Protoss in Warhammer

Chapter 82 76. Bloody Streets

When the sun once again shined on the land of the agricultural world, Colson, a nobleman, walked into his farmhouse as usual, but was surprised to find that the workers and agricultural workers who were supposed to be working had disappeared, even when they When you look carefully, you will suddenly realize that even the slaves you usually work with have been reduced a lot.

"What's going on? Where did those mud-legged people go?"

Not only that, if he lived in a city, he would find that all the shops were closed and all the people on the street seemed to disappear out of thin air. Only the brainless servitors were still working.

"Where have all those damn slackers gone?"

Coulson clenched the pistol hanging on his waist with some fear and scolded secretly.But now this terrible tranquility really frightened him. Now he just wanted to find a store to buy some salt and vegetables and go back.

But after he visited the entire southeastern corner of the town, he still didn't find any store open.At this time, Coulson even thought that it was not his problem.
"Is today Sanguinius' Day? Did I get drunk yesterday and forget it?"

Thinking of this, Colson decided to go home and check the calendar to see if he had made a mistake.But when he turned a corner, he suddenly bumped into a man. The man looked panicked, but he was dressed like a noble, and the wig on his head had been tilted to one side.Colson took a closer look and saw that it was the owner of the mill next door.

"Watt, how did you become like this?"

Colson looked at the Lord in front of him in surprise, but Watt hurriedly pushed him aside.

"Get out of the way, run quickly! The mud legs are rebelling!!"

"what?"

Before Coulson could react after hearing this, he felt many footsteps coming from behind him.When he looked back, he was so frightened that it seemed like there were roots growing on his feet.

Those workers, farmers and workers who had disappeared appeared in the streets, holding flags and slogans in their hands and roaring loudly:

“Reduce working hours!!!”

"We want food!!!"

The crowd was like a well-trained army, shouting slogans in unison, and a wave of people walked past the frightened Colson.The clothes he wears are so conspicuous among such a group of monotonous work clothes and farm clothes, but his direction is completely opposite to the crowd, as if to tell people that an era is about to pass.

The crowd chanted slogans and finally left the street. According to Coulson, the huge crowd was at least tens of 10 people.Five or six minutes after the crowd walked by, he still didn't react.He took a few heavy breaths, and took several deep breaths before screaming and rushing frantically to the local governor's mansion.

In the Governor's Mansion, the Planet Governor looked at the overwhelming crowds of people gathered outside in the streets and squares with annoyance and fear, and roared loudly.

"Where's the Planetary Defense Force? Where's the police department? Where did they all die?! Why didn't anyone get rid of these damn guys?!"

The official next to him was extremely ashamed after hearing this.
"There is no way. We asked Lieutenant Colonel Nostan of the Planetary Defense Force, but he said that there is no need to suppress a relatively complete and peaceful parade that did not violate the laws of the empire."

"But they seriously interfered with market order and traffic issues!!! Doesn't this violate imperial law?!"

"As far as the illegal parade is concerned in the imperial law, as long as it does not exceed three days, there is no problem."

When the governor heard this, he gritted his teeth and said:
"Okay, I'll wait for them here for three days. I'll see if these bastards can go three days without eating!!"

But just as the governor's harsh words were uttered, the housekeeper downstairs hurried over.

"Master, the Marquis of Cherno and the Duke of Norscan would like to speak to you."

Hearing these two names, the Governor immediately felt the veins on his head begin to beat, because these two were sent by the Terran government to supervise the local material collection and supervise their behavior.As soon as the two high-ranking nobles saw the governor, they immediately stopped giving arrogant orders. Their request was very simple. They were to drive those people away immediately to start work. The expeditionary force needed them to provide material support.After hearing this, the governor frowned and told them about the problems they were facing now, because he had no way to deport those who had not broken the law, and they would have to wait until at least three days before reproducing.

However, the two noble visitors from Terra did not pay attention to his words, they just said coldly

"I'm sorry, Mr. Governor, we only give you half a day. If there are no supplies that can be transported to the space orbital station by tomorrow, then we will call the Astra Militarum Legion to deal with those guys. Of course, it may be possible by then It’s not just the untouchables we’re dealing with.”

After saying that, they left the dumbfounded president and left.After the governor recovered, he angrily smashed the vase on the table to the ground and roared:

"A bunch of bastards! Corrupt officials! Vampires! Where do the expeditionary forces need so much supplies! How do I not know what the Astra Militarum and the Astartes monks are?! Where do they need so much goods and supplies?!"

As a former military officer, the Governor knew exactly what soldiers ate.Most of these requisitioned materials ended up going into the pockets of those damn corrupt officials. This is why the empire is so keen on launching one expedition after another!

After all, the Council of High Lords would love to have the "best of both worlds" by weakening the Astartes' skills and making money at the same time!
Although the Governor thinks that he may still have a trace of conscience, the lives of those mud-legged people may not be that important in front of his own life and interests.

"Tell the watchdogs that I need to hire them to do something for me."

At noon on parade day, the parade and demonstrations continued despite the scorching sun.The striking businessmen brought some food to the workers, as well as some fans and parasols to the people sitting in the square.

Martin sat at the front of the demonstrators, staring closely at the white marble palace.He knew that this would be a relatively long process, and he was sure that the other party would never agree to their request, and would even carry out armed violence to suppress it.

But he understood that if he did not dispel the last trace of fantasy in their team, then there would be no way to carry out the next activities.

At this moment, there was a sudden gunshot in the distance.Almost all the demonstrators looked in that direction, and the air was suddenly filled with unspeakable silence and solemnity.

At the end of the street, the parade team retreated like a tide, and behind them, a group of gang members were chasing, the leader of which was sitting on an armored vehicle converted from a civilian garbage truck, pointing the felling gun at the bottom. The crowd kept shooting.

A person who looked like a student yelled at the Governor's Mansion.

"We are demonstrating peacefully! Why do you do this!"

But there was no sound from the Governor's Mansion. Instead, a group of guards suddenly rushed out, raising their rubber sticks and light guns.

"Some people attacked vigilantes during the parade and violated the laws of the empire. Arrest them all!!"

After saying that, a large number of hounds and armed men rushed out of the Governor's Mansion and frantically attacked the people who were sitting quietly in the square.

When Martin saw this scene, he was escorted by members nearby and quickly left the chaotic square. He took out his walkie-talkie and said

"Lieutenant Colonel Nostan, they are starting to attack citizens!!"

"clear."

The already prepared Planetary Defense Forces were assembled in the military camp. The engine of the Nemanrus tank had begun to warm up, and the Sentinel mecha door had been activated.The soldiers who announced the uprising wore red strips of cloth on their right arms. These angry soldiers who had not received military pay for several months were ready to give those guys who were high up and didn't care about the life and death of the people below a cruel blow.

The lieutenant colonel put the beret on his head, took out his revolver, and roared

"The uprising has begun!!"

(End of this chapter)