StarCraft: Tyranid Empire

Chapter 60 Camorian 34th Asylum
July 7 at 27:06 am.

The third platoon of Augustus assembled on time on the barracks playground. After their new platoon leader carefully checked whether everyone’s clothes were clean and tidy, and met the standards of hygiene and military appearance, the 44 members of this platoon dressed in winter uniforms The Marines boarded two separate buses heading to the Fortress Opera House.

"I didn't know there was a children's play at the opera house today." Tychus was sitting across from Augustus: "Mengsk, the only thing I want to do is kick those ridiculous asses of those actors because they are playing Wasting my precious time."

"Speaking of which, I fell asleep last time." Harnack said shyly, "It can't be my fault. I thought it was a sexy sympathy performance."

"I think the epic drama depicting the galactic hero Ender is brilliant!" Rundstein's opinion was unanimous.

"I was told that this was supposed to be a speech," Augustus said.

"It's a good thing I brought a pillow and a blanket." Josephine's words elicited a burst of laughter.

"Okay, I'll take you to the bar in Howe Town tonight." Augustus looked at them and said.

"Yeah!" Harnack exclaimed.

"I'm not sleepy when it comes to that."

When the bus stopped at the not-so-spacious entrance in front of the Fortress Opera House, the third row got off the bus and lined up at the entrance, because Augustus required them to line up neatly at any time.

An assistant sergeant with short brown hair was standing at the door waiting for them. She had curly brown hair, big blue eyes and red lips, and her slim figure was outlined in a tight military uniform.

"Sergeant Mengsk." The sergeant went straight to Augustus holding a stack of file bags: "You can let your soldiers enter the field."

"Is Major Warfield here?" Augustus waved his men into the opera house.

"He said he'd be there in a minute," replied the sergeant.

"Do you know who the speaker is and what it's about?" Augustus looked at her.

"I don't know. Rather than that, Sergeant, would you mind if I save your personal terminal email account?" The assistant sergeant was much shorter than Augustus, so when Augustus looked down at her It is inevitable to look at those charming eyes.

"Of course, I don't mind." Augustus is wearing a military uniform with a tight belt and a stand-up collar today, and the anchor badge he just got is pinned in the center of the wide-brimmed military cap. A lot of points are added to his handsome appearance, which makes it easier for him to attract the attention of the opposite sex.

"Then." The female sergeant suddenly twitched, biting her delicate red lips.

"Mengsk, the speech is about to begin." At this moment, a strong hand rested on Augustus' shoulder.

Augustus looked back, it was Warfield.After smiling apologetically, the two of them walked towards the opera together.

"Am I bothering you?" Warfield whispered.

"No," replied Augustus.

"You've always been so popular," Warfield said.

"It's true," said Augustus.

The opera house at Howe Fortress is not that big, it can only accommodate 300 people at most, the walls are made of sound-proof material with holes, and a stage with a golden curtain is below a semicircular auditorium that rises step by step.There's not always a show here either, most of the time it's idle.

Augustus and Warfield sat in the front row of the auditorium.

"Who's the speaker? A politician who wants to be famous, a UNN editor, or an arms manufacturer's salesman?" Augustus asked Warfield.

"A captain of a transport ship who was once captured by the Kel-Morians. She wants to introduce us to the Kel-Morian prison where she was once held." Warfield never kept secrets.

"Oh, what does it matter to us, is she going to tell us that we would rather die in battle than be captured by the enemy?" asked Augustus.

"Actually, this is related to a rescue mission we are about to launch. Our company's next mission is to attack the Kelmorian prison where the captain was once imprisoned, and rescue other federal prisoners there." Warfield said .

"I thought we could rest for a while." Augustus was not all that enthusiastic about the dangerous mission.

"When this war is over, we can take a break," Warfield said.

"But the war never ends," said Augustus.

At this time, a man in a long trench coat walked onto the stage with the help of a nurse.Augustus could hardly tell from her figure that she was a woman.

She was so thin that even though she was wrapped in a windbreaker, Augustus could see her ribs exposed, so skinny that she looked like a skeleton in a burqa.

"I'm Claire Hobbs, and I was the captain of a Federation transport," she said hoarsely. "After my transport was wrecked by the Camerians, my crew and I were locked up Asylum 34. I need not recount what I and others suffered there, for you can already see how they destroy a man of sound mind and body."

"I'm only 27 years old and I'm lying in bed waiting to die like a terminally ill patient."

There was silence in the auditorium, and the first class behind Augustus listened carefully.

"At least 34 federal soldiers and spaceship pilots were detained in the [-]th shelter, many of whom were combat heroes and ace fighter pilots whose planes were shot down and crashed in enemy-occupied areas. They were tortured there, and we want to All we have to do is rescue them."

"This is a schematic diagram of the shelter taken by orbiting satellites. It is a three-dimensional model built from tens of thousands of photos and completed by computer synthesis."

A holographic projection containing various terrains and rivers appeared in front of Augustus and others. Shelter No. 34 was located between three zigzag hills. The top of the hill was heavily fortified, with machine guns, Automatic turrets and land defense guns.

Six rectangular white military camps are hidden between the hills, and the rest are command centers with satellite communication base stations, water towers, and spherical bunkers deployed among the hills.

"This is the battle plan." Hobas slid his hands across the holographic head, and the three-dimensional imaging building immediately enlarged in her hand: "Our air force will prioritize destroying the bunkers on the three hills, and then you will attack from the front .”

"I can't agree with the plan."

Augustus sat in the front seat, so that if he spoke, Hobas in front of him could hear him clearly.

"If we are attacking from the front, then we need at least eight tanks or a battery of artillery units to provide fire support. If the Air Force cannot confirm that their strike will definitely destroy the target, then even if there is only one heavy machine gun on the hill, it can still fire Shoot and my men are in danger," Augustus said.

"I have to make a new battle plan, otherwise my troops will not participate in this rescue operation."

　Thanks to Agent Rong Rong, Admiral Jaina for the reward, and thanks to Lan Tian for taking me soaring, Admiral Jaina, the monthly pass for Star Revenant!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)