StarCraft: Tyranid Empire

Chapter 57 Edmund Duke

On the landing area temporarily cleared by the parking platform of Fort Howe, an APOD-33 Gladiator transport ship landed on the blood-stained asphalt runway under the guidance of signal lights.The propellers of the engine were switched to a vertical state, setting off a wave of scorching hot air with the smell of ozone. The frost condensed on the stabilizer at the rear of the transport vehicle immediately melted, and the white steam was quickly blown away by the cold wind at the dawn of Turaxis II. .

A paratrooper troop in white power armor filed out from the lowered gangway, their commander, Major Edmund Duke, at the end.Immediately afterwards, a Goliath armed robot painted in pure white was coming out of the belly compartment entrance of a transport plane.

"No.30 Three Assault Division, oh old acquaintance, this is not the first time we have met, Horace Warfield. The last time I saw you in Onuru Sigma, you were still Mengsk's subordinates' Third class'." Major Duke did not give the order to attack, but walked towards Warfield in a leisurely manner.At this time, Augustus was standing behind Warfield, just like his adjutant.

Major Duke was a big man with broad shoulders and a hulking waist. The thick and sturdy power armor wrapped around him made him look even taller and burly.The major's gait was brisk, but as he swung his mighty arms vigorously, he looked more like an angry silverback gorilla than a gallant Confederate officer.

"It's not easy being a firefighting captain. Without Alpha Squadron to change your diapers, you'll be lying in cribs screaming." Duke's helmet visor slowly moved up, revealing a thin, wrinkled face. His eye sockets were deep, and his protruding diamond-shaped cheekbones had a narrow chin with thin lips.

"What's up with that marine behind you? Is that a higoron?" Duke quickly noticed something was wrong with Augustus' armor painting.

"No, they are all genuine federal soldiers, and I don't need to explain the ins and outs to you." Warfield didn't give Duke any good looks, and didn't even lower his mask: "Long time no see, the famous Edmund Du Major Duke, at only 40 years old, is already a rising star in the Duke family of Tarsonis."

"It is said that Duke of Alpha Squadron is victorious, and has more medals and medals than any general in active service. But when you were on the planet Sigma, your troops were losing all battles." Warfield said.

"Three years ago, you and Arcturus were only second lieutenants, but now he is a colonel."

"Nonsense, the promotion system of the Fleet and the Marine Corps can be the same. So far, I don't have the same knowledge as you, and we have nothing to talk about." Major Duke's nose was crooked, and he no longer cared about Augustus. What's wrong with the paintwork on the armor: "My troops are ready for battle, where are your men. We must retake this fort without delay."

"That year, I single-handedly subdued two terrorists in Norlandore. Then, I was surrounded by mobs ten times as large as me, each with a shotgun." Bragging about his early years in the Marine Corps.

"I remember the five you said last time." Warfield frowned.

"That was on a moon of the methane planet A1977."

"You're talking about Nolandor."

"You remember wrong." Duke was expressionless. He had come to bury Warfield, but it didn't seem to go well.

Warfield didn't want to hear Duke brag anymore: "Now we're down to business, my men have recaptured the parking platform of Howe Fortress, but the rest of the area has fallen into the hands of the Higoron Legion. My men captured several I learned that there are still about [-] Hai Gelong legionnaires in this fortress, and there are even fewer people who can continue to fight despite the wounded."

"This is my attack plan." Warfield said and continued: "Fort Howe is divided into five different areas. We should take back the command center first."

"That's enough, I don't have time to listen to your long speeches here." Duke folded his hands on his chest, squinting his eyes: "Who do you think you are? Those nonsense clowns in the staff department?"

"In my opinion, there is only one way to win, and that is to go forward." When Augustus looked at him, the arrogance on the face of the major of the Alpha Squadron was clear: "The federal army is an army from hell. And I've proved time and time again that the Kel-Morians are nothing more than guts, a bunch of hicks digging through the mud for shiny stones."

"Any useless strategic deployment is just a waste of time. We have two airborne companies and four Goliath armed robots. We don't even have to plan a route before crushing a group of ants. Go forward and crush the block Everyone on the road, kill every Kel-Morian."

"Alpha Squadron does not accept surrender and does not require prisoners!"

Duke said impatiently: "Warfield, if you are afraid, you can stay where you are with your marines."

"My people got out of bed at three o'clock in the morning, didn't even have a decent cup of hot coffee, and were about to run to this icy and snowy ghost place to clean up the mess for you. If we're lucky, we'll fix it quickly. I can go back and catch up on sleep."

"Alpha Squadron, assemble!" he ordered immediately.

"Sailors, what is our slogan?"

"First battle, first retreat. We are Blood Eagles!"

With the sound of the servo motor turning, Duke's mask closed.He led the Alpha Squadron to advance eastward along the road that Augustus came from. This force of hundreds of people was so powerful that it disappeared from the eyes of Augustus and Warfield in a short while.

"Is he always so confident?" Augustus, who stood still and watched Alpha Squadron go away, asked Warfield.

"Edmund has always been like this. His thoughtless battle plan made him suffer a lot, but he still does his own thing. Your brother and I have known him since we were still on Sigma." Warfield said, "What do you think he's like?"

"Arrogant, rude, cruel," replied Augustus.

"You are very accurate at seeing people." Warfield turned to look at him.

"What does Arcturus think of him?" asked Augustus.

"Well, a gorilla that's always running amok in his little jungle, always in a state of rage because of his small brain size," Warfield said.

"That's not bad at all." Augustus nodded in agreement.

"The metaphor of the Mengsk family is always amazing." Warfield seems to have seen the shadow of Arcturus in Augustus. They have many similarities, but they are completely different in essence.

"Okay, little Mengsk, we're about to catch up with them."

"We could have waited," said Augustus. "Duke was eager to win and took the risk. Let Alpha Squadron charge.

(End of this chapter)