StarCraft: Tyranid Empire

Chapter 50 Umoyang Mercenary Graven Hill

Fort Wett is a Tyrannian Federation city about [-] miles away from Fort Howe. There is a highway that has not been maintained for many years to reach the city center that has been razed to the ground.

After the armored personnel carrier in the third row where Augustus set off from Fort Howe, the convoy had been driving for nearly an hour in the cold and dark night of Turaxis II.Since many sections of the road have been bombed, they did not go smoothly along the way.

The area where this city is located is already close to the frigid zone. In this season in the northern hemisphere, the lowest temperature has dropped below zero degrees.A cold wind blows from the south on the only sea on Turasis, which is gradually freezing, and the thick waterproof curtain behind the truck whistles.

"I wonder why we have to go all the way here at this point to scout out the Kel-Morians who are nowhere to be seen." In the troop carrier assigned to Augustus's class, Harnack complained, "and There are transport planes on the apron in the fortress, why should we take a car?"

"Probably because we are afraid that we will be shot down by the locals with small pistols whose effective range is only a few tens of yards away?" Reynolds said, "Vanderspoop has always been considerate. He is a gentleman and a good person."

"I said, it's time to call it a day and go back to sleep." Tychus's power armor was larger than normal: "How about we go to the local bar and have some fun?"

"Yeah!" Harnack exclaimed.

"Okay, okay." Augustus glared at Harnack, "Do you know where that is? And if there are Kel-Morians, I won't hitchhike you to save you when you're drunk." A few lives."

The shining eyes of Harnack, Josephine and Tychus immediately dimmed at an astonishing speed.

Just as they were talking, the convoy drove into Wetburg's potholed road full of bullet craters after a bumpy ride, drove all the way to the city, and finally stopped at an intersection with traffic lights.

Augustus closed his helmet visor, was the first to lift the curtain of the armored personnel carrier, and jumped out astride a Gauss rifle with a gray wolf's head insignia on the handle, and the other marines jumped one by one. down.

The snowflakes fell on Augustus's mask and immediately melted and condensed into ice. He looked towards the few places where there were still lights, and what caught his eyes was black shadows, as if they were close to each other. hills together.

But Augustus soon discovered that this was far from the truth. This was actually the ruins of a city, with tall buildings collapsed, rubble and car wreckage everywhere. A white wasteland remains.

Wetburg used to be a city with a population of 20. During the years of the Battle of Kailian, it was lucky enough to avoid being engulfed by the flames of war many times.But Wetburg suffered the same fate as Polk's Pride a few months ago, when Kel-Morian's legion of higorrons invaded, plundered, and destroyed the city.

"So, where are we going to catch Kel-Morian little Ibah?" Tychus murmured. "There's no plan, and very little information."

"Don't you feel that something is wrong? What kind of enemy insists on us coming to investigate at night? The Camerians are not blind. Don't they know how to run when they hear the sound of cars? That lieutenant colonel is really a naive guy, I really don't know. I wonder how he got into this position."

"What Captain Warfield means is that at least we have to come." Augustus said, "After all, there are still thousands of people living in the ruins, and they are all refugees who are unwilling to leave their homes. We should at least Keep them safe."

"Huh? That doesn't sound like our marines." Tychus laughed. "You know how the marines on Reading III protect their people?"

"Kill them all, and then say that the Kel-Morians did it. In this way, the war reporters of the UNN Cosmos News Network can write an article full of pictures and texts to criticize the viciousness of the Kel-Morians, and arouse the residents of the core world. The abomination of the enemy. Then the federal government can freely issue public debt in the name of war," he said.

"As for who will pay the public debt in the end, of course it will be the defeated Kel-Morians."

"Tychus, I hope you can understand this. Although we are not angels, we shouldn't be demons either." Augustus said and led the people in the class towards the few light sources in Wetburg, Reagan, the third platoon leader, ordered his squad to investigate one of them.

Augustus walked along an apparently cleared path past a church with only three walls left. The broken stained glass windows reflected colorful light in the light of armored searchlights, and a huge cross fell from the top of the church. Inserted obliquely in the snow, it seems to stand on a huge tomb.

According to the order of the Governor's Mansion of Turasis II and the Command of the First Main Continental Plate in the Northern Hemisphere, all cities and towns in this area should strictly implement blackout and curfew, but the residents of Wetburg obviously don't care about this regulation.

Fort Wett has been reduced to ruins, but most of the residential buildings can still be powered by solar panels. Electricity is not the most scarce resource in this era.However, this ruin is actually a chaotic place of death. Since it has been counted as an area that neither the Tyrann Federation nor the Kymerian Federation wants to govern, there are all kinds of people hidden here.

Homeless locals, wanted outlaws, space pirates and mercenaries who repair and trade with the locals for supplies and fuel.Furthermore, in the middle of winter, local hungry beasts will also attack humans at night. You must beware of wild animals and even your neighbors climbing up your courtyard wall for a little food.

There are only a few buildings that keep their lights on all night, usually the dens of the biggest local gangsters or bars open to space pirates and mercenaries.

The destination of Augustus was a small bar that was not too big. There were several sentries outside the bar, but no one dared to shoot at the Federal Marines in power armor, not even a decent question. .To the long-suffering natives, the Federation and Kel-Morian armies are no different.

After observing for a while, Augustus walked into the bar with a few soldiers, leaving the others to set up sentries.

The bar is surprisingly clean and tidy, the smell of incense is mixed with the dry and cold air outside the door, the ground is a repaired wooden floor, there are a dozen tables and matching chairs.There were only four or five people sitting inside, and the rest of them would have already run away when they heard that the Federal Marine Corps was coming.

Augustus made a beeline for the barkeeper behind the counter, his power boots crunching the boards.

"I want to buy a report on the Kel-Morians." Augustus threw a stack of thick banknotes on the counter.

"Sergeant Mengsk is so rich?" In the communication channel, Tychus asked in surprise, and at the same time accurately estimated a considerable amount through the thickness of the banknote.

"Of course." Renault said proudly, "Augustus may be the richest man on this planet."

"It's none of your business, what do you have to do?" Tychus said, but he wanted to find out about Augustus.If Augustus was really a big shot, Tychus wouldn't mind currying favor with him.

"Ah! Sir, I don't know anything!" The bar owner was a middle-aged man missing a hand. He was indeed intimidated by the thickness of the stack of banknotes at first, but after thinking about it, it was still his own. Life is more important.

"Revenge is what you fear?" asked Augustus.

"Come on, come on, this guy doesn't know as much as I do." At this moment, a man in a strange costume approached Augustus, leaned on the table and took all the banknotes on it, and then excitedly He and a companion next to him counted the banknotes together.

Augustus turned to look at him.This man was dressed like the locals, wearing a thick woolen military overcoat, dark brown thick velvet military boots, and a fluffy three-ear earmuff.This dark brown coat has a long hem that reaches above the ankle.

If all this is normal, then it's strange that he wears dark glasses in the middle of the night.Judging from this man's face and his youthful voice, he should be in his 20s.

"Seeing you really brought tears to my eyes. You may not know that Remy and I are starting a business." After counting, the man looked at Augustus, regardless of the height difference with the marines, enthusiastically Shake hands with him: "Oh, my name is Graven Hill, I am a mercenary from Umoyan, and here is my business card with my email address on it."

"Well, then why do you think your information is worth this price?" Augustus took the business card and put it away, behind the mask that Hill couldn't see, he smiled.

Graven Hill is the mercenary leader on the Huberian in the game, the guy who sells mercenary contracts to Raynor.

"It's definitely worth the price, sir, there is a Kel-Morian higeron assault force preparing to raid Fort Howe this evening," Hill said.

"How do you know this?" Augustus' expression changed.

"I'm a mercenary. In the past, I mainly took over jobs from the Kel-Morians, and some of the mercenaries I helped to do dirty work for Kel-Morians are still mixed in with them. There is no shortage of information. Hill said: "Of course, I have signed both the Federation's and Camerian's mercenary contracts, and there are quite a few."

"The Kelmerian people are under a lot of military pressure now, alas. In fact, we are also very difficult to deal with. The demand exceeds the supply, and the commission will definitely increase, but they can't afford it, and they owe it." Maybe it's because of their youth, this At that time, Hill was much more talkative: "The mercenaries also need to eat, and there are parents and children to support, so many people can't open the pot at home."

"So, it's really not my fault. I don't really want to betray them."

"Jim, hurry up, let's go to Reagan, only he has the equipment that can directly contact Warfield." Augustus turned and left.

"Well, that's why you trust me?" Hill was also taken aback.

"No matter what, you have to confirm it." Augustus left the bar with a confused Renault and others after leaving a few words: "We will contact you later, if the news is true, the money just now I'll pay you double."

"I will contact you."

"Here's a rich prospect," said Hill's companion, Remy. "We should keep in touch with him."

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