StarCraft: Tyranid Empire

Chapter 41 Barricades
On both sides of the A-220 commercial street are two rows of ten to twenty-story high-rise buildings. From the dilapidated billboards, it can be seen that the main business scope of the stores on the first floor of these high-rise buildings includes restaurants, high-end bars, clothing, etc., while others are It's a bank and a hotel.

The street, about sixty feet wide, is paved with marble-cut floor tiles and is littered with disabled cleaning robots and overturned garbage trucks.

This north-south commercial street has a safe passage to other commercial streets every few hundred yards, and all the streets in this commercial district are actually connected.The entire commercial area is composed of rows and rows of high-rise buildings with a regular layout, and there is a commercial street between every two rows of buildings.

Relatively speaking, the distance between each commercial street and the adjacent one is only one building, and it is only a matter of walking from the front door of a bar to the back door.

The two squads in front went straight across the first safe passage to the east, but since there might be Kelmorian soldiers lurking in the shops and passages on both sides, Augustus glanced at them as he passed by.

Then he stopped immediately, raised the Gauss rifle in his hand and pointed it at the dark passage due to lack of lights and sunlight, and turned on the power armor and the searchlight mounted on the rifle.

"Stop!"

Although Benjamin Reynolds and others behind were puzzled, they immediately followed suit.However, when everyone else stopped firmly and stood firm, only Omo who was behind Benjamin failed to stop, and bumped his head into Benjamin's back, making a bang sound.

"You idiot!" Benjamin turned around and glared.

"This kid just reacts a little slowly, he has been like this since he was a child." Lei Nuo stepped up and helped Omo stand firm.

Then Renault and others followed Augustus into the safe passage. Due to the night vision function of the HUD display screen on the mask and the light of the searchlight, the vision of the marines was not restricted by the dimness.

Although this was unusual, as they saw, there were six marines standing firmly in the middle of the safe passage.When they saw Augustus and others coming, they didn't speak, but turned and looked at him, as if they had lost their souls.

"The skirt of the Virgin Mary." Benjamin exclaimed, "There is a group of deserters here."

"Or, let's hide here too." Josephine said surprisingly.

"Who is your commander?" Augustus observed these marines, and found that they did not have the wolf head badge of No. 30 Third Ground Assault Division on their shoulders and breastplates, which was exactly what he had observed before A difference in appearance between social soldiers and ordinary soldiers.

Combined with the current situation, Augustus seemed to understand something.This is likely to be a group of unmanned resocialized soldiers who stay in place like robots on standby when they are not instructed.

"I am Sergeant Augustus Mengsk. You can confirm this identity in the ID search bar of the built-in computer of the mecha."

As he spoke, Augustus lowered his mask so that the marines could see his face clearly.

One of the marines, after staring at Augustus's face for a few seconds and making a beautiful and perfectly compliant military salute, said through the external helmet speaker: "Reporting sir, our The sir is Ensign Genard."

"Where's Lieutenant Genard?" Augustus asked.

"He died." The marine hesitated, as if such a thing violated his basic cognition.

"Then, in the case that the officer has already been lost, should the soldiers in the society obey the command of the current and only officer?" Augustus calmly induced the marine to do what he wanted. answer.

"This..." The marine hesitated, he thought for at least ten seconds, and Harnack, who was impatient behind Augustus, muttered impatiently.

"Yes sir, the second squad of the fourth platoon of the first company of the 310th second battalion requests your command!"

"Very well, your name, rank, position." Augustus smiled.

"Report sir, answer questions. Ryder, private first class." The marine stopped.

"Private Ryred, I order you to follow me with the second squad and stand ready for my next order."

"Yes, sir!" The marines made a military salute together.

"Let's go." Augustus waved his hand, leading the astonished Lei Nuo and others out of the safe passage.

Augustus's squad continued down Commercial Street, and they quickly overtook the two preceding squads.This was not because Augustus was eager to catch up with those in front, but simply because the troops ahead encountered a barricade blocking the entire street and could not move on.

In the same style as Kelmerian's haphazard splicing, this barricade is made of two double-decker buses, concrete blocks and other waste materials. These discarded materials and steel plates block the narrow street. .

The lights of the two buses were still on, and the engines were humming. It looked like the barricade had only just been erected in the few hours that the Federal troops had entered the city of Polk's Pride.

About ten Camerian soldiers hid behind the barricades and fired at the federal army. Most of them were ordinary labor auxiliary troops. The electromagnetic guns in their hands were not as powerful as the E-series and C-series electromagnetic rifles of the Federation. The Ryan soldier holds a grenade launcher and an RPG.

Augustus saw a marine who was charging was hit by a grenade and his entire calf was blown off, and he fell to the ground and rolled in pain.The two squads in front were suppressed by the fierce firepower and could not move, leaving only a few corpses and a wounded man crying for help to retreat.

Then, at a distance of about six hundred yards from the barricade, Augustus came face to face with the two retreating squads.

"You came just in time." One of the squad leaders breathed a sigh of relief after seeing Augustus. He pointed to the barricade ahead and said, "I'm Corporal Hope. Maybe we can take it there together."

"I don't think it is necessary to make a greater sacrifice." Augustus looked forward, and the rangefinder built into the armor was calculating the distance between him and the barricade: "This kind of defensive position is meaningless at all, because the whole street is full of connected."

"And since this road is impassable, we can take another street, such as A-219 on the left and A-221 commercial street on the right."

Hope was at a loss for words.

"What you said makes sense." Hope pondered for two seconds: "But what about those Kel-Morians?"

Although he did not know Augustus, the corporal felt inexplicably that the other party must have the answer to this question.

"That's my plan," said Augustus. "You and your men will feint in the front, while my squad will go around and attack them from behind."

"How to feint? We have already killed many people." The corporal asked.

"You just have to show your face a few hundred yards away and keep firing to get their attention," Augustus said. "Do you have any questions?"

Hope shrugged: "You have the final say, sir."

Since there is no rank mark on the armor of the Federal Marine Corps, and there are several resocialized soldiers mixed in with Augustus, it can be seen at a glance that there are many more than a full-staffed squad. The imposing and confident tone really shocked him, so he took it for granted that Augustus was a lieutenant.

"I'm not an officer. I'm a corporal like you," said Augustus.

Renault, Harnack and the others sneered in the communication channel.

After Augustus finished speaking, he led the people in the class and the resocialized soldiers into a nearby department store, and entered the A-221 commercial street from the other side of the building through the front hall.

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(End of this chapter)