StarCraft: Tyranid Empire

Chapter 29 Bloody Suppression

The number of townspeople gathered has reached 800, which is several times that of the first company, but they can deal with the federal sheriff with the cold weapons for chopping firewood and turning the ground and the hot weapons of the last century. and local police.

Compared with the nobles and civil servants in the office buildings on the main planet of the Tyrannian Empire, the people in the colonies have honed their tenacity, fearlessness and fearlessness in the struggle with nature.

The information here is blocked, the power of the power armor and the federal government's massacre policy against the revolutionary party are still unknown to the ignorant villagers in the backcountry.

"So, you are a 'revolutionary'? And all your appeals are to get the town of Loen out of the control of the federal government, or to gain more autonomy?" Warfield's face was twitching, he didn't want to hurt the civilians shot.

The representative of Ruen town shook his head: "We are not revolutionaries, we just want freedom."

"Listen, I sympathize with what you are going through, but as a Marine who eats the government, I have sworn to protect every federal citizen, and I will also eliminate all rebels who intend to split the Union." Warfield said.

"With what little kindness and patience I have left, I give you a final warning, lay down your weapons or we will shoot. Think of your family and friends and you will know how stupid your actions are!"

At this time, under the order of Lieutenant Warfield, the first company formed four side-by-side, closed hollow square formations with each squad as a horizontal plane and each platoon as a unit.In the middle are soldiers carrying rockets and heavy machine gunners. This formation was used against cavalry in the Middle Earth era, and now the commander of this unit is used to deal with the situation of being attacked from the front and back.

Suddenly, with a shout, the crowd swarmed towards the [-]st Company.They seem to be convinced that the federal army would not dare to take the charge of massacring civilians and shoot at themselves, completely forgetting that they can already be counted as gun-wielding thugs and terrorists.

In Augustus's class, Tom Omo, who had never seen such a big scene, trembled so violently that the people next to him thought he was going to shoot.

"Don't piss your pants, Omo," said Kurt Josephine, the rifleman standing next to him.

"You fucking peed your pants!" Omo tried to buff himself up with the swear words he'd learned from Harnack, but he always spoke with a lack of confidence and air, so it was a bit like a A lamb was bleating ferociously.

"Josephine, don't say a word," Augustus said.

After another dozen seconds, among the townspeople who were still walking towards the center of the square, the closest one to Augustus was less than two hundred yards away.At this distance, with the help of the helmet's automatic aiming system, even Renault can't miss it.

"What the hell are they doing? This isn't a demonstration, and we're not police officers with sticks and stun guns," Leno said on the channel. "Do they really think we're going to turn around and run? It will be useful, but if it is really like that, we will be the ones who will lose their heads when we go back."

"Enough, back off! We're really going to shoot!" Now, as the moving crowd drew closer, Zandermax's voice grew sharper.

Nearly a thousand residents of Loen Town armed with various weapons surrounded the central square, and more than 200 guns were aimed at Augustus and his comrades in arms.Unmoved, the marines raised their guns in unison and aimed at the townspeople.

Now it's a matter of which side will back down first, or fire the first shot.

Augustus firmly held the Gauss rifle in his hand. If these people attacked himself and his comrades recklessly, he would definitely shoot without hesitation.

Both parties stopped talking, and the atmosphere in the entire central square seemed to be frozen in tension.

Suddenly, Augustus also felt that those people had gone crazy. Several modified trucks rushed straight towards the marines in the central square from the streets and houses.And those townspeople seemed to have rehearsed in advance, and immediately spread out to both sides, leaving a passage for these trucks.

The outer frames of the cabs of those trucks were strengthened with stronger plain steel, copper-colored plain steel tubes and steel plates were welded by fusion guns to the original weaker aluminum frame.On some trucks with rougher and wilder modification methods, steel pipes and steel plates are directly bound to the original frame with thick wire.

Ordinary glass windows should also be replaced, because there are always one or two pieces of glass that do not match the size of the window frame.

These plain steel pipes and steel plates are covered with deep red rust spots and brass-colored oil stains, as if they have just been picked up from a garbage dump. There are more than a dozen scrap metal sticks stuck in the front of each truck. Grinded spikes and blades.

The same design can be seen all over the body of these trucks, and here and there you can see extra parts that are incongruous and forcefully stitched together with no regard for overall aesthetics and symmetry.

With a spike on each axle, at first glance, these furious trucks look like raging metal hedgehogs.

If this didn't make the marines realize the danger of these monsters, the Kelmorian Cutter electromagnetic cannons on the roof of the car and the roof of the car were enough to show that the opponent's comers were not good.

Sitting next to each electromagnetic gun were four or five operators wearing miners' hard hats or wide-brimmed peaked caps, each holding a Camerian-style electromagnetic gun.

There are a total of three modified trucks, speeding up from the east, west and south of the central square respectively.

After the modified truck drove over the crowd, the townspeople ran behind the truck and charged, firing with their crude weapons.Some of them were definitely not touching guns for the first time, and they shot so accurately that two or three bullets hit Augustus's power armor.

And Augustus just watched calmly as the few small-caliber bullets bounced high after hitting the breastplate, only scratching off a little of the new silver-gray paint.

"Damn it, it's Camerian's car. This is indeed something they can do." Warfield immediately issued an order on the communication channel.

"Fire! Soldiers, use up all the bullets in your hands!"

"Shoot! Shoot at your enemies!"

In an instant, everyone started pulling the trigger and shooting.

There was a modified truck directly in front of Augustus. If he didn't stop it, at the speed of this truck, it would rush into the hollow phalanx of the Marine Corps within ten seconds.

At the same time, the electromagnetic gun on the truck fired, but the operator did not shoot accurately, and the landing points of the few shells were ridiculously crooked.One of the electromagnetic artillery shells landed more than 100 yards away from Augustus, and the spreading light blue pulse wave immediately leveled the land where it landed, creating a crater dozens of feet wide.

In a blink of an eye, Augustus made what he thought was the most correct choice. He avoided other parts of the armored vehicle and only aimed at the right front wheel.Augustus turned on the capacitor safety and fired high-frequency bursts at the fastest speed. The butt of the Gauss rifle hit his armored shoulder armor repeatedly due to the recoil.

At the same time, at least five people from the first squad, including Augustus, took the same approach. Although the fenders of this truck were also modified, they still couldn't resist the Gauss rifle, and the tires instantly blew up. Get blown up.

The truck immediately lost control, but it still plunged into the marines. Fortunately, Augustus and the others reacted in time and started running to avoid shooting.

The tires of the other two trucks were blown up in the same way by people from other squads. One of the trucks rushed into the dispersal of the marines, and the dozens of tons of trucks ran over a soldier who couldn't dodge. He fell to the ground, and there was a tooth-piercing sound of metal scraping and a desperate wail on the communication channel.

(End of this chapter)