StarCraft: Tyranid Empire

The Goliath that Augustus encountered was about fifteen feet tall. The design concept of comprehensively increasing the caliber and bomb load was reflected in every aspect of the Camorion Goliath's body. Compared with the Goliath mecha imitated by the Tyranid Federation, the Goliaths of the Kaimorians look much rougher. Some traces of modification using civilian mining mecha parts can also be seen on these mechas. .

The blue and green paint was extremely chaotic, with no regular lines or graphics at all. It seemed as if the two colors of paint were simply splashed on the armor surface of the mecha. A tattered flag was planted behind the cockpit, and the KM logo on it was blurred.

But it is undeniable that Camorian is actually the designer and developer of this powerful all-terrain ground firepower and anti-aircraft walking mecha. Their Goliath is also more advanced than the federal model produced through assembly line modularization. danger.

At this time, the Goliath mecha was only eleven or two yards away from Augustus and the others. The huge Camorian Goliath walking mecha walked down the slope and walked up the A-220 Commercial Street step by step. The shoulder-mounted cannon swept at the unprepared Federal Marines at a very close distance as the upper cockpit turned left and right. In the blink of an eye, two more Marines were hit.

The dense spike bullets of the federal marines could only leave a white mark like raindrops on the armor's shield and cockpit glass, but this was far from enough to damage the steel giant.

"Ward, the rocket is aimed at the cockpit!" Augustus said on the communication channel: "Grenade!"

At the same time, Ward, who had completed his aiming, fired the first rocket through the personal rocket launcher on his shoulder. The rocket, which could automatically aim and track heat sources and electromagnetic signals, accurately hit the Goliath. cockpit.

An electromagnetic grenade flew out from the top of Augustus' helmet, and an electromagnetic pulse wave with a diameter of about twenty feet spread out at the entrance to the parking lot ramp like a ripple caused by a drop of water. The overflowing current seemed like a wandering thunder snake.

The chaotic electrical pulse caused Augustus's mask display to temporarily appear in a snowflake-like mess, but it returned to normal in less than a second.

The electromagnetic pulse generated by the grenade caused Goliath to tilt backwards in a large arc and fall on his back.

Augustus and several surrounding marines immediately ran towards the fallen Goliath. After a few irregular breaths, he slung his Gauss rifle across his back and climbed through the climb outside the Goliath cockpit. He climbed up to the cockpit of the mecha.

At this time, the tempered glass of the cockpit had been shattered by rockets. The cockpit was very small and could barely accommodate one person sitting in it. The old leather seats were removed directly from a scrapped tractor, and an inner-curved console was a mess of buttons and display panels of different sizes.

Augustus held the driver's neck with one hand. As the servo system of the power armor beeped, a bald Camorian man wearing a black single eye patch was lifted out by Augustus.

This bald man's face was covered with scars left by the adventurers' wind and heat, and his slightly obese body was covered in blood from being punctured by rocket shrapnel and glass fragments. With a bang, the mecha pilot was thrown to the ground by Augustus, and then he jumped down and stood in the shadow of the Goliath mecha.

"Omo and Benjamin were hit." Zander said with a trembling voice on the communication channel: "Damn, that bastard was targeting our machine gunner."

"You bastard!" After hearing this, Renault rushed up and grabbed the driver, raised the Gauss rifle, and pointed the muzzle at his nose: "I swear I will make you regret coming to this world. .”

In Renault's hometown of Chailo Centerville, the Omo family and the Renault family are neighbors, and their parents are also friends who have known each other for many years. The relationship between Omo and Renault, who grew up together, is as good as real brothers.

"Leave him to me." Augustus walked to Renault's side.

Renault looked at Augustus: "Augustus, let me finish him."

"I said, give him to me." Augustus repeated, and no one could see his expression behind the mask.

Augustus took the driver from Renault's hands, grabbed his collar with both hands and raised it until the other person's eyes were parallel to his own. Perhaps he didn't even have the strength to raise his head. The driver's head was lowered, but he was still breathing.

"How many Goliaths are there on this street, in this area, and how many people are ambushing here?" Augustus pulled the driver's face in front of him.

"What do you want to know? Huh?" The Goliath driver struggled to raise his weather-beaten face, trembling and opening his mouth, revealing two rows of teeth soaked in blood.

"The only thing I know is that you are a federal beast without eggs."

The driver couldn't continue, so Augustus threw him to the ground and put his foot on his chest, which was heaving violently.

Augustus took off the Gauss rifle from his back, held the barrel and magazine with both hands behind his back, raised it high, and with the powerful power provided by the servo system, aimed at his head and swung it hard. As if an ax had been swung, blood splashed in an instant.

"Augustus." Renault next to him stretched out a hand to Augustus, but quickly put it down. One thing he didn't realize until today was that Augustus, who had always been gentle, could also be as angry as thunder.

Augustus retracted his rifle as quickly as he had swung it out, clutching the blood-stained rifle and walked back.

No one noticed that in the palm of the Goliath driver's right hand that he was slowly spreading out, there was a plastic-wrapped two-inch photo of a smiling baby.

When Augustus returned to his men, the communications channel was in chaos as Lundstein injected Omo with tranquilizers and analgesics.

"Benjamin is dead." Amy Brandon knelt beside Benjamin, who was lying on his back, and held his head in her hands.

Augustus felt his heartbeat stopped for a few seconds, and he walked straight to Benjamin lying on the ground. Benjamin's power armor was larger than Augustus's. There were three holes about two inches wide on his breastplate with a white cross on it, one of which was right above his heart.

Perhaps for Benjamin, the pain was probably just a momentary thing. After the machine gun bullet penetrated his chest, the entire heart was crushed in the high-speed rotation of the bullet, and then stopped beating forever.

Benjamin's eyes were closed, and there was no expression on his face, as if he was just sleeping. Augustus was silent, reflecting this scene in his heart, vowing that he would never forget it.

"Report the casualties." Augustus withdrew his gaze and walked towards Omo, who was not far away from him.

"One man was killed and one was injured in the fourth squad of the third platoon of the fifth company." Corporal Hoppe then cursed again: "There are no injured now."

"Two people from the second squad of the fourth platoon of the company were killed," said Private First Class Ryder of the Reinforcement Soldiers.

Augustus knelt on one knee next to Omo who was lying on the ground. Omo's helmet had been opened by Lundstein, and an M2 backpack made of waterproof canvas was used to cover the punctured belly armor.

The young man's eyes were staring at the sky, his mouth opened and closed, and he tried his best to suck in air into his lungs and coughed like a thick phlegm. Blood was flowing in with every forceful breath he took. Lung cavity.

One of his lungs was punctured.

"Tom, good boy, don't be afraid, it's no big deal." Augustus' helmet visor slowly moved up so that Omo could see his face: "You will be saved."

"Squad leader." Omo's voice was hoarse: "The suicide note is in the pocket of my shirt."

"I'm just saying, it'll come in handy."

Thanks to Longyi Ling, Mr. Xi, Book Friend 20190829221617416, for urging me to update the team’s strength, Wandering Demon, Yuandaoxing, and Sakura Dancer’s monthly tickets. Thanks to Sakura Dancer and commandllche for their rewards.