StarCraft: Tyranid Empire

Chapter 30 The Executioner of the Federation
The surviving electromagnetic gunners on the truck held electromagnetic rifles and leaned on the wreckage of the truck to shoot, but as soon as they emerged, they were shot dead one by one by the sniper Rick Kidd in Augustus's class with the boatswain's sniper rifle. The rest of the people dared to use both hands to raise their electromagnetic rifles above their heads and shoot randomly without a target.

Soon, with a deafening roar and a sharp sonic boom, the truck in front of Augustus was hit by Ward's rocket, and the fuel tank was instantly ignited, and the fire raged around the truck.

Several people lit by the flames jumped, shouted, howled, stood or lay still, and then their bodies melted like candles.

At this time, the townspeople of Loen Town, armed with various weapons, also stood a few hundred yards away and shot at Augustus. distance.

The guns of Augustus and the others turned to the townspeople who had already started to charge. Only then did he notice that there were hidden weapons in the hands of these people that were far more dangerous than gunpowder shotguns and pickaxes—bundles of weapons. The electromagnetic grenades on his waist, and these electromagnetic grenades probably came from the local military factory established by Ke Morian.

These people were obviously directed by someone when they charged, and the distance between them was widened.However, there should be no soldiers of the regular Kel Morian army among them. As shown before, they really lack electromagnetic weapons that can penetrate power armor.

Several heavy machine guns of the Marine Corps began to roar, and the continuous flames from the muzzles seemed to be the lamps of death parade.

Just a few hundred yards away from Augustus, a barrage of spikes created a bloody mist among the crowd. The person in the front was torn apart by the steel spikes accelerated to supersonic speed by the electromagnetic coil, and his body In a few seconds, it turned into a ground of minced meat. The remaining limbs and minced meat were thrown high into the air and rained down like a punctured balloon.

The people standing behind looked like scarecrows swept down by the wind, like rag dolls nailed to the ground by spikes.

Including the town representative who stood up earlier, more than 200 people standing directly opposite Augustus fell half down before he emptied all the spikes in the magazine.

Augustus saw the people who were shot were amputated by steel nails. The power of a steel nail was enough to penetrate four or five people in a straight line, embedded in the body of the last person and pushed him more than ten meters away. .

Since ordinary people have no chance of surviving once they are hit by spikes on their torso or head. The sound of firing machine guns and electromagnetic guns and the thunderous roar of rocket launches.

When Augustus completed the first round of shooting and changed the magazine, the townspeople collapsed in less than ten seconds from the time the fire was fired to the end of the shooting.

"Cease fire! Cease fire!" Warfield ordered.

At this time, the townspeople who entered the square fell into a pool of blood, and most of the corpses were broken into pieces.Some people who hadn't died for a while wailed and gradually died out. Other townspeople who were able to walk before rushing into the central square ran away in the blink of an eye.

Looking at those people moaning in pain, although Augustus reminded himself in his heart that this was a group of thugs who wanted to kill him, and he was only carrying out the command of the chief, it didn't make him feel any better. some.

The federal government has become accustomed to using bloody massacres to suppress insurgents and revolutionaries, using blood and fear to maintain the stability of the regime, and the executors of its tyranny are not the federal police and local security forces, but the real army.

Warfield immediately issued an order: "Pursuit! The first row is dispatched to occupy the central gas refining station in Loen Town, the fourth row pursues north along Cairns Road, and the second row pursues south along Newlon Road to expel everyone. , get them out of the house. The medics stay."

The three platoons immediately carried out the order of the platoon leader and ran in all directions.

"The third platoon is under my direct command," Warfield said finally.

"Yes, sir." Reagan, Augustus's platoon leader, answered immediately.

Warfield led the first shift in the third row and ran quickly to a heavy truck that was overturned on the ground, leaving the other shifts on guard.It was the only one of the three trucks that was not hit by the rockets, because there was a marine under the truck.

It was a rifleman from the second squad. The vital signs monitoring system inside his power armor showed that the soldier was still alive, but they couldn't move the truck.The container-like body of that truck was filled with steel and alloy scraps collected by the people of Loen Town, and the enhanced power of the power armor wasn't enough to turn them into superhumans.

"We have to find the crane," said Augustus, trying to push the truck.

"It's too late to transfer from Polk's proud engineering department." Warfield glanced at Augustus and made a decisive decision.

"Explosives."

"Unload the fuel tank and choose the D-7 explosive with the least power." Augustus understood, turned his head and said to Zander.

Zander is an art lover, and he has the most complete types and the largest number of blasting explosives in his backpack.Afterwards, under the command of Warfield, the first shift clearly placed the explosives in a division of labor, and he personally decided on the location and weight.

After the sound of detonation, the connection between the truck compartment and the front of the truck was blown open. Due to the different powers of the explosives at several locations, the compartment that was pressing on the marine soldier fell to one side accurately. Augustus, Renault and others Together they pulled him out.

The marine's power armor was badly damaged, with multiple dents.Augustus guessed that he might have fainted from the impact, because there was still no response on the comm channel.

"Are you okay? Private." Warfield tapped on the marine's helmet, but seeing no response, he pressed a button under the soldier's helmet visor, and the visor slowly opened.

It was a young man with brown hair and a bruised nose.

It can be seen that the injuries he suffered were not very serious, mostly soft tissue contusions, and the corner of his right eye was bleeding uncontrollably.He may still have a slight concussion, and he is drowsy.A medical soldier in power armor walked over, knelt on the ground and opened the soldier's eyelids to observe his pupils.

The painting color of this medical soldier's power armor is the same as that of Augustus and others. Only the red cross mark is sprayed on the right shoulder of the armor to distinguish it. D-2 backpack.

When Augustus looked at the medic, he was rummaging through his backpack for a medical laser stapler to sew up the wound.

"My equipment is not enough to deal with this situation. He must be sent to the nearest medical station." The medical soldier opened his mask while using a weakened laser beam to treat the wounded wound, and said to Warfield.He was a pale young man of ordinary features.

"The nearest medical station is Polk's Pride. I will immediately request a transport plane from the command center." At this moment, Warfield looked at the people of Loen Town who were still lying in a pool of blood. Some of the wounded were still wailing helplessly: " Augustus, take your men and take the wounded natives with you."

Most of the corpses of the residents of Loen Town in the central square were broken into pieces, and many of them were broken into several pieces. There were black and blue intestines, internal organs, bones and minced meat all over the place. Only those who were hit in both legs were still alive.

Even though Augustus had emphasized that the Marines would treat them, the townspeople were still trying to shoot them, forcing a squad of soldiers to return fire.

"Don't they want to live?" Josephine asked in the communication channel in puzzlement when the wounded were taken in.

"Maybe, they just think that there is something more important than life." Augustus replied.

Renault and Augustus looked at each other, with inexplicable emotions surging in their hearts.

About an hour later, when the transport plane arrived in Loen Town, other units of the [-]st Company had already taken control of the town hall, church, and station in Loen Town, defeating the residents of the town who were trying to counterattack, forcing them to flee their homes.

In the air filled with the smell of blood, a brand new red and blue flag of the Tyrannian Federation was hoisted on the flagpole in the central square.

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