StarCraft: Tyranid Empire

Chapter 10 Week One

The first week of boot camp is physical and queue training, interspersed with a small amount of individual weapons training, including the use of battlefield compass, multispectral night vision, portable personal information processor, field medical kit and three-dimensional map imaging device .

From getting up at 09:30 in the morning to returning to the dormitory at [-]:[-] in the evening, the timetable for the training camp was so full that Augustus couldn't find any time to rest.

After each day's practice, even these energetic youngsters were so tired that it was difficult for them to get up the energy to play cards or brag all night after the first day.

That being said, Augustus took a loophole on the last night of his first training week.Although recruits never had more than three hours of free time at boot camp, Augustus still found the opportunity to take his squad to dinner at the barracks bar.

As far as Augustus knows, among the several platoons of Company D, he is the only one who has been insisting on doing this - insisting on establishing a solid and reliable friendship with each of his subordinates, keeping in mind everyone's character and specialty, even the inconspicuous personal habits.

The Marine Corps infantry regulations prohibit soldiers from drinking alcohol during all service time except vacations, so army bars on bases are prohibited from selling alcoholic beverages.

Despite this, Augustus still got 150 bottles of No. [-] whiskey and other wines from the bartender at the price of [-] credits per bottle.

This is at least five times the market price. Jim Raynor was amazed at how generous Augustus was. In Shiloh, it was equivalent to three days' salary of an ordinary agricultural robot repairman or a skilled worker working in a gas refinery. .

Augustus's speech and behavior and his concept of money all point to the same point - he must be a descendant of a certain nobleman in Keha, and he must be a wealthy nobleman who has at least one pillar industry or is in politics.

Raynor and the rest of the class didn't get to the bottom of it, and Augustus made it clear he didn't want to mention his family.So, the topic was stopped immediately, and no one brought it up again.

If the recruits in Augustus's class really checked the status of the Mengsk name in Keha, they would be able to more or less understand how prominent their squad leader's family background is, but they don't really care much .

Nobody here cares how rich you are, how noble your family is.On the battlefield, even the heads of billionaires are smashed with the butt of a gun.

If they all live to be honorably discharged, they may have the opportunity to find a secure job in Augustus's family business to support their family, and life is nothing more than that.In the Tyranid Federation, where the economy is in recession, order is in turmoil, and people's lives are becoming more and more precarious, expecting more will only make people feel deep pain.

While others were munching on French fries, fried steak, and eating golden stewed potatoes at the bar, every recruit in the first squad was lamenting how good it was to have a rich man in the class, and at the same time relentlessly hurt Daily meals for the Marine Corps.

The food rations of the Federal Marine Corps have always been called "quick hot shit". They must provide soldiers with protein and sugar that can be absorbed the fastest in the shortest time. As for the taste and appearance, they are completely ignored. .

At the main base of Turasis, what Augustus ate most was liquid food and sweetener sticks similar to mashed potatoes.Usually, if you need additional meals, you have to buy them at your own expense, but the supplies in the base are quite scarce, and only officers can afford fresh vegetables and meat.

However, Major Mike Bee believes that there is no need to raise food standards in boot camps, because the federal U-F series of individual rations contain all the nutrients soldiers need, and eating these individual rations is even healthier and more nutritious than their daily diet .

In this regard, the recruit Harnack gave a sharp evaluation-the major must have never eaten shit.

Due to the existence of the ban, everyone has exercised restraint when drinking alcohol.Only Reverend Benjamin had never drank alcohol, and had no desire to try it.

Most people are trying No. 40 whiskey for the first time, including Augustus and Reynolds.This is a kind of distilled alcohol with a degree of more than [-] degrees. In the edge world, the whiskey imported from the core planet through interstellar berthing ships can even be regarded as a high-end alcohol.

Augustus can't bribe Tavis, the virtual mechanical sergeant who manages the access to the dormitory, so they still have to return to the dormitory by 10:30.

At one point the atmosphere at the party table was heated, as recruits drank whiskey, beer, and cocktails while berating ration and camp officers.Until a recruit named Connor Ward got drunk and suddenly started sobbing.

Connor Ward is an outlier in the second row and the first class. He has short light blond hair, light blue eyes, and dark and healthy chocolate skin. He is tall and strong.Even though he was only 23 years old, his melancholy eyes and often sad expression made him look much older than a young man like Augustus.

Ward never smiles, he doesn't even talk much.This kind of character is obviously not old. Augustus once noticed that he looked at his family photos silently,

It was a small river intertwined with blue and green. Connor embraced a beautiful woman, and three blond children stood at his feet.His smile was bright and sunny, as if he was another person.

A happy husband and father.

When Ward wept and told everyone how his wife and lovely children were killed by the Kel-Morians, the grief and pain in that photo deepened.

A Kel-Morian strike company attacked Rickdorf on the unsuspecting planet Tyrador III in the second year of the Guild Wars.

This should only be an action aimed at destroying local military facilities, but mining areas, gas refineries, and even underground transportation pipeline nodes where a large number of civilians and workers live and work have all been attacked.

Ward worked in one of the gas refineries, and his wife had warned him before the attack that he should flee their house and hide in the open field, but he thought it impossible for the Kel-Morians to penetrate into the core world of the Commonwealth.

Moria was far away from the Tyrador system, and before the catastrophe came, all men and women said: We are far from war.

The Kel-Morians were merciless. They used incendiary bombs and laser weapons, turning all the factories into bright pillars of fire, hundreds of feet high, rising up in dust pillars of dust, glass and people.Ground-penetrating missiles penetrated deep into the pits, and hundreds of workers were shaken to death, scalded to death by the scorching air, and buried in collapsed pits.

At that time, the entire gas refinery was burning, and the fire engulfed the residential area where the workers' families lived, including Ward's wife and two young children in the family. Ward only had time to rescue his youngest daughter.

His youngest daughter also did not survive.

Kel-Morian's warplanes swooped down to strafe unarmed civilians, and the laser beam hit Ward's two-year-old daughter, who he watched as she was shattered to pieces.

Ward was a problematic drinker, too strong to get drunk easily.Perhaps he had been suppressed for too long and needed to vent. He cried for a long time until Augustus and Renault carried him back.

After that, Augustus decided not to let Connor touch alcohol unless necessary, and to observe and record his suicidal tendencies that he had shown.On the battlefield, it would probably kill them all.

(End of this chapter)