that he would be promoted after returning to his home planet, because in his opinion, this was undisputed crushing, not war.

I call the next battle 'Eunuch Tactics'.

First of all, we use the orbital bombing of the Third Fleet to eradicate the 'Roshan' that breeds monsters and creates floods.

We all know that if the reproductive ability of a race is cut off, that race is not far from extinction.

Governor Augustus and several other colleagues looked at each other, and then asked a question.

Do we really need to take this risk? The ocean is huge, and there must be a lot of monsters lurking in it. Once an attack is launched, it is very likely to alarm them. It will be the biggest 'flood' in history.

Yes, the risk is too great.

Although we have 'Boom', due to frequent use, the colony's inventory is running low.

The commander had expected that they would answer him in this way, so he showed his trump card to persuade them.

The display changed to a photo of the turret's horror.

Then let me tell you another piece of news I got two days ago. These monsters will learn. They are not just simple beasts. Can any of you guarantee that the monsters will not be able to learn how to resist the 'popping sound'?

Your concerns are also easy to resolve. As long as you temporarily abandon the colony, move to planetary orbit, and build an orbital residence, won't there be no casualties in the colony? Under the indiscriminate bombing of the fleet, what can survive?

Governor, a little bit of pain can be exchanged for a large piece of land and eternal peace. I don't need to explain which side is more beneficial.

These words are already very straightforward. The bigger the colony, the greater the power of the governor, and the right to speak of the colony principals present will naturally increase.

And the commander of the Third Fleet can also get the merits he wants, and return to his home planet to increase his rank.

Okay, then according to your plan...

After careful consideration, Augustus decided to take this risk. He couldn't refuse such a huge benefit.

However, at this moment, a sergeant strode in.

What's up?

The commander showed a little bit of dissatisfaction, but he didn't get angry. He knew that the people under him knew what the rules were, and they wouldn't break in unless something important happened.

Commander, the Star Port side requires your fleet to attack and intercept a meteor shower.

Meteor shower?

The commander was a little dazed, and then asked again.

Can't they change course?

The tonnage of the star port is too heavy, and it is too late. You know, the supply of materials this time has far exceeded the total amount of all previous years.

Understood, reply them, I allow the Third Fleet to attack.

Let the fleet solve the meteorite rain as soon as possible, and there are still combat missions that need them to perform.

Yes, sir!

The sergeant gave a military salute and then left quickly.