StarCraft: Tyranid Empire

Chapter 20 Pork's Pride
The tail of the APOD four-engine near-Earth transport aircraft dragged black smoke. Although the pilot tried his best to control the balance of the spacecraft, the transport aircraft was still slanting thousands of feet like a piece of rag falling from the sky. The earth outside is being pulled towards death by gravity.

"We're about to land, hold on tight," Warfield said over the loudspeaker.

At the last moment, the transport plane finally regained its balance.After gliding smoothly for dozens of seconds, the passengers experienced the first impact, and the belly of the spaceship touched the ground first. Augustus felt as if he had hit a hard granite head-on, and his internal organs were all crowded. Press into a ball.

For a moment, the fear of death took possession of Augustus.

The transport plane glides on the ground, and every time it encounters a small hard bump, it will jump high and fall heavily.Augustus couldn't speak at all, he couldn't even yell, he just felt like his bones were about to fall apart.

It took a few minutes or more for the dropship to come to a stop, luckily they didn't crash into a ridge or something big enough to keep everyone entertained.

The alarm blared endlessly, and the warning lights flashed dangerous red.Amidst the dizziness, Augustus saw a pair of hands reaching out to him.

"We have to leave quickly." That was Renault's voice: "This ship is a living target on the ground, damn it, where are our military planes? Are they all pigs?"

Augustus quickly regained consciousness. He unbuckled his seat belt and stood up while supporting Renault's shoulders.The situation was a bit dire, there was blood flowing and bright red on the floor of the cabin, Augustus looked around, some people had already struggled to stand up, but more people were still slumped in their seats.

"Shake 'em awake," Augustus said loudly.

"Kemerian is right above our heads, as long as the homing missile heats up, we all have to go to God." He saw that Hanak and Zander had stood up: "Hank, take a few people to open the cargo compartment and put the weapons Take it all out. Max, you and the others wake up everyone here."

"Open the hatch and take out all the people who are still alive. Quick, act for me if you don't want to die!"

"Omo, go to the communication cabin to find the radio transceiver terminal."

Since they were all recruits, the officers of the training camp also stayed in the main base of Turasis.Everyone panicked and didn't know how to respond, after all, the instructors in the boot camp had never taught them how to deal with this situation.

At this time, no one except Augustus stood up to command these recruits. Even if people in other classes were not very familiar with him, they had no time to question him at the critical moment of life and death.

"Jim, Benjamin, follow me to Warfield." After speaking, Augustus squeezed through the crowd and walked to the cab. Warfield has not spoken again, which makes Augustus suspect that he may have encountered an accident.

Both of them followed Augustus without saying a word. The hatch of the driver's cab, which had been firmly locked, was bent and damaged by the impact.Benjamin hit the hatch with his shoulder again and again at the signal of Augustus, and the hatch was severely damaged.After Augustus' heart beat nervously a few times, the hatch was knocked open.

As soon as he stepped into the cab, Augustus stepped on a pool of blood, which made his heart sink to the bottom immediately.The glass window of the driver's cab was full of cracks like spider webs. The driver was Warfield's adjutant. His chest was pierced by several pieces of broken glass, and he had already lost his breath.

The adjutant was also a young man not much older than Augustus. He had brown curly hair and bright dark brown eyes that were obviously well-groomed and still looked messy. The rank on his shoulder straps showed that he was a staff sergeant.Before he stopped breathing, the staff officer kept his lips tightly shut, his eyes fixed on the distance.

"He can't be saved." Renault's face was ugly, and it was the first time they had seen such a bloody scene.

"The lieutenant is still alive!" Benjamin saw that Warfield was still breathing. There was a gash on his forehead, and the blood flowed down in one stream, but he hadn't woken up for a while.

"Carry him out." Augustus took off the electromagnetic pistol worn by the staff sergeant while talking to Benjamin.Augustus didn't have time to close the eyes of the dead to express his condolences, and he would never take the time to collect his body. The Kel-Morian warplane must be hovering over their heads at this moment.

"Go!" Renault helped Benjamin lift Warfield onto his shoulders.

When they returned to the crew compartment where the recruits were, there were only two people left in it, Harnack and Rundstein. Each of them carried two C-14 electromagnetics on their backs and an SR-8 shotgun in their hands.

As soon as Augustus came out, Harnack handed him an electromagnetic rifle and said, "Two unlucky guys from the third squad broke their legs, and one guy got a big hole in his belly. God knows what happened .”

"What's the specific situation?" Augustus took the gun and ran to the open hatch, asking as he ran.But this obviously involves Harnack's knowledge blind spot, and he can't speak.

"Penetrating wounds, he was hit by fragments from the engine explosion. We carried him out on a simple stretcher." Rundstein replied instead of Hanak. He spoke clearly and without panic: "How many cargo compartments are there?" An M-1 medical kit, I tried to stop the bleeding with nanocoagulants, but the effect was not very good, the wound was too big. If you can't send him to a field hospital or an air medical spacecraft, you can only wait for death."

Augustus stepped out of the transport plane, and was surprised to find that their landing site was a piece of urban ruins, and there was an eight-lane sky train circular track under their feet.

This circular track is located in the air more than a thousand feet above the ground, shuttling between hundreds of towering skyscrapers and sky towers, and looking up, you can see the clouds that seem to be within reach, and below are ant-like houses and countless high-speed roads. Highways, ramps and bridges.

It was daytime and the weather was clear, and Augustus could clearly see a towering white sky tower not far from them.The sky tower is magnificent, and a huge, still slowly rotating gear surrounds its hexagonal prism.

There is a huge metal billboard hanging on this sky tower, which reads: Welcome to the Pride of Polk, salute to the courage, to the pilot, and to the Federation of Tyrannosaurus!

Because of the war, almost all the glass on it was shattered, and the white wall was also covered with black traces of flames and scratches from laser beams plowing through the wall.

There were no lights on any of the floors, and from his vantage point he could just see black holes that should have been window openings, some of which were cluttered with cables, desks, and other large pieces of broken electronic equipment. .

The recruits who had already escaped from the transport plane gathered dozens of yards away from the spaceship, some prostrated themselves and stared nervously at the sky, while others looked at Augustus.

"Scatter! Groups of five scatter!" Augustus walked towards them.

But at this time most people did not immediately follow his orders.

"Who are you? Where's Lieutenant Warfield?" A recruit looked at Augustus.

"He is still in a coma. According to the rules of the battlefield, the commander with the highest military rank will take over here." Augustus went straight to the wounded man on the stretcher: "I am Augustus, a recruit sergeant, and you are not even a second-class soldier. Not really. If you're not willing to obey my orders, come up with something better."

"Aren't you afraid of death? Move! The high-explosive ground-to-ground missiles of the Camerian Cerberus can kill all of us in an instant!" At this moment, Renault shouted loudly.

The recruit who questioned was speechless, and the rest of the people did as Augustus said.

Augustus walked over to the stretcher where the wounded recruit was lying, and Zander, Omo, and Ward half-kneeled beside it.The wounded was calm, with painkillers and tranquilizers taking effect, with a blood-soaked bandage wrapped around his waist, his pale blue eyes staring sadly at the sky.

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