StarCraft: Tyranid Empire.

Chapter 212 The fleet has arrived
The alien creature covered in black armor was obviously on the verge of death. Three sailor-length 7.62mm bullets hit him in the head at a distance of only ten yards, one of which went straight through its scarlet glowing one eye.

The alien was not wearing a helmet, and he had paid for it.

In the bright afternoon sun of Baishir, the humanoid creatures in black armor turned into countless scarlet light points little by little, like countless red fireflies or sand blown by the wind. The breeze blows through the leaves and shrubs.

Rick and his Revolutionary Army soldiers have long been accustomed to this, and whenever they think they have killed these monsters, their bodies will turn into a ball of light dust.Scientists and scholars among the colonists even suspect that these alien creatures are not carbon-based creatures, and their existence may be far beyond the scope of human understanding.

"Watch above your heads or below your feet, these Baishir bastards are everywhere." At the moment his lieutenant was beheaded, Rick Kidd was already ready to face death.

In front of Rick were more than a dozen Revolutionary Army soldiers who had been cut open by sharp knives, and his adjutant Philip was also brutally slaughtered.Rick couldn't bear to look at the death of these soldiers. Their severed bodies were lying on the grass, like a group of cod chopped up by a cutter.

Rick just took a look and then looked away, concentrating on the front, not caring about how many people will be heartbroken over the death of these soldiers.

The Keha people were once the most prosperous branch of the Tyrann Federation colonies. Since they decided to rebel against the Federation's rule, this nation has been associated with the word troubled.

"Captain Rhodes is dead." When the Revolutionary Army soldiers in the rear began to approach Rick, there was a loud report in Rick's communication channel.At this time, Rick can only be thankful that the enemy has no means of cutting off human radio communication, or they don't think it is necessary to do so.

"There are no survivors in the 3st platoon and 1nd squad of the 2rd company." Several soldiers of the Revolutionary Army stepped forward to check whether there were any survivors under the cover of others.

"We found no trace of any more enemies."

"Lieutenant Irish takes over for him," Rick said over the comm channel.

"The Second Lieutenant of Ireland is also dead." A non-commissioned officer who looked younger and immature replied.

"Then you will command the first platoon." The system inside Commander Rick's power armor showed that he was a first-class artillery sergeant of the Revolutionary Army.

Then, with the sudden cessation of gunfire, the jungle fell silent again.The sudden attack came to an abrupt end with the assassin's death, and this confused, bloody jungle became completely silent again.

"Keep going," Rick ordered in his channel.

This tranquility did not bring any psychological comfort to the soldiers of the Revolutionary Army, but aggravated their uneasiness. Even the calmest officer could not help feeling chills.

Rick's troops spent more than 40 minutes in the jungle and arrived at the sending point of the distress signal without any risk. However, several reconnaissance troops that had left the main force disappeared without exception, and there was only mourning on the communication channel. .

These Bisher alien creatures seem to be obsessed with this hunting game against humans. They act alone or in small groups, nibbling away at the human army in the jungle bit by bit.

At that time, the jungle was still breezy, but it was difficult to walk among the dense branches and vines. Soldiers sometimes had to climb over fallen trees and bushes as high as a person. Their combat boots were buried deep in the humus layer. There were footprints with small red puddles on the ground.

By the time Rick found the missing soldiers of the Vulture Company in a jungle clearing, it was almost 4 pm.

More than 100 Vulture drivers in blue and white combat uniforms and mechanics in yellow and orange suspenders are sitting back to back among the broken ferns, and the visual aid on Rick's helmet visor allows him to clearly spot The purple light that is constantly overflowing from the eyes of these people is almost the same color as terrazine.

This strange scene may explain why these people obviously cannot see any traces of being restrained from top to bottom, and there is no sign of escaping.Except for the purple eyes, these people's bare faces and elbows are all skinny and covered with scars. It is hard to imagine the inhuman torture they suffered after being captured.

To be more precise, the state of these people is no different from the drug addicts who roamed the streets in the slums of Tarsonis.

"Don't go near them." Rick said on the comm channel, slowly approaching the silent people with his boatswain's sniper rifle raised.

Rick originally thought that these people had been delirious due to the torture, but what was even more incredible was that these people immediately cheered for help after seeing the soldiers approaching.

"They're here to save us!" Even Rick felt his hair stand on end when the people with purple eyes rushed towards him.

"Stop! Or we'll shoot."

"Who is your highest officer? I think it should be Pickett's Lieutenant Werner." Rick said through the loudspeaker of the power armor.

The crowd flocking to their compatriots could only stop helplessly when facing the gunpoint, and then a soldier in the uniform of a mechanical sergeant stepped out of the crowd.

"Lieutenant Werner is dead. I am Mechanic Sergeant Sidman Haffen, a member of the Pantelonian Party. My hometown is Riddenheim, and my father is El Haffn." The noncommissioned officer staggered toward Rick, but wisely kept his distance.

"Sir, I watched Lieutenant Werner's skull be sliced ​​open by a Tadarin hunter, and then they pulled the red and white brain tissue out of the skull—" he continued.

"While we were patrolling the No. 1 ruins, we encountered Tadalin. They had weapons we had never seen before. After a hasty battle, we were slaughtered, and finally Lieutenant Werner decided to surrender to the enemy."

Rick's steadfast eyes flickered for a moment, and he didn't continue to speak to the sergeant, but just shouted in the command channel: "Everyone gather to me immediately, keep an eye on your surroundings, and leave your back to your own Comrades."

After this, Rick looked at Sergeant Sidman: "What's the matter with your eyes? Look at the people around you and you will know that the purple light is not normal."

"Also, you call those monsters Tadarin?"

"Yes, they call themselves Tal'darin - we can't understand their speech, but Tal'darin occasionally use English. No, it's more like they themselves telepathically transmit the words to our minds. Sometimes they also vocalize, but we don't know how they do it without a mouth," said the mechanical sergeant, emaciated from starvation or other tortures.

"After being captured, Tadarin took us to their temple, locked us in a stone cage, and only gave us the necessary water and some Baishir fruits to satisfy our hunger." Mechanical Sergeant Sidman said.

"In the following time, my officers were taken away one by one. They were tortured and interrogated until they died. I was just a mechanic. Tadarin valued the strong and dismissed craftsmen and scholars , that’s why I’m alive.”

"Later, they forced us to ingest terrazine, made us give up our dignity, and fought each other for the few food we had—all to satisfy the Tal'darim lord's appetite," he said.

"Today, they brought us here—we thought it was a new killing game. They have always liked to send the captured humans to the forest farm through spaceships, and then the hunters of Tadarin would start hunting immediately. kill the game."

"." Rick digested the huge amount of information in these words, and his attitude towards Sidman was a little better: "Give them the emergency rations."

"Praise be to the great Mother Baisher, we are finally saved." Sergeant Sidman smiled.

"The one who saved you wasn't Baisher's mother. The revolutionary army never believed in any gods." Rick looked at him: "Baisher's mother, what is that?"

"Baisher's mother is Baisheer's will. She predicted your arrival and we heard everything." The sergeant didn't feel that there was any problem with his cognition.

"There's something wrong with you," he said. "You have to be re-vetted by the August National Security Council."

At this time, the various units of the Revolutionary Army scattered in the jungle began to move closer to Rick, and the sky gradually dimmed. Baisher's rotation speed was faster than that of the earth, and a few red clouds gradually piled up in the sky.

Baishir is a pure and virgin land, its beauty lies in its pristine and mysterious ruins among the green jungle.However, when humans knew that it was full of terrifying alien creatures, no one had the leisure to enjoy Baisheer at sunset.

"They're coming." Sergeant Sidman suddenly said to Rick.

"Taldarim is coming, and they are numerous. This is what Baishir told me."

"It's fucking weird." Rick stared into Sidman's lavender eyes, wondering if he should attribute this to some kind of superpower.In Rick's cognition, only a magician or a lunatic would keep talking about prophecies.

At about the same time, there was intense gunfire less than a quarter of a mile (about 400 meters) away from Rick, and hundreds of people spoke on the public communication channel.

When Rick looked up, just as he saw, a large number of black spaceships with sharp edges and corners flew over the jungle. thorns and blades.

These ships cast a death rain of scarlet plasma beams upon the ground, burning the earth in these beams.A majestic spaceship emerged from the clouds, the sun was setting, and the sun was falling in the sky. The blood-like light made it look even more bloody and dangerous.

Everyone is desperate. These Tadarins have the ability to destroy human colonies. The reason why they have waited until now may be purely for fun.

He also finds it funny when the giant tramples ants to death underfoot.

At this moment, a long shuttle-shaped Tadarin spaceship passed over Rick's head, and a Tadarin Protoss in black armor and a crimson cloak flew several hundred feet away under the protection of a psionic shield. High in the air fell from the sky, right between Rick and Sergeant Hilde.

As the Tal'darin fell, scarlet psionic energy burned around him like a falling meteor.

"I am the ascendant of the Tadarin, the captain of the Naion Expeditionary Force, and the lord of Baishere. We will never allow you to tarnish the breath of the Creator and blaspheme the gods." Knock down trees and uproot bushes in the jungle.

"We hunt the strong. Only true fighters are worthy of a fair duel with me. Others come up just to die."

The voice of the Tal'darin lord was clearly conveyed to the minds of everyone present. His voice was like the sound of swords and swords, making the minds of the human soldiers buzz.

"Psyker?" Rick's ears were filled with the reports of various revolutionary army units. A desperate fact was quickly gathered in his commander's power armor. Thousands of Tadarin attack aircraft The jungle where the revolutionary army is located is being swept.

"Or you can go together, primitive creatures with mouths." Lord Tadarim raised his proud head, and the conical psionic amplifiers on his back were like two parallel blades.

"This is the first time I've seen an intelligent bug in hundreds of revolutions... I barely play a small game with you, just to get rid of the weakest group of blood hunters under my command."

"Ah-ah- hurry up, don't make my bloodthirsty blade wait in a hurry."

The will of this Tadarin lord is directly projected into the brains of Rick and others through psychic power, even if he does not speak English, humans can understand what he wants to express.

Rick didn't answer him, but just clenched the Gauss rifle in his hand: "Everyone in the first battalion will follow me and stay, and the others will retreat thinking about the direction they came from. As long as you get out of the jungle and find the car parked outside, you will be killed immediately." Go back."

"Sergeant Hilde, retreat with my men with the other captives, and don't look back."

"Lord of the Tal'darin—" Rick said, looking at the Tal'darin protoss on the opposite side.

"Since you look down on the weak, let them go."

"No matter how long a bug lives, it's just a bug. The nymphs of Slane only live through spring and summer, and mayflies live and die in the morning and evening." Lord Ta'darin said mockingly.

Rick gritted his teeth and was about to say something when he suddenly heard a roar from above his head. When he and the Tadarin protoss raised their heads at the same time, the sky was getting dark at this moment, and they could all see several hammerhead warships. The bright light emitted by the cruiser when it landed from the atmosphere.

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