StarCraft: Tyranid Empire

The Marines from Turasis's main base and the fleet soldiers from Alpha Squadron stared at each other for several seconds. Then a third-level navy sergeant major who was leading the fleet waved his hand and led people to find a few empty seats to sit down.

Before they could sit down, a fleet soldier suddenly stumbled as he walked to his chosen seat. In fact, there were no Marines around him, and there were only one of his own within three yards, but this directly became the trigger.

The Marines tripped me! At this time, another fleet soldier who was standing firm suddenly shouted loudly.

Beat him! The Marines cheered, and a technical sergeant took the lead and rushed forward.

The two groups of people suddenly fought together. At that time, about sixty marines in maroon and brown uniforms and fleet soldiers in black were fighting together. The food, wine and the food on the table were all mixed together. Everything fell to the ground.

The owner of the bar at the front desk looked at this scene calmly. Obviously, this kind of thing happens from time to time here. The wood-grained tables and chairs are actually made of alloy, and are firmly embedded in the steel bars under the floor with screws and nuts. Even if a group of bulls are fighting each other here for mates, they can't shake them.

Gentlemen, sirs! Please stop! the boss shouted while wiping the crystal wine glass in his hand. His pale face was trembling due to the excessive intake of chemical hallucinogens: The Sheriff and Military Police are already on their way. On the way here!

But no one listened to him, and the fighting tended to get more and more intense. The people fighting together were like ink dripping into a petri dish, like dominoes that were falling, starting a prairie fire in the bar that was not that wide. Spread rapidly.

Even people who didn't want to get involved were dragged in, and the soldiers who were hugging each other knocked over table after table of food. When the randomly thrown beer bottles hit the heads of innocent people and their comrades, the situation immediately became out of control.

Everything on the table was knocked to the floor, shards of vases and glasses sparkled in the brilliant light, and the women began to scream and howl.

It seemed like it was just a matter of a moment. When Augustus and others came to their senses, they had already been involved.

Reno's fellow youngster Tom Omo was the first to be affected. A red-eyed fleet soldier threw a plate of leftover fried chicken in his face. Before Omo could react, the other party came again. A heavy punch knocked him to the ground, and he was beaten on top of him.

The one who knocked down Omo was a fleet veteran. Omo, who had just graduated from the boot camp, was no match for him.

Someone help me!

Alande Lundstein, Lee Pachinyan and Ilya Kulovsky beside Omo immediately rushed forward. Ilya kicked the fleet soldier on the shoulder, and then together with Omo The four people, including Mo, started a righteous siege.

The situation doesn't look good. Renault looked around and started looking for other exits from the bar. But at this time, they were surrounded by fighting soldiers and had no way to escape. They also had to avoid flying bottles and other random objects.

At this time, it was impossible to stay out of the situation. In the blink of an eye, soldiers were everywhere huddled together. Even in this era when interstellar immigration has become sparse and common, and humanity's home world is becoming more and more vast, the contradictions between the military services are still irreconcilable.

They don't have as many people as we do. Augustus stood up and said to Renault: I just did a rough count and found that the marines can have at least two hundred people, which is several times the number of the fleet.

Let's break out from the front.

Before Renault could answer, Augustus had already climbed onto his chair and stood on the table. His voice even covered the curses and screams of the soldiers for a while: Marines! Follow me!

For a moment everyone in the bar looked up at him, but most of them were at a loss because they didn't know Augustus.

After Augustus jumped down from the table, Harnack grabbed the bottle and rushed out first, followed closely by Renaud. The rest of D Company's 2nd Platoon and 1st Squad moved closer to Augustus, as did several Marines who were close by.

The first opponent Harnack encountered was a corporal who was more than 7 feet tall. His height was enough to dominate the crowd in the bar, and he was a head taller than everyone else.

The corporal lunged at Harnak like a running, angry brown bear. Harnack cleverly ducked to avoid the attack, and then punched the opponent in the soft belly.

Obviously, the opponent was just a showman who only withstood a few punches before he knelt on the ground and vomited. Hanak was the most enthusiastic gangster in his hometown town.

Next, Harnak used the same method to knock down two other fleet soldiers, and Renault and others also killed a few more.

At this time, the bar was in chaos. Every soldier was fighting on his own. In a mess, a dozen Marines standing close together immediately became a force that cannot be ignored.

Augustus led the people to drag out the people in fleet uniforms from the crowd and beat them with fists and kicks until they all lost the ability to stand and then threw them to the ground. The harder they resisted, the harder they were beaten.

There were not as many soldiers on the fleet side as there were marines, and every time Augustus and his companions eliminated a fleet soldier, more marines joined them.

No one could stop Augustus on his way to the main entrance of the hotel, and by the time he reached the door, about thirty or forty people had gathered around him, and a bunch of marines and fleet soldiers were lying on the ground.

Today happened to be the first day of graduation for the new recruits. The fleet party had just arrived in Turasis recently. When they were provoking trouble, they did not notice that there were many more marines in the bar than before, and they did not expect that the other party would be so united. But no matter what, the fleet suffered a complete defeat in today's conflict.

On average, a conflict breaks out in this bar every week, and it needs to be renovated every half month. However, no one has ever taken the lead in organizing or leading the fights. Those participating in the fights are all from various battalions, companies, and departments, and there is no cohesion at all. , after the fight, everyone went back to their homes to find their mothers.

In the past, the battle was in darkness, and the gendarmerie arrived before the winner could be decided. The fleet suffered a heavy loss this time.

When Augustus stood at the door of the Bloody Mary Bar and looked back inside, the Marines following him surrounded him either consciously or unconsciously.

At a certain moment, there was only the sound of music in the bar, and everyone looked at Augustus' cold gray eyes. If Augustus had given an order like a commander at this time, many people would have carried it out without hesitation.

This calmness did not last long. Soon, Augustus heard the harsh whistle of the gendarmerie.

What are you waiting for? Run! As soon as Augustus finished speaking, the sound of dozens of pairs of leather boots stepping on the stone floor at the same time came from the street, and there was even the sound of the engine of a military reconnaissance vehicle.

Fighting in a crowd is actually not a big deal in the Marine Corps. They will be locked up for a day or two at most, but no one is willing to let it go. Suddenly, the Marines and Fleet soldiers in the bar ran away. As for those who couldn't get up or passed out, they could only consider themselves unlucky.

Augustus, well done! On the way to escape, Renault did not forget to praise Augustus.

Fleet bastards! I've long been unhappy with them!

Well done!

What followed was continued cheers. Augustus, who was running at the front, looked back and suddenly found that the darkness behind him was full of people, including the fleet soldiers of Alpha Squadron and at least half of the bar. Everyone follows him!

Don't all follow me! Run away!

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