StarCraft: Becoming the Zerg Overlord

"Well, I'm not on duty, sir," Emily said hesitantly, and Mike quickly handed over the pack of cigarettes.

"Indeed," Emily changed her tone, "I don't see what's wrong with you doing this, um, the colonel really doesn't object?"

Mike smiled, the kind of smile that shows a trick has succeeded, he took over Emily's words and said, "If he doesn't agree, we will return at the first checkpoint. For that kind of work, we will go to the cafe together, and I will introduce you to some brothers who play poker with me."

Lieutenant Emily got an old off-road jeep, open top, and wide body.

Rourke's ID allowed them to pass the checkpoint smoothly.

A bored military policeman slammed his ID into the card reader, and a line of green words appeared: "Local reporter".

The guards at these checkpoints didn't seem to care who was going to the interior, especially under military escort.

They seemed more worried about someone coming out of the interior.

After the bombing of the once jungle-covered remote planet Chio Sara, its sister planet Mar Sara became the only habitable planet in the Sara system.

The sky of Mar Sara is orange-gray.

The ground in most areas looks like it has been burned, the soil is dry and hard, and there are low bushes growing in between.

The local residents use the clumsy method of artificial irrigation to open up some planting areas near the settlements.

When the jeep was driving outside the city, Mike saw that the land in these planting areas was all barren due to lack of water.

The crane irrigation machine used for watering stood alone on the ground like a ragged scarecrow.

The crops here must be maintained continuously.

Mike recorded his thoughts at this time in his interview recorder. For the crops on this planet, population migration and attacks from space are equally fatal.

At around 3 pm, they found the first refugee gathering point (it should be called the evacuee gathering point).

This is a tent city-state built with textiles in the wilderness.

A giant Goliath robot stood there, watching the refugee camp with a fierce look.

The guard was as bored as the one at the checkpoint. He punched Rock's ID into the card reader before Mike could finish his words.

It showed that he was a local reporter, and he immediately waved his hand impatiently, asking Mike and the others to enter the camp.

Emily parked the jeep at the feet of the Goliath robot.

"Let me talk to the refugees, uh, and the evacuees alone." Mike said.

"Sir, I have to be responsible for your safety." Emily replied.

"Then keep your distance. If a federal soldier gets too close, no one will be willing to open up and tell me the truth."

Emily's face sank.

Mike quickly added: "Of course, any report I send out must be checked by your people in advance. You know this."

This sentence seemed to dispel Emily's concerns. When Mike went to do his folk collection, she finally stayed near the jeep and did not follow.

This refugee camp was built just a few days ago, and it is estimated that it can provide living supplies for about 100 families. Perhaps it was built according to this standard.

But now it has taken in more than 500 families, which is far overcrowded.

Those extra refugees are being packed into square buses like containerized goods, obviously preparing to transport them to more remote places for resettlement