StarCraft: Tyranid Empire

Chapter 71 War Refugees
The floor plan of the refugee camp sent back by the geostationary satellite station shows that the refugee camp, consisting of thousands of crooked buildings, stretches for a mile, with few feasible roads and no flickering lights.The best houses here are the new wooden attics and cottages, with windows that glow faintly from fire.

The problem of war refugees has been around for a long time, and the inhabitants of every warring planet are the most direct victims of the battlefield.The Tyranid Federation government is unwilling to invest resources in hosting refugees on a planet where wars are raging and cities are constantly changing hands.

As for the Kel-Morians, they will establish settlements and colonies on every mineral-rich planet, grabbing all the resources and throwing them away.

Its plundering and nomadic colonization method determines that the number of its colonized planets is much smaller than that of the Tyranid Federation, and the most populous are just a few core worlds.Most of the wars were fought within the territory of the Federation, so that most of the Tyranids on the fringe planets became refugees.

The Kel-Morian Commonwealth is martial by nature, and all the people are soldiers. Adult Kel-Morians who have lost their homes will join the army.

Turasis is a rich ore planet, and its high-energy gas resources are relatively scarce, and it relied on imports before the war.During the war, the trade routes of the Tyrannian Federation were greatly affected, which also made the lives of local residents, especially refugees, even more difficult.

The Kel-Morian warships were far less massive and heavily armored than the Tyranid Federation's, but their more maneuverable assault ships and starspeeders were capable of attacking caravans using wolf pack tactics and leaving before the furious Federation fleet arrived.

With the support of the Kel-Morian Commonwealth, many Kel-Morian fleets have become professional pirates.

The sharp shrinkage of imported goods has plunged Turasis into a fuel crisis and a local food crisis, because all the gas refineries and mines on the planet must supply the front lines.

This also led to the paralysis of civilian trains, cars, and most of the means of transportation. Planters, harvesters, and agricultural robots were unable to work normally. Famine began to break out in many places in Turasis, which could only achieve self-sufficiency.

Take Polk’s Pride, the first city that Augustus stationed after he arrived in Turasis as an example, more than half of the more than 100 million residents of Pok’s Pride city died in the first year of the war.

When the war came, the city's grain reserves were forcibly requisitioned.To keep city residents safe from the flames of war, soldiers with guns drove law-abiding, tax-paying federal citizens out of their homes, many before they even had time to put on their clothes and blankets.

Officials from the city hall told them that there was a built refugee camp outside the city, but in fact there was only a barren open space.

The Tarsonis government only issued an order to evacuate civilians, and boasted about its political achievements in UNN and other media, but did not establish a shelter for those civilians.

Senior government officials and senators who pretend to be deaf and dumb are unwilling to pay more money, and the lives of the people are not worth mentioning in their eyes.They just temporarily remembered that there was a group of people who needed to be evacuated, and after a while they forgot about it because they were "too busy".

Whether it is the federal government or the founding family of Tarsonis behind them, they don't want to spend even a penny for refugees.Because the money must be invested in the arms manufacturing and other monopoly industries that have flourished due to the war, and used to grab more profits.

The war is still going on, and the planetary governor and army general headquarters of Turasis are indifferent to those refugees and turn a blind eye.

The local refugee administration was set up just to silence the media, with only a dozen civilian staff and cheap security guards hired locally.The federal government will only approve the appropriations used to pay these employees' wages, and the department has neither authority nor funds at its disposal.

In the increasingly bloated and corrupt Tyrannian federal administrative system, this has instead become a means for corrupt officials to defraud funds.

When winter came that year, most of the people who were driven out of Polk's Pride either starved to death or froze to death.

"We need some guides."

Augustus took a few steps on the snow-covered land, only the sound of the servo system turning and the wind outside his helmet could be heard.The landing point was in an open space outside the refugee camp, with no shelter around it, only some garbage and cinders.

"Find them."

The marines behind him immediately divided into two groups and walked into the refugee camp from the left and right, and turned into the gaps between the houses. The searchlights were extremely dazzling in the vast darkness.

Zander and Raynor are in the hands of a group of gangsters and could be killed at any moment.Augustus didn't have time to hold a megaphone and ask who would cooperate with the Confederacy.

There was a burst of screams and shouts from the house ahead, but it quickly subsided.A few minutes later, Augustus' demons of heaven returned to their commander with several men in long jackets and heavy coats.

"We are the Federal Marine Corps that came to wipe out the gangsters in this area. I am Sergeant Mengsk. As long as any of you can provide information on the gangsters, in the name of Christ Jesus, I guarantee that you will be able to return home safely after this. "Augustus looked at the refugees in front of him.

"As a thank you, my soldiers will give you some emergency rations and clean water."

"I know...I know..." They immediately scrambled for an answer.

"You go first." Augustus looked at one of them.

"There's only one big gang here, and they call themselves the Free Revolutionary Army," said a man in a battered overcoat.

"It's a very famous name, but it's not important." Augustus interrupted him: "Tell me how many people there are, and the lair is there."

"There are about 200 of them, and some of them are wearing armor just like you." The refugee with frostbite on his face seemed to recall something, gasping for cold air into his lungs.

"The Free Revolutionary Army's stronghold isn't here," he said. "They're mainly operating at Fenner Crossing, which is a small town about seven miles away."

"Do you know exactly where their stronghold is at Fenner Crossing?" Even though he asked, Augustus didn't hold much hope.

However, the information Augustus got was still very useful, that is, this gang was likely to have links with the Kemerians or even the Federation's own army.During this period, the chances of power armor falling into the hands of civilian armed forces are very small.

And while Fenner Crossing is just a small town, its population has grown to over 5 people.This is a small town built on the basis of rare mineral deposits, and the residents there have been miners for three generations who need to go down the mine to make a living.

Augustus realized that he had made the right choice in asking Warfield for an extra platoon, and his usual caution helped him.

"I don't know, sir," said the refugee. "That's all I know."

"Who else knows more?" Augustus continued.

"No one knows where the headquarters of the Free Revolutionary Army is. They have many enemies." Another refugee said immediately: "But as long as one of their leaders is caught, everything will be solved."

"All the gangsters are residents of Fenner Crossing, and their boss is Silas Tusk. Tusk likes to go out with gold necklaces and gold watches, and often drives around in an open-top Terra hovercar."

"Well..." Augustus nodded, he waited for a while, and no one said anything: "I see. Heck!"

Then, at the behest of Augustus, Corporal Heck, the monitor of the second squad, handed each of them an M2 backpack filled with food and water.Augustus is not going to give them too much food, surrounded by hungry refugees, hunger and greed will turn them into evil spirits.

When Rundstein returned with the first squad, Tychus and Harnak were right behind him.

"Boss, I can count on seeing you..." Harnack panted after running all the way.

"What did you ask?" Tychus pointed at the few refugees who were running away.

"We might have to make a trip to Finner's Crossing," Augustus said. "Jim and Zander aren't necessarily there, but as long as we uproot this gang."

"Maybe, I know where they are." Tychus showed a smug expression, and picked up his personal terminal.Shown above is a fuzzy satellite map, with a red line connecting two points crookedly.

"You installed a tracker on the truck." Augustus' eyes lit up. "Tychus, you did a good job. But I don't understand why you did it, unless you knew there were robbers."

"Multiple minds are always right. I have worked in the army for more than ten years, and I have learned something." Tychus chuckled: "I have noticed that someone is following us sneakily. , and those bastards will never know that one of the trucks has a satellite positioning tracker the size of a fingernail in the crevice of the bed."

"But I still want to remind you, you have to think of the worst possible situation in everything, maybe these two guys are already dead, and we went there just to collect their bodies." Tychus said with a little sentimentality Say.

"Oh... I will miss Jim, this kid is still young, I didn't expect to go earlier than this old guy like me."

"That's not necessarily true." Augustus waved his hand, and his subordinates immediately lined up towards the landing transport ship.

"Jim and Zander must have been targeted when they were buying food in the small town of Howe. They spent too much money at one time. And the road to the refugee camp was too long for the truck. It’s hard for people to notice.”

"But it may have saved the lives of both of them... Those gangsters knew that they were rich, so they would have to spend time to torture their bank passwords, and finally contact their families to redeem them." Augustus said.

"Come on, want me to give you a gun?"

"Why, you expect me to gnaw off the enemy's ass with my teeth?" Tychus showed a fierce expression.

"I thought you didn't want to go." Augustus chuckled, tossing his rifle to Tychus and taking a shotgun from Rundstein.

"Go to hell, they've spent all their money on food... I rented these two trucks, God knows how much I'll lose." Tychus' heart was bleeding, and that's why he installed the tracking The real reason for the device - fear of losing.

"I won't see Crena, Susan, Mitty and Ann Sofitel from Aure Town for at least half a month!"

"..." Augustus was silent.

With the electromagnetic rifle on his back, Tychus said as he followed Augustus to the gangway of the transport ship: "Any cigars?"

"No, you know I never smoke."

"Hold on."

……

Wayne Ranch, three miles north of Fenner Crossing.

The ranch was originally used by locals to herd Turasis reindeer—creatures that feed on the thorny shrubs of the planet's frigid regions, but look more like some kind of quadruped reptile than reindeer.

Now this place has long been deserted, but there are more than a dozen brightly lit prefabricated panels and reinforced concrete buildings in an open space enclosed by a wooden fence, and more than a dozen gang members with electromagnetic rifles are patrolling back and forth between the houses.

Behind one of the four-story concrete buildings, there is a ten-foot-deep circular pit with a concrete bottom and inner walls.There were two people in the deep pit, Renault and Zander, who were hijacked, and there were four or five gang members standing on the edge watching them.

"It's twenty degrees below zero, good gentlemen."

Silas Stark was standing on the edge of the pit, smiling at his "guest".Different from his usual nouveau riche outfit, Tusker is now only wearing a somewhat worn fur coat, and his greasy hair hangs listlessly on his forehead.

Tasker is a very smart person. Almost everyone thought that the base camp of the Free Revolutionary Army was within the Fenner Crossroads, but that was just a cover.In fact, he has five different strongholds.

"I only need to pour a bucket of water, and you will freeze an arm or a leg," he said. "You better tell me the rest of your bank account and password."

"All our bank account numbers and passwords have been told to you." Renault made a movement of turning his trouser pockets.

"We have no money."

"You're lying!" Tusk suddenly shouted, "How could someone spend all his money to buy food and give it to a bunch of unrelated refugees?"

"This is impossible!"

"Mr. Reynolds," he said again emphatically, "my patience is limited."

"I don't know what you can expect from a poor man?" Reynolds said, "I'm so poor that I'm almost a pants."

"If I were the boss, it would definitely be the kind that wouldn't even be able to pay employees' salaries."

"You can speak well, Mr. Reynolds, huh...but I will shut you up forever." Tusker had to accept the fact that Reynolds was really poor, and he became very angry.

"I know you two are marines, but don't think that our Freedom Revolutionary Army is afraid of you gang of federal lackeys! What about the marines? The marines are just a bunch of trash!"

"The world belongs to the workers, and the world belongs to Ke Morian!"

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