StarCraft: Tyranid Empire

Although it seemed a bit redundant, Augustus issued another ceasefire order after the gunfire completely stopped.

Augustus took Renault and several first-class soldiers down the train track. The battered assault cavalry reconnaissance vehicles were full of unidentifiable stumps and flesh. This was the first time for these recruits to see such a bloody scene. Even Augustus, who had been mentally prepared, looked very unhappy.

"This is a beautiful ambush." ​​Raynor felt his stomach churn.

"Go and see what's in that truck?" Augustus endured the psychological and physical discomfort to check the damage of the reconnaissance vehicle. Then he realized that unless they could find water to clean the residue and repair the damage, engines and fuel tanks, otherwise these cars would be of little use.

The driver of the truck driving at the end of the Assault Cavalry convoy was also hit by a stray bullet and shattered into several pieces. Augustus walked to the end of the truck and, together with Renault and several other soldiers, fired at the carriage with guns. After emptying two magazines, he opened the carriage door under the cover of others.

"How many boxes?" Renault slowly put down the electromagnetic rifle in his hand, and looked at one of the metal boxes with Augustus.

There are a total of five such giant metal shipping boxes with the KM flag pattern printed on them. They are about eight and one-third feet long and five feet wide. When lying on the ground, the height can reach Augustus's waist.

In addition to the combination lock, each metal shipping box also has a fingerprint lock and a genetic lock. It is extremely strong and heavy. Augustus and Renault were unable to move any container after spending a long time.

"It's a safe, the highest priority government strategic material." Augustus found a few lines of words on the metal shipping box: "From the Raffin Brothers Mine, sent to a place on Brutus, the moon of Moria." Starport.”

"I guess it's gold, or something else valuable. Those Camorians have always been unable to afford early gains." Renault said.

"The Raffen Brothers Mine, I have seen this place name on the news... these should be Adien crystals, boxes and boxes of Adien crystals." The corners of Augustus' lips could not help but rise.

"That's much more valuable than gold." Renault and the other recruits looked at each other with delighted smiles, but they still didn't know what this meant.

"Together, these are worth about two million federal credit coins." After Augustus finished speaking, he sat down on the metal shipping box filled with crystals.

"Holy shit!" Renault and the recruits let out a burst of exclamation and cheers. Harnak and Josephine hugged each other directly, much happier than when they just knew they had won.

In the world of StarCraft, high-purity crystal minerals are not only a hard currency more precious than gold, but also the cornerstone of the industrial and technological development of the Tyranids. The smelted crystal minerals are used to cast weapons, build tanks, spaceships, and interstellar battleships. High quality ingredients.

These precious and expensive crystal mines are the most important minerals in the entire Koprulu sector and even the galaxy. They are strategic resources that all human governments attach great importance to.

It was for these resources that the war broke out between the Tyranid Federation and the Kaimorian Federation.

"But we can't get the money." Augustus said, looking at the jubilant soldiers, and poured a basin of cold water on them.

"We have no way to sell these crystals, so we can only give them to our superiors. Then, if the officer in charge of the seized materials can have the conscience to write us a report, each of us may be able to get a little bonus. What's in it? If it’s full of cash, that’s when you’ve made a fortune.”

The cheers died out in an instant, and the soldiers' enthusiasm for the shipping boxes was immediately waned.

"Ah~ Those drunkards really should give you a medal, Augustus." Renault joked: "Not only did we kill an assault cavalry squad, but we also gave them a large sum of money."

"That's what they should do," Augustus joked.

"This truck should still be usable. In my opinion, there should be no problem carrying thirty people." Renault withdrew his eyes from the boxes. Like many recruits, he, when Augustus said that number, He had the idea of ​​taking these crystals as his own, but almost at the same time, he hated his own greed from the bottom of his heart.

Renault couldn't help but think that if he could get this money, his family's farm could pay off the debt it signed due to high fuel prices and pay for the operating license certificate that the Terran federal government forced all farmers to buy. After paying all the taxes, the Renault family can still live a stable and prosperous life.

But that's just thinking about it. Old Renault has told Renault countless times about the meaning of "justice". His mother has taught others since they were young that they should rely on their own hard-working hands to get what they should get.

With Augustus as an example, the soldiers did not behave too badly.

"Let's see if those reconnaissance vehicles can still be driven. If not, we will put more people on the vehicle. If there is no information from the command center, we must leave here as soon as possible." After finishing speaking, Augustus walked out of the car. , beckoning other soldiers on the platform to come down.

Although the soldiers above hesitated because of the sight of bloody flesh and limbs flying everywhere, they looked at Augustus and finally walked down. With livid faces, they collected the remains of the assault cavalry and cleaned up the weapons and debris on the ground. and blood-stained vehicles.

The temporary squad leader of each squad rushed over to report the casualties to Augustus. This was obviously an extremely successful victory, because after the battle of this recruit platoon, there was not even a single minor injury or scratch.

At this time Omo rushed down from one side of the platform and ran towards Augustus. Augustus had previously assigned him to tend to the wounded while keeping an eye on the radio transceiver for messages.

Augustus could only pray in his heart that Omo brought good news.

"The Pork Pride command center sent a message five minutes ago. The closest company to us is a scout company, and their number is 3423. The command center said that this company will arrive in fifteen minutes at the earliest." Omo He ran up to Augustus and said breathlessly.

"Thank God." Renault breathed a sigh of relief.

"What happened to the seriously wounded man? Where is Lieutenant Warfield?" Augustus asked.

"Lieutenant Warfield is still the same, unconscious but still breathing." Omo's face sank: "The seriously injured man is about to die. He passed out several times. I'm worried that he won't wake up next time. coming."

"Jim, come and clean up the mess and rearrange the sentries." After Augustus ordered Renault, he followed Omo back to the waiting hall where the wounded were placed. Only Zander who was left behind and a pile of messy things were left there. medical kits and medical kits.

"Squad leader, I can't save him." Zander's eyes were moist. He knelt in front of the seriously injured man lying on the stretcher and couldn't help wiping his eyes.

"You are not a doctor or a savior. You did your best, Zander, and it was the damn Camorians who took him away, not you." Augustus knelt on one knee and the man who had closed his eyes Next to the soldier, the young face is still so calm.

"What else did he say in his last moments? I want to know his wish."

"He said he was going to die, he said he was turning into a snowflake, and the wind from his hometown took him away." Zander cried while talking. He was so kind and emotional that he could not bear the pain of losing his comrades- —even though they had never spoken before today.

Zander Max was born in the slums of Tarsonis City and grew up there. He was semi-illiterate because he had not been to school since he was a child. But even so, Zander did not become more and more indifferent like other people in the slums. On the contrary, he still loved the world.

Augustus's aristocratic classmates often referred to the people in the slums as untouchables, but he never thought of it that way. He believed that one's origin could never determine the virtues a person possesses.