StarCraft: Tyranid Empire.

Chapter 23 Crystal Mine

Although it seemed a bit redundant, Augustus gave the order to cease fire again after the gunfire completely subsided.

Augustus led Renault and a group of soldiers down the train track. The assault cavalry reconnaissance vehicles that were penetrated were covered with unidentifiable stumps and flesh.It was the first time for these recruits to see such a bloody scene, and even Augustus, who had been mentally prepared, looked very unhappy.

"It was a beautiful ambush." ​​Renault felt his stomach roll.

"Go and see what's in that truck?" Augustus endured the psychological and physical discomfort to check the damage of the scout car, and then he found that unless they could find water to wash the debris and repair the damage engines and gas tanks, otherwise these cars would be useless.

The driver of the truck at the end of the assault cavalry convoy was also hit by a stray bullet and shattered into several pieces.Augustus walked to the end of the truck, and a group of soldiers including Renault fired guns at the carriage. After emptying two magazines, he opened the carriage door under the cover of others.

"How many boxes?" Renault slowly put down the electromagnetic rifle in his hand, and checked one of the metal boxes with Augustus.

There were five of these giant metal shipping boxes, with the KM flag printed on them, about eight and one-third feet long and five feet wide, reaching Augustus' waist height when lying on the ground.

In addition to the password lock, each metal cargo box also has a fingerprint lock and a genetic lock. It is extremely strong and heavy. Augustus and Renault couldn't move any of the boxes even after half a day of effort.

"It's a safe, the highest priority government strategic material." Augustus found a few lines on the metal cargo box: "From, Brother Ruffin's mine, sent to a place on the Moria satellite Brutus Starport."

"I guess it's gold, or something else of value. Those Kel-Morians have always been unprofitable," Raynor said.

"The Ruffin Brothers Mines, I saw this place name on the news...these should be Ardion crystals, full boxes of Ardion crystals." The corners of Augustus's mouth raised uncontrollably.

"That's much more valuable than gold." Renault and the other recruits looked at each other with delighted smiles, but they still didn't know what it meant for them.

"All of these are worth about 200 million federal credits." After finishing speaking, Augustus sat down on the metal shipping box filled with crystals.

"Holy shit!" Renault and the recruits exclaimed and cheered, and Harnack and Josephine immediately embraced each other, much happier than when they just knew they had won the battle.

In the world of StarCraft, high-purity crystal ore is not only a hard currency more precious than gold, but also the cornerstone of the development of Tyrannian human industry and technology. The smelted crystal ore is the basis for casting weapons, building chariots, spaceships and interstellar warships. High quality ingredients.

These precious and expensive crystal mines are the most important minerals in the entire Koprulu star area and even the Milky Way, and are strategic resources that all human regimes attach great importance to.

It was precisely for these resources that the Tyrann Federation and the Kymerian Consortium broke out in war.

"But we can't get the money." Augustus said, looking at the rejoicing soldiers, and poured a basin of cold water on them.

"We have no way to sell these crystals, so we can only hand them over to our superiors. Then, if the military officer who manages the seized materials finds out and writes a report for us, we may each get a little bonus. The content here is If it’s full of cash, it’s a fortune.”

The cheers died down in a blink of an eye, and the soldiers' enthusiasm for these cargo boxes immediately waned sharply.

"Ah~ Those wine bags and rice bags should give you a medal, Augustus." Renault said jokingly: "We not only killed a squad of assault cavalry, but also sent them a lot of money."

"That's what they should do," joked Augustus.

"This truck should still be usable. In my opinion, there shouldn't be any problem carrying 30 people." Renault looked back from those boxes. Like many recruits, he was shocked when Augustus said the number. He had the idea of ​​taking these crystals for himself, but almost at the same time, he hated his greed from the bottom of his heart.

Reynolds couldn't help but think that if he could get the money, the family farm would be able to pay off the debt it had signed due to high fuel prices and pay for the operating license certificates that the Tyrannian federal government is forcing all farmers to buy.After paying all the taxes, the Renault family can still live a stable and wealthy life.

But that’s just thinking about it. The old Renault had told him the meaning of “justice” countless times, and his mother taught others to rely on their hardworking hands to get what they should have since they were young.

With Augustus as an example, the soldiers did not behave too badly.

"Go and see if those reconnaissance vehicles can still be driven. If it doesn't work, we will put more people on the vehicle. If the command center has no information, we must leave here as soon as possible." Augustus walked out of the car after finishing speaking , Greeting the other soldiers on the platform to come down.

Although the soldiers above hesitated at the scene of bloody and bloody bodies and flying limbs, they looked at Augustus, and finally walked down, picking up the wreckage of the assault cavalry, cleaning up the weapons and debris strewn all over the ground. and bloody vehicles.

The temporary squad leaders of each squad rushed over to report the casualties to Augustus. This was obviously an exceptionally successful victory, because this recruit platoon had not even a slight injury or a scrape after the battle.

At this time Omo rushed down from one side of the platform and ran towards Augustus.Earlier Augustus had arranged for him to attend to the wounded while keeping an eye on the radio for messages.

Augustus could only pray in his heart, what Omo brought was good news.

"The Polk's Pride command center sent a message 5 minutes ago. The nearest to us is a scout company, and their number is 3423. The command center said that this company will arrive in 15 minutes at the earliest." Omo ran Said breathlessly in front of Augustus.

"Thank goodness." Renault breathed a sigh of relief.

"What about the badly wounded? Where's Lieutenant Warfield?" asked Augustus.

"Lieutenant Warfield is still the same, lethargic, but still panting." Omo's face collapsed: "The seriously injured man is about to die, he passed out several times, I'm worried that he won't be able to wake up next time coming."

"Jim, you come to clean up the mess and rearrange the sentries." Augustus followed Omo and returned to the waiting hall where the wounded were placed after giving Lei Nuo's orders. medical kit and medical box.

"Squad leader, I can't save him." Zander's eyes were wet. He knelt in front of the seriously wounded man lying on a stretcher, and couldn't help wiping his eyes.

"You are not a doctor or a savior. You did your best, Zander. It was the damned Kel-Morians who took him instead of you." Next to the soldier, the young face is still so calm.

"What else did he say at the last moment? I want to know his wish."

"He said he was going to die, he said he was turning into a snowflake, the wind of his hometown took him away." Zandel was crying as he spoke, he was so kind and emotional that he couldn't bear the pain of losing his comrades in arms— — even though they had never spoken before today.

Xander Marks was born in the slums of Tarsonis City, where he grew up half illiterate because he never went to school.But even so, Zander did not become more and more indifferent like other people in the slums. On the contrary, he still loves this world.

Augustus's aristocratic classmates used to call people in the slums pariahs, but he never thought of them that way.In his view, birth never determines the various virtues a person possesses.

(End of this chapter)